Unwillingly Arranged(Liam Payne/One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Seven(Sage's POV)

My eyes followed Liam's trail to the front door, watching until the door was closed, and I heard his car start out in the driveway. Biting my lip, I turned back around on the couch to face the TV, bringing my knees up to my chest and placing my chin in between them. 

Snaking one hand across the couch cushion, I brought the remote through my small fingers, tapping the volume button to rise it way above than it needed, drowning out all the sounds around me. I didn't want to hear any of the sounds in the house. It would only make me more paranoid, make me more scared of what was to happen. 

I just hope Liam will hurry and get home quick. The TV in front of me was long forgotten, the loud volume coming from it tuned out as I became absorbed into my thoughts. 

Why would Jay want to hurt me like this? He had liked me, maybe even loved me. He had pretty much flat out told me he did. He was my best friend, the only person I could talk to in the castle. I don't know how his thoughts of me could change so quickly. How he could want to hurt me, to rip me away from who I truly loved. 

How did he find me? Liam and I had kept a close watch on Twitter, and other social networking sites since the event at the barn. Nothing had popped up. No stories that couldn't be confirmed, no pictures of me, not even the pictures I took of Liam with the two girls. None of it had shown up, leaving no trace of me for the castle to track. Unless they had embedded a microchip into my skin when I was little. 

When were they coming? That was the main thought in my mind. Despite only getting the phone call hours before, the thought was still fresh and haunting in my mind. I wanted to know when they were coming, who was coming, what they were coming in.  I really just wanted the to come. Now. I wanted these thoughts to be pushed out of my mind, to be replaced by a new, more important worry. 

What was I going to do when they came? My thoughts were to try and hide from them, to grab Liam by his shirt sleeve and yank him into the closet. We would make no noise, be completely quiet except for the sounds of our gentle breathing. But I knew better than to think that would work. The guards may be so irresponsible as to fall asleep on the job, but they wouldn't be stupid enough not to check the whole house. I thought we could try to run out of the back door, and run through the neighborhood. But we wouldn't be hard to find in that situation, either. 

I knew I was going to have to go with them. I wouldn't put up a struggle. I wouldn't scream, shout, thrash, any of it. I would allow them to take me with them, because there was absolutely nothing I could do to keep them from it. However, I would try to coax them to leave Liam. To let him have his life back, without forcing him to come back to the castle with me. Because if there was escaping once, there would be no escaping again, my parents would make sure of that one. If we ever had any hope of leaving again, it would be due to my protests, to my demanded castle rule changes. 

I knew they wouldn't allow him to stay here, though. They would force him to go with us, force him back in the dark confinements of the castle, the only sun coming from our allowed outside time. That previous freedom would be cut significantly. Anything that could keep us from running away again would be set in place as soon as we stepped foot back into the castle.

My thoughts were broken up by a loud rattling of the front door. So loud that it managed to sound over the loud sound radiating from the TV. Heart hammering in my throat, I jolted from the couch, flicking off the TV in the process. Cautiously, my feet carried me quietly toward the front door. Reaching up on my tiptoes, I squinted my eye through the small peep hole. 

I could have thrown up and fainted in fear right then at who was standing outside. Sure enough, it was about five of the guards, headed by Jay and some girl. A girl who had very familiar curl hair, dark complected, and went by the name Danielle Peazer. Dammit.