It's me Ari (1D and 5SOS fanfic)

help me?!

Liams POV
I was in the car with Niall and Zayn. Harry was in another with Louis and we were literally driving way past the speed limit. I hope my love and Rosie are ok. I hope the baby is ok and that they are safe. I was almost there on Jeffrey.

Ariana's POV
I checked my rearview mirror and my eyes went wide. Brandons car was coming. I looked at Rosie and stuffed the notepad in her pocket and my phone. "Rosie I need you to get out the car and start running down the road and don't look back. Give Liam that note ok sweet pea. I love you", I said my voice trembling and I hugged and kissed her on the cheek. She hugged me back. "I love you sissy. Goodbye", she cried and she hopped out and ran and didn't look back. I smiled as she ran down the road and whiped my tears. My girl will be ok, she's so strong. Brandons car stopped behind mine and he got out and he had a gun. He walked over to my car door and I locked it. He got angry, "I will shoot Ariana", he hissed. I unlocked it and he ripped the door open. I sighed, "You can put the gun away, it's not like I'm going anywhere, I'm pregnant for crying out loud", I said. He thought about it and slipped the gun in his waist band. Then he grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me out the car. I took my time and he was getting pissed, "I'll really shoot you if you don't pick up your feet", he growled. I walked faster and I barely turned my head and Liam wasn't here yet. I tried to stall. "Wait I'm super pregnant and I left something important in the car that I need. Please take me back", I asked. He groaned and we walked back and I bent inside my car and I grabbed the pen and a scrap paper and wrote Brandons license plate number on the Van and his car. Then I wrote down what time he kidnapped me. I the reached over and grabbed a bucket. I poked my head back out. "I might throw up in your car", I said. Brandon opened the back of his car and took out a rope and tied up my hands and pushed me in the back seat. He slammed the door shut and I started crying again. "Please don't kidnap me Brandon. I have a baby on the way", I cried. He laughed at me and climbed into the car. This guy has a gun for crying out loud. I tried squirming put of the ropes and I managed to do it but I started bleeding on my wrists from the ropes. Brandon had a goon of his up front tie a rag onto my mouth. He started driving away and I saw Rosie running down the street. Brandon looked out the window. He stopped the car and rolled down his window, "Hey little girl, where are you heading to", he asked. Rosie stopped and glanced at the back seat where I was sitting. I shook my head and motioned her to leave. "Um, my uncle's are picking me up and I am going so bye", she said in a cute kid voice. Then she skipped away. I stopped crying because seeing her alright made me okay. She would find Liam and the others. Brandon drove away and we went somewhere unfamiliar to me. We were on the other side of town in LA. I don't come around here too often and he parked the car inside some old warehouse. He got out and grabbed me himself and dragged me in and threw me in a room and locked the door. I still had the rag in my mouth and I was petrified. This room was so rundown and dirty. The ground was covered in dirt and old water that must've leaked from the ceiling. My hands were still tied up but I managed to stand up and reach the window that was above. I closed my eyes and used all my strength to rip my hands from the rope. I screamed into the rag in my mouth as blood dripped onto the floor. I kept at it for what seemed like hours. The sun went down and I finally got the ropes off. I then ripped the bandana from my mouth and wiped my mangled hands with it. I was covered in dirt and my hair was matted. I would wait until someone came in. I scanned the room and found an old rusty pipe that probably fell from the ceiling as well. I sat on the floor and hid it behind my back. Someone eventually walked in but I was half asleep from waiting. I felt a splash in my face. I opened my eyes and squeaked. "Wake up bitch, Brandon wants to talk to you", the big man snarled. I rolled my eyes and he reached down and yanked me up. I felt the pipe and picked it up and bashed him in the head with it. He fell to the ground instantly and was out cold. I managed to get up and I searched him. I found a gun on him and a knife. I grabbed the knife and stuck it in my Jean pocket. I exited the room with the gun in my hand. It hurt to carry because my hands were messed up from the ropes. I checked for bullets and there were none. "Shit", I whispered to myself. I heard a couple guys coming around the corner and I pushed myself against the wall and waited. "I wonder what's taking him so long to get the whore", one said walking around the corner. I shot in front of him and pistol whipped him across the face knocking him unconscious. "That's what you get for calling me a whore", I said angrily.