Yes or No

Chapter 4

I woke up, in a dark room, still bound to a chair.

"Zayn?!" I called out, my voice cracking.

No response.

Great. I'm alone.

The door slammed open, and a large man walked in. He didn't say a word. All he did, was pick up me and my chair, and bring me to a living room. Zayn was in the same chair from yesterday. Small cuts covered his face, there was a gash in his leg, about the size of a knife.

"Elizabeth!" He exclaimed when he saw me.

"Shut up!" A man yelled.

"Now, you didn't give me my money. I told you you would pay."

The man walked up behind me.

"Lets start with her." The man spoke behind my chair. I felt something resting on my shoulder. I turned my head to the right to see what it was.

A knife.

Just a little bit of pressure, and that knife will have pierced my skin. He pushed down a little. It didn't cut me yet, but I knew it would soon. A little harder. More. Blood came running out of my new wound, and down my body, from my shoulder. I screamed in pain. Zayn had his eyes shut tight, murmuring how sorry he is.

The knife was pushed into my shoulder even farther, going deeper until he hit the bone. He sharply pulled out the knife.

He took out a bottle. I could just barely make out the label.

Disinfectant.

That stuff stings like hell.

He unscrewed the cap and walked closer to me.

"This will just hurt a little, Hun." He said. He poured the whole bottle onto my shoulder. I screamed at the agonizing pain. It felt like my shoulder was being stung by a million bees.

"Your turn" he said, walking to Zayn.

The man punched Zayn straight in the face, causing his nose to bleed. Another punch, this one hit is eyes.

And I, had to sit, and watch, as the man I love, was being hurt. What did I ever do to deserve this, I would rather have another knife to the shoulder than watch Zayn get hurt.

Suddenly, the man stopped, and walked out of the room. I examined Zany's face from my chair. He already had some forming bruises and blood everywhere, from his nose, that's most-likely broken.

The man walks back into the room. Something shiny and black is sticking out of his back pocket. He turns, and I get a better look at what it is. I freeze as realize what it is.

It's a gun.