Taken by One Direction

Chapter 11: Confused

"Thought you could run?" An all too familiar voice hissed at me. I tried to struggled as I was ripped from the pavement and slung over a shoulder.

"P-p-please!" I cried as I pounded my fists into his back. I tried to kick, but Liam was too strong.

"Keep it up, babe, you're doing great." He growled in response, smacking my ass really hard. He took big strides as he made his way to the bus. Right before we reached the door, though, he dropped me onto the ground with a thud. I landed on my now sore backside.

I winced and looked up at a livid Liam. His nostrils were flaring in fury. Suddenly, I couldn't control the tremors running through my body. He stepped forward, and towered over me.

"YOU TRIED TO RUN!" He shouted at me. I bit back tears and sat there. This was it; he was going to beat the shit out of me.

"Why?" He asked bitterly. He crouched down to me and grabbed my chin in his hand roughly. I couldn't respond.

"WHY?!" He roared, his grip tightening.

"I-I don't know. P-please, I just-" I couldn't finish my sentence. The tears were coming freely now. He let go of my chin, but he still looked furious.

"How did you get out?" He seethed at me. I shook with fear as his hot breath hit my face.

"Z-z-zayn left the door open after his smoke break." I admitted. I felt bad for throwing Zayn under the bus, but I had no choice. I knew he would catch my lies later.

Ironic: I felt bad for throwing Zayn under the bus while Zayn literally kept me locked up in a bus...

"What the hell were you thinking?" He asked. His face was still hard, but now his voice was at least at a quieter level.

"I-I-I don't know." I shrugged. I don't think he realized I shrugged though, because I was shaking so violently.

"Why are you shaking?" He asked. His eyes were still angry and hard, but his voice sounded concerned.

"I-I-I-I," I had to take a deep breath before I continued, "I'm scared."I whispered. His hand reached out to me. I flinched away preparing for the hit, but instead he caressed my cheek.

He seemed taken aback at my instinct, but almost like he had expected it.

"Shh, I won't hit you. I promise I won't hurt you." His voice sounded soft and sincere.

"W-what?" I gasped.

"Promise you won't runaway again and I promise I won't hurt you." He sounded honest. I looked up into his eyes. He looked sincere.

"Ok." I said really quietly. I don't think he heard.

He reached down and pulled me up into his chest. Instead of carrying me over his shoulder, he carried me bridal style. He carefully opened the door and stepped in.

He shut the door quietly and tiptoed over, still holding me to his chest, to the bed and placed me in it. He leaned down in to my face. I could feel him breathe on me.

"Listen and listen good. You never tried to escape this morning, yeah? I never caught you, yeah? We don't speak of this again and that's it. None of the boys will know. Understand?" His words were rushed and quiet but were sincere. I nodded slowly. I wasn't actually sure what was going on.

I looked around to the other boys. None of them had woken. They had no clue about what just went on.

"Ok, good. Now sleep." He commanded me as he pulled away and stalked off towards the front of the bus.

Wait, so was that it?

Liam wasn't going to slap me? I wasn't going to get spanked? The other boys wouldn't even know? I had almost made it to freedom and all the punishment I get is a scrape on my knee from being tackled? I expected that from Louis, but not from Liam. Liam seemed like he was in charge of it all. Liam was the boss. Liam ordered the punishments, Liam set the rules. That was it?

Maybe he was just giving me a freebie. Maybe he just pitied me. Too be honest, I had no idea what had just happened.