∇I Kidnapped One Direction∇

Chapter 27

After 2 days of waiting. I was sent up to my parents. I almost had no idea what was going on. Am I still held imprisoned or are they letting me go really early? I don't know but my dad looked pissed off and my mom was holding back tears.

The guard unshackled me and once I was about 5 feet away from my parents, my mom ran straight towards me and embraced me into a hug.

"My baby," She whined. I slowly patted one hand on her back. This was really awkward.

"My baby is free." She pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes. "Don't you dare do anything like that again? I can't bear to see my baby girl getting locked up again, especially right in my living room in my house." She shook her head and hugged me again.
"Promise me you won't do that again." She muffled.

"I promise I won't do it again." I rolled my eyes. I don't know why she's all acting like this, it's only been 2 days.

The one question roaming my mind that I needed an answer to.

"Where are my friends," I pulled out of the embrace and looked my mom straight in the eye, waiting for the answer I would love to hear.

"Which ones."

"The boys. Where are they?" She pouted.

"Honey," She made herself look as if she was in a pity state. I kept thinking the worst. She began twisting my hair on her fingers over and over again. "They, um, they had to go back." She said quickly.

"Go back where?" I said almost immediately.

"They had to go back home."

"You mean our house?" She sighed and shook her head. She stopped playing with my hair.

"They had to go back to their country."

"What are you talking about?" I almost thought she was joking, since they are pranking masters. "This has to be some stupid joke you all planned on me. Mom, please tell me they are still at our house on their phones or something." She gave me a look that I could believe she wasn't playing any tricks on me.

At that moment, I almost gave up. After all that trouble, I went through just to have those boys all to myself. They are gone. I can't get them back. I felt sick. My head began pounding. My stomach was turning. It was annoying me.

"I have to go," I said. Walking away ignoring my mom's call for me to come back. I went straight to a restroom and began crying.

I lost them. This is what I didn't wish to happen. They are all gone and it's all my fault. If I haven't gone into that stupid mall no one would have noticed me and the boys. I began crying. Crying all of the pain I was feeling. I was hurting. My heartfelt like it was squeezing every time I thought of one of the boys. I loved them. So much. It hurts. This feeling of losing them is hurting me. I can't bear this pain. I can't take this awful heartbreak that I'm feeling at this moment. I hate it. I want it to stop. I don't like it.

I sniffed. I stopped crying after a few minutes. I felt depressed. I felt drained. I felt like giving up everything.

I heard my mom calling my name behind the door from afar. Her voice was getting louder. I quickly wiped my tears and turned the faucet on to wipe my face. I fixed my face, trying to make it look like I was just thinking or I was mad. Yea, I was pissed off. But I was sadder than mad. She opened the door. She walked in silently. Not saying or making any sound. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders from the side.

"I know you are upset, but this will soon fade away. Your upset will go away, it takes time. You'll move on from this. Finding someone else to love. Letting go of your pain will make you stronger. It will make you a better person than before. I want you to make it through life. I don't want this awful memory haunting you. It will keep hurting you if you don't let go."

Her words made me feel, weird. I don't know why It made me feel weird but It felt like I had to let go of losing my friends. I don't choose to do that. I have hope of getting them back. I don't want to lose them forever.

I held the most pissed-off face I could playoff. I didn't want t show tears to my mom. She would start crying with me. I don't want to see her cry, bringing more mess into the situation.

"Why does dad look pissed off?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Don't worry about it. He's just having a bad day." I knew that was not true. It has to be something more than that. Normally dad doesn't really get pissed off that easily. I understand that a bad day can piss off someone but I can't believe it can piss off my dad that easily. If he did have a bad day then he would try and make it look like he's having a good day. He's not a fan of showing his feelings. So I don't know.

"Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'm fine." I lied.

"Are you sure? You still look kinda, mad."

"Yea, I'm fine. Am I out of prison or something?"

"Yea," My mom looked confused.

"So can I go home now?" Mom stared at me.

"Yea," She said. She escorted me into the hallway to get dad to sign out.

Before my mom, I walked outside. The sky was grey. Looking as if it could rain any second. I tried to look for our car, but my mom told me where it was. I got into the back.