Trapped in Their World

Chapter 12

Jaylee's POV

So far I've spent 2 days worth of training with knives. But the only thing that I've done with them is throw them at a target and learn how to cut rope quickly. I rejected every offer they gave for me to try to harm one of them so I could learn how to fight with a knife, but that earned a a few slaps. I tried my best to avoid anything that had to do with hurting someone, even if it meant getting abused once or twice.

The guys made me picture the target as a human but I just couldn't do it. Humans shouldn't be like this. We shouldn't be trained to kill one another. That's just cruel. Thankfully Louis was impressed on how good I could throw but he only pressured me to be more aggressive and violent at it. And yes, I rejected that as well which caused a bruise to appear on my left cheek.

Anything I said no to, caused pain in my body from one of them. The main ones who have been hurting me were Louis, Liam, and Harry. Niall tries his best to avoid me and be away from me so that Louis won't make him hit me. I'm glad Niall somewhat showed some empathy because without him, I would go crazy. He's the only one who helps me, encourages me, and treats me like a normal human. At least Niall showed signs of a heart.

He's starting to grow on me as I'm growing on him, but I still can't trust him. He's best friends with murders. And he's one himself. Zayn doesn't do much either to me. He's actually trying to be nice to me but his choice of words aren't kind. He's not use to being polite obviously. I try not to take it too personal though. Whenever they hurt me badly, I usually go to a room and isolate myself so I can cry alone.

But Niall always tries to cheer me up even though that only gets him in trouble. Louis forces Niall to be mean to me and I hate that. Especially because Niall obeys him and takes his side. And Louis is the one to tell me that Niall will always take his side. He's such a jerk.

Other than that, I can throw a knife really well. I'm actually surprised with myself. Who knew I could be so good at it? But even with my discovered talent, I still couldn't stand the thought of knives and their purpose in the gang world. Knives can do deadly things and I hate anything that's gruesome.

So as of right now, the guys moved on to a new course. Running. They're teaching me how to outrun them and how to escape from a "bad guy." I feel like I'm in a video game. Like I'm the main character and they're the ones trying to kill me or stop me. And I have to do whatever it takes to escape them.

But I can't, Louis threatened that if I step foot outside the house, he will drag me to his room and beat me senseless till I get a clue. So I can't escape them even if I wanted to. I know they're fast. Especially Zayn. He's the fastest runner.

But this type of training helps me. The more I learn how to outrun them, the better chance I get of escaping. They have no idea that they're training me how to escape them. I will escape them. I'll use every move they've taught me and use it against them to run away.

I screamed in terror once Harry ran from across the room with his eyes locked on me. I turned around and ran as the rest cheered me on to run as fast as I could.

"Run Jaylee! Run!" Niall shouted as he clapped his hands.

"Go Jaylee you got this!" Liam yelled.

"Out run him Jaylee, come on, you can do it!" Zayn cheered.

I ran past all four, three of them shouting at me to run, while one of them, being Louis; stood there with his arms folded and his eyes locked on me to focus. My heart rate increased as I ran out the room and dashed for another. "Please stop!" Being the weak little me, I cried out in fear. "Screaming at me to stop won't get you anywhere love." Harry spoke roughly behind since he was running as well.