Taken by One Direction

Chapter 18: Attack

I woke up a couple hours later to an empty bed. Huh, way to go Louis, you already broke your promise. I looked around the empty room and listened for the boys. The bus was completely silent. I went to sit up, but was immediately yanked back down.

Shit, one arm was handcuffed to the fucking bed. I moan and flop back down on my back, allowing a sigh to escape my lips.

They thought handcuffs would hold me.

I allow my eyes to wander to the empty side of the bed where Louis had lied with me. There was a small note; at least the motherfucker had the decency for that.

Went to sound check for our tour kickoff concert tomorrow! Be back soon!

Xx

-The boys

I snorted. Well wasn't that nice.

I had a friend in middle school, Kyle, who had wanted to be a magician. He used to perform at every talent show and practice every Wednesday and Friday after school for four hours. None of his other friends wanted to help, so I had volunteered to be his assistant.

One of his tricks was getting me out of handcuffs. Of course, I would have a key up my sleeve, but that doesn't mean there weren't times where I had actually gotten stuck because the amazing magician had forgotten to slip me the key; I learned quickly how to get out of handcuffs on my own. Of course at that time, both of my hands were bound together. Now, I had one hand free.

It was almost too easy. I reached over as far as I could and grabbed whatever I could reach from the small table next to the bed. A hairbrush? No. An alarm clock? Wouldn't be able to work. A pen? Perfect. Moisturizer? Now we're thinking!

I squirted moisturizer over the hand that was cuffed to the bed, to loosen it up. I tried to slip it out but it was too big. That's ok; I didn't expect it to work anyways.

I squirted more moisturizer on that hand, but this time over the metal of the cuff; this would loosen it up and make it easier to pop. I clicked on the pen and jammed it into the little bolt that allowed the handcuffs to snap shut. As soon as I did this it popped open.

HA! It was too easy... These were cheap-ass handcuffs. You'd think with a salary like theirs, the boys would be able to invest in some proper handcuffs.

I make my way over to the door to find it locked. Simple solution (I got out once before): Smash the metal rimmed garbage can against the knob. With one quick motion I did just that and the door flew open from the force I applied. I made my way out to the main area of the bus and looked around.

This would be the perfect time to escape.

I quickly glanced out the window to make sure the boys weren't coming. We were parked in the same spot we were in last time I had attempted to escape; two days ago maybe?

I looked up to the windows of the ugly complex where the boys were practicing. I could faintly make out the silhouettes of some people. It looked like two teenage boys and a woman. It must be them.

In that moment; I decide not to run; they would be able to see me and whether or not they could catch me in time, I didn't want to take my chances. Not after what happened with Harry.

I make my way to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes as I went, and lock the door behind me. I strip out of the disgusting clothes I was wearing and into the hot water. I stay there for a while and try to get the horrifying feeling of Harry off of me. I try to scrub him away, but no matter how hard I try, I could still feel his grip, his scent, his curls, his cock in me, his cum releasing into me...

I shuddered at the memories and scrubbed harder. After a long time of that, it became evident that my plan wasn't working. I got out of the shower and threw on the clothes. Before I leave the bathroom, I take a quick glance at the ghost of the girl staring back at me. I didn't recognize the reflection.