Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 18

*Liam's P.O.V*

What is Louis talking about? Marie is NOT one of us now. Marie is just someone we kidnapped, right?

By the look on Marie's face, I could tell Louis really HAD told her something she didn't know.

"No, I'm not," she said sternly.

"Why not? I believe you mentioned how you used to be bait for certain people? Well, you can be used as bait for us too," Louis happily noted.

"No," Marie growled, without hesitation.

"C'mon! It's not like it's something new and daring! You've done it before!" Louis said, as if he was trying to convince his parents to let him do something.

"I said NO," Marie repeated.

Louis's face grew agitated, and with past experience, I could tell he was done debating with her.

"IT'S NOT A QUESTION! YOU'RE GOING TO BE BAIT, OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! GOT IT?" Louis roared.

Marie didn't even seem the least bit surprised when Louis raised his voice. Instead, she stood there, expressionless.

"Just kill me then," Marie said boldly, after a moment of silence.

"WHAT?!" Louis shouted. "ARE YOU-"

I cut Louis off. It was a risky move to make, but I noticed something probably no one else in the room had. The pool of blood surrounding Marie's foot.

"You really need stitches! What did you use to get the tracker out?" I asked, praying that my voice would stay steady.

No one said anything for a moment or two, making me feel like a complete idiot for interrupting the fight between Marie and Louis.

Marie just blinked back at me in return.

"Your ankle..." I motioned for her to look at it.

Marie, along with the rest of the boys, turned their attention to her ankle and the puddle of blood. She was losing blood at an incredible rate.

"With a knife," she suddenly answered.

"The cut's deep. Like I said, it would be best to get that sewed up. May I?" I asked no one in particular. Maybe Marie? Maybe Louis? Maybe the onlookers?

She looked at Louis for a second, but he didn't say anything. In fact, he was as still as a statue.

"I'm going for a swim. Everyone's coming with me, except Liam and Marie. Once she's stitched up, lock her in her room. Okay?" Louis ordered, looking at me when he said the last part.

I was the one who was supposed to lock Marie up. I was the one who was supposed to cage her, like a wild animal. That "Daddy Direction" title that I've got, is a load of bullshit. I was ordered around constantly. Louis was the leader. He resembled more of the wicked Stepmother than the Daddy of the group, though.

"Okay," I nodded.

Louis then exited the house with the boys. I guess they'll just be swimming in their boxers or shorts or something, since they never bothered to even change into their bathing suits.

I gestured towards the kitchen, and Marie walked in before me. I noticed she walked with a slight limp, and left a trail of blood wherever she went.

She hopped up on the counter, and lied her whole body down flat. She had her hands rested on her stomach, and her thumbs twiddled around each other restlessly. She seemed almost nervous, something I've never seen her be before.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, reaching under the kitchen sink in the draw filled with the sewing kit.

The boys and I simply sewed each other back together as stitches.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just not being used to getting stitches," she said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Why not?" I wondered.

"I guess I'm just not used to be being in this situation," she admitted.

"What situation?" I asked, prying the information out of her.

She glared at me for a second, realizing what I was trying to do. She then proceeded in rolling her eyes, and stare at her moving thumbs.

"Being the bloody, defenseless one," she bit.

"It happens," I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to lighten her serious mood. "Plus I'm helping you heal right now, not hurting you."

She glared at me yet again. Did I say something wrong? How could I have possibly offended her?

"Whatever," she mumbled.

Marie was good at giving people the cold shoulder. In fact, she was excellent at it. I suppose I know where she's coming from, though. I mean, we did KIDNAP her. That probably wasn't the best first impression.

The whole time I was stitching up her ankle, she wouldn't look at me. I tried to make small talk a few times, but didn't know what to say, so ended up staying quiet.

I sewed the gap in her ankle shut in a short amount of time. I put a fresh bandage over the stitches, and despite her resistance, helped her off the kitchen counter.

She limped to the stairs, understanding that the next step was to be locked up in her room.

I tried to lift her up and carry her up the stairs, so she wouldn't put too much pressure on her ankle. The last thing we needed, was for her to rip her stitches open.

"Stop, I can do it myself," she said, trying to shrug me off, and hop up the stairs one-footed.

She was only up about 3 steps, when I swooped her up bridal style, and carried her up the stairs, without saying a word.

"No. No. I can do it!" She struggled against me, but then eventually just slumped back into my arms.

I carried her all the way to her room and placed her on her bed.

"Thank you," she mumbled quietly.

"You're welcome. Shout if you need anything," I told her, exiting her room, and locking the door behind me.

I couldn't look at her when I was leaving. If I looked into her hazel eyes, I would immediately feel terrible. Louis would kill me if he knew I felt guilty.

*Marie's P.O.V*

I pulled out the journal I had written in last night, in pure confusion.

I picked up the pen on my bedside table, and began to write:

I HATE LOUIS.

I HATE HARRY.

I HATE ZAYN.

I HATE NIALL.

Then I paused before writing the same about Liam. I don't like Liam at all, that's for sure. Yet, he was the only one that actually helped me. I still didn't like him though... I began writing again:

I STRONGLY DISLIKE LIAM.

I put away my journal and pen in satisfaction. The "I HATE's" summed up exactly what I was feeling right now: hatred.

I contemplated hopping out my window for a moment. Then I looked down at my bandaged leg, and dismissed the idea...for now.

I stared out the window, letting myself zone out for the time being.

A loud slam of a door from downstairs brought me back to reality.

They're back.

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A/N:

Hey guys!

Sorry for the wait!

Now that I'm on school vacation, I might be able to update sooner! Or since I'm on school vacation, I might not be able to update sooner! It all depends on my schedule!

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