*Liam's POV*
I paced around Taylor's living room. I tried reaching all the boys but none of them answered my calls. I needed to find a way to get to her, if she was even still alive. My phone vibrated in my back pocket. I looked to see the caller ID; Louis. "Finally you answer me!" I yell into the speaker. "Hey peasaqnt! Relax! What's wrong?" I sighed deeply. I couldn't believe I would ever have to have said this. "Taylor's been kidnapped, I think. I came to her apartment and the door was broken down and she was no where in here." I heard Louis gasp on the other side of the line. "Oh my god! Kidnapped?! You're serious?!" Louis asked. I heard him pick up car keys and a car door open and slam closed. "I don't know! I'm guessing! I just hope she's ok," My voice trailed off as tears began to well up in my eyes. "It's gonna be ok Liam. Just calm down, I'm going over right now." Louis said, trying to calm me down. It didn't help. It was like part of me was ripped away, never to come back. A short silence fell over us. "We'll find her Liam." Was all Louis said before hanging up. I texted Niall because I couldn't talk, my voice was all choked and raspy from crying. I asked him to come to the apartment. Him and Taylor were really close, he should definitely be here. He responded saying he'd be there in a few minutes. All I could do was wait, and wait, and.. wait.
*Taylor's POV*
"JASON STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was hoping to get someone's attention but no one came to the rescue. I was hoping Liam would come and save me and take me away from this place like in the movies; too bad reality is screwed up. He laughed evilly down at me as I crawled away on the disgusting floor. Jason wasn't going rape me when he took me away. Well at least he hasn't yet. He was going to torture me. I was a toy. Soon he'd loose interest in me and throw me away, like a little kid does with their toys. Except when he'll throw me away, he'll throw me in a whole that's six feet deep with a gravestone hanging over it; if he's even that classy.
Tears streamed down me cheeks, making trails through the dirt that coated my skin. I could barely stand up to get away. He hasn't let me eat since I got here and I felt so weak. He made all the other boys leave so Eric couldn't help me. I was alone. "Don't be like that." He whispered, pulling me up to his eye-level by my hair. I winced in pain as he laughed. "Please stop." I whined, my voice became high and squeeky from the pain and the crying. "And stop all the fun we're having?" He asked mischievously. I looked at him weird, knowing he would do something to cause me pain but it was always something new. He pulled a pocket knife out of his back pocket. He spun me around and locked me tightly against him. "No! Please Jason!" I tried to scream but it just came out as a muffled cry. "Do you ever shut up?" He asked quietly in his deep voice. He pushed one of my arms behind my back, keeping it stuck between himself and I. He held out my other arm with a tight grip around my wrist. "If you'd keep quiet, I wouldn't have to do this." His voice hinted that he was happy that he could cause me pain. It's like I'm living in a Texas Chainsaw Massacre movie, all we need is to give this guy a chainsaw and a need to cut off faces to make them into masks. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear a faint thumping noise echo through the room. Jason held the knife against my arm, pressing it into my skin. Blood dripped down my arm and fell down to land on the carpet, making small stains across the floor. I noticed yesterday that there were blotches of red dried in some places on the carpet. I now knew where they were from. He's done this before... many, many times.
*Liam's POV*
I held my face in my hands as Louis placed a hand on my shoulder. "Liam, we'll find her. We won't stop until we do. We've all grown to love her as well." Louis whispered through the silence. A figured appeared in the door way. I looked closely to see Niall's worry expression. "Liam? Whats' wrong lad?" He crossed over to sit on the other side of me. "Taylor's been kidnapped." I was dreading telling Niall because I knew that he wouldn't take it well. I looked into his blue eyes. Tears instantly sprinkled down his cheeks; then turned into a waterfall. "What?! You've got to be kidding!!" Niall threw his head down onto my shoulder. "He's serious Naill." Louis added. "We need to find her! Why aren't you guys looking for her instead of just sitting here?!" He sprang up to his feet, his face turning red. "Have you even called the police yet?!" Niall yelled. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me or just so upset over the fact that Taylor was gone. Probably both. I was mad at me too. If I hadn't of left she would be fine; and here with me.
"I'll call right now." Louis said, taking out his phone and walking outside. Niall grunted and ran up the stairs, faster than I've ever seen him run. I waited a few minutes, just sitting down and breathing heavily. I walked upstairs to join Niall. I looked into Taylor's room to see him laying in ball, facing the wall, on Taylor's bed. He was holding one of her stuffed animals tightly in his arms. The sight broke my heart, Niall was taking this far worse than I expected. I looked closer to see it was a green potato that Niall had given her a few days before we left for the tour. Niall took her to a fair to spend a whole day together before we left. He won it for her so she could hug it when she missed all of us. "What if we never find her? What if she's dead?" Niall whispered, anger dancing in his voice. I sighed and sat on the end of the bed. "We'll just have to think that the worst hasn't happened yet.
Louis came in several minutes later and broke our silence. "The police will be here soon. They'll need a picture so some of them can go out to search for her." I nodded and fell over on my side on the bed. My heart was torn apart into little pieces, I was trying to put it all together but a part of my heart was missing; because it was with Taylor. Footsteps came from downstairs. Niall jumped over me and ran down the stairs. I followed closely behind with Louis. "Do you have a picture?" One of the policemen asked. I nodded slowly; taking out my wallet. I pulled out a beautiful picture of Taylor I took at the park. I stretched my hand out. He tried to take the picture but I didn't let go. He gave me a puzzled look "You have to find her. And you cannot lose this picture. Whatever you do, don't lose it." I whispered before dropping my grip. "We'll find her." Was all he said before leaving with two other policemen.
