Yes or No

Chapter 5

The man walked over to Zayn, looking him straight in the eyes. The man reached to his back pocket. He grabbed the gun and quickly pointed it at Zayn's head. I watched as terror filled his eyes when he realized what was to happen.

"Do what I say, and this won't hurt you in any way" the man said, referring to the gun.

Zayn only nodded his head. The man turned to face me.

"That rule goes for you too." He said coldly.

He put the gun back in his pocket for now.

"Take them back to the basement!" He yelled at the other 2 large men with him.

My chair was lifted, as well as Zayn's. We were brought back down to the cold and dark room. We were thankfully placed facing each other. The men left?, locking the door behind them. Zayn immediately tried to examine my injuries, while still tied to the chair. He looked at my bleeding shoulder, wincing as he saw the large cut.

"Babe, I am so sorry. I never thought this would happen." He said, the pain clear in his eyes.

"It's okay. I know you never wanted this to happen, but it did, so we need to find a way to escape." I said.

We started discussing escape plans. We know the man leaves at 10:00 am everyday, to go to work. He leaves the two guards here, to watch us. Our plan, is to sneak out of the basement when they are in a different room. If we can et to the door, without them noticing, we run for our lives. We will run to the closest place for cover.

The plan will take place tomorrow. We spent the night taking about leaving, what we will do when we get out, and where to go. Soon enough, a guard can and checked on us in the morning. He walked in, made sure we were still there, then walked back out. We quickly faced our chairs back-to-back, untying the ropes around each others hands. Once our hands were free, we untied our ankles. We heard the slam, as the front door shut, indicating that the man left for work. We slowly walked up the basement stairs, hoping for our lives, that they wouldn't squeak. Eventually, we had reached the top, without anything squeaking. Quietly, I opened the door. The guards were in another room. Perfect. I slowly stepped out of the room, Zayn following. The front door was in sight. And I couldn't be happier. We were going to get out of here. We made it to the door, but at the last second, the floor squeaked. We heard the guards footsteps, so we threw open the door and ran. The guard ran out after us, chasing us. He pulled out a gun, and aimed. I ran as fast as I could, Zayn by my side. The loud boom of the gun sounded, and the bullet propelled across the air, hitting Zayn, in the back. He screamed in pain, falling to his knees. I looked around for something to stop the guy running to us. Something caught my eye. A rock. A giant rock. Using all my strength, I picked up the rock, and threw it at the guards head. It hit him, knocking him on conscious. I quickly ran to Zayn. I put on of his arms on my shoulder, so I was supporting his weight. I started to drag him, in search of a hospital, or a house, to call the police, and an ambulance. I was walking for at least an hour, when I spotted my savior. A little cottage. I moved as fast as I could, Zayn groaning as a quickened the pace. I went to the porch ad knocked on the door. A small old lady opened the door. She gasped when she saw what condition we were in.

"Can I please use your phone to call the police, and an ambulance?" I asked.

"Of course, please hurry." She said.

"Thank you so much"

I ran to the phone, Zayn still on my arm.

I dialed the emergency number.

"Hello, what is your emergency?"

"Me, and my husband were kidnapped, I was stabbed and he was shot. Please come quick." I said into the phone.

"Okay, where are you?"

I asked the old lady for the address, then repeated it into the phone. I then hung up.

"Place the boy on the chair." The old woman said, pointing to a rocking chair.

"Thank you." I said, putting Zayn into the chair.

"Thank you so much for letting me use your phone, and taking us into your house. Now, I guess I should explain what happened to us."

"We got threatened for money, but couldn't pay for it all. We were kidnapped, and locked in a basement. They tied us to chairs, then took us upstairs. I was stabbed in the shoulder, and he was punched multiple times. We made an escape plan, but as we were running away, we got chased. The man shot him in the back, so I threw a rock at his head, knocking him out. Then thankfully, we found you." I said.

The woman processed all the information I just gave her.

"Well, my name is Martha, and I'm glad to help you in any way possible."

"I'm Elizabeth, and this is my husband, Zayn." I said pointing to him.

I heard the sirens of an ambulance, and people rushed inside, taking me and Zayn into the ambulance, questioning me on the way.

"What happened?"

I explained to them the whole story, not leaving out a single detail. We were brought to the hospital, and taken into separate rooms. They stitched up my shoulder, telling me that the disinfectant probably saved my life. The cut would have been infected by now. I was told after recovering for a little while, that I could go home. But I wasn't leaving without Zayn. He was still being helped in his own hospital room. There was no way we could go home any ways. The kidnapper was probably waiting for us. I quickly went to buy new clothes for me, and for Zayn when he got out. I bought my clothes, changed into them, and went bak to the hospital. My old clothes were shredded, and covered in blood. So were Zayns.

*PRESENT TIME*

And that's why I'm currently sitting I'm a hospital waiting room. With one question pondering my mind.

Will he live? Yes or no?