I dropped my bag on the ground, letting a shudder run through my body.They obviously wouldn't let me sleep on the couch. I brought my attention to a clock the was just beside the door.
9:30 PM
I got up from the bed, stretching out my legs and arms. Allowing a yawn to escape my lips, I yet again grabbed my bag, ignoring all of the things that I was more than embarassed that they saw, and smiling when I felt something leathery brush against my fingertips. As I grabbed my diary, my smile soon turned in to a frown. I didn't pack this. What if they read this?!
Then again, I doubt that they would have had the time.
I tried my best to shake off the awkward feeling, holding the diary tightly in my hands and sauntering over to a nearby desk. Now I know what you may be thinking, a diary? I know, I know, childish. But, as odd as it may sound, it helped me. Alot, actually. I could just let out my feelings, all on a few peices of paper. But tonight, I wasn't using it as that. I wasn't going to let out all of my feelings; how Louis was a douchebag, how she hated this place, no. I was making a plan. A plan to escape this place. Grabbing a pen, I bgan writing what I remembered about the house;
Large staircase, long hallway coming from the start of the room, door just at the end of the stairs.
These notes of what I remembered would help me with my escape. I made a rough draft first; all of the things possible that I could do to escape. Some of them included just flat out running, sneaking out in the middle of the night, or even jumping out the nearest window. I shook my head, letting out a low and tired sigh. All of these had risks. Hurting myself, getting caught.
Getting caught.
That one just rang through my head repeatedly. It could happen, and the chances that it wouldn't were thin. Shaking off the feeling, I crossed out two of my choices, letting my tounge slip just so that it was peeking out of the corner of my mouth, writing like a mad woman.
This plan would have to be full proof.
Louis had sauntered tirdely in the room, eyes droopy and movements lazy. I looked at him innocently from my spot on the bed, trying to make it seem as if nothing was going on.
"Ready for bed, babe?" He asked with a slight slur. I could smell the alcohal in his breath, but I could tell he hadn't had much. I knew what "much" looked like, heck, I knew what, "too much", looked like too. I just simply nodded as a response.
"Anything wrong, hun?" He asked. I shook my head, followed by an eye roll as I turned on to my side, not caring to go under the covers. Not going under the covers would make noise when I tried my escape. Louis cocked his head to the side slightly, an almost humorous smile spread across his face.
"Are you sure you aren't feeling...sick?" He asked, walking towards me and laying a hand on my forehead.
"Just uhm...a bit...warm...?" I pitched with a sheepish smile. He just raised his eyebrows, his stare not leaving me until he got under the covers, pulling me close with a protective arm around me.
Shit.
"Uh, Louis, maybe I am sick." I said quickly, actually getting away from his grasp. I had to at least get down the stairs while he was still asleep. Alas, all he did was pull me back.
"Its fine ba-" I cut him off.
"No, Louis, I'm not gonna get you sick." I stated, sitting up in the bed and crossing my arms as if I was five years old again, resenting my mother for making me go to bed. He just shrugged. He looked so tired, as if he could just go to sleep right there and then.
Perfect.
Louis just turned his back to me, as did I. I made sure to scoot closer to the edge of the bed; make it easier for myself. Bringing my attention to the clock, I mentally groaned. It was only now just 10:00 PM.
This would be a long, long night.
I felt my eyes getting droopy, and my body getting weak and tired. The hands of the clock seemed to be going slower and slower as the minutes passed. It was now just 11:48, but if I tried to go any longer, the odds of not falling asleep would be against me. Making sure no to make any sound, I slowly slid out of the bed, landing softly on my feet on the cold, wood floor. Looking back one last time at Louis, I found myself staring at him. His long eyelashes, perfect jawline, beautiful body..
UGH.
I quickly turned my head, grabbing the one thing that I wanted. My diary. The rest could go to shit, for all I care. I just needed that one thing. I let a small, "Sorry", escape from my lips in a mumble, as I dashed out the room. Through the halls, I found myself passing closed doors; must've been the others rooms.The pictures that hung on the walls of the long hallway were just a blur. Taking a left turn, I raced down the stairs. I was now facing the door, huffing and puffing; I hadn't ran like that for a while.Grabbing the brass knob, I could just hear my heart beat. Someone must've heard me racing down the halls, right? The large door opened, but to my discontent, a booming alarm rung through the house.
Shitshitshitshitshit. They have an alarm system!
I didn't dare to look back now, just slipped in to some overly large shoes, and peeled out the door. Also to my discontent, it was raining, hard, too. I would probably get sick. But who cares, I just had to amke it to the police station, report the kidnapping, and I would be okay. I could go back to Manchester, and forget any of this happened. I could hear loud, stomping footsteps close behind me. Were they that fast? Holy shit. Peeking in back of me, I could see Liam. His eyes looked tired, but determined. Behind him, none other than Louis. But before I could look back ahead of me, Liam grabbed my wrists, pulling me back in to his body. I let out a desperate screech, just to be silenced by a hand;probably Liam's, slapping over my mouth and staying there.
"I got 'er!" Liam called out. I heard Louis' footsteps slow down, walking in front of me and just staring at me, shaking his head.
"Bring her back." He simply said, voice full of anger. And for the first time, I was actually scared of Louis.
