It's been about a week since I was kidnapped. I had some time to think while I was alone. It wasn't long before Jason would come in and abuse me but at least it was some time. I sat on an old, unmade bed that had holes in the sheets and blankets. I hugged my knees and put my head into my lap. Before, when I tried to kill myself because of the hate I got over being with Liam, it seemed so childish and stupid now that I had a real reason to kill myself. Eric had taken away everything sharp that was in my room so I couldn't harm myself. He was watching out for me then but now I hated that I had no way to escape this life. I did want to stay on earth for Liam, I wanted to be with him. Every second I'm away from him it tears my heart into pieces. I haven't been able to talk to him. Does he know something's wrong? Is he looking for me? Probably not. He probably thinks I'm mad at him and not returning his calls. Tears started to escape my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I couldn't let Jason see I was crying. He would just be even more cruel; and yell at me too. I wasn't sure why he was abusing me. I wondered if he really took me away just to hurt me; most times when people are kidnapped they are raped or killed. Jason hasn't done either; yet.
Thinking about Liam calling me gave me an idea. If Jason or Eric had a phone I could probably call him. He could call the police or whoever could help me. I crawled off the bed and over to my closed door. I creaked the door open slowly; if Jason saw it would only upset him. He would think I was spying on him or planning an escape. My heart pounded against my ribs like it was going to burst. I looked through the crack to see Jason sitting in the chair across from me. He was sleeping and he looked like he was in a heavy sleep. I examined him, looking to see if maybe he was deep enough in sleep that I could make a run for it without being caught. As I looked closer I could see a corner of something black sticking out of his pocket. It flashed on to show he had a text message. A phone. Jason didn't wake up to the quiet chirp of his phone going off so I figured I could try to take it. I opened the door slowly just a little bit more. The door began to creak as it slid. I cursed under my breath but noticed Jason hadn't moved. Maybe I was lucky and he was dead; wouldn't that be a miracle. I crawled as fastly and queitly as I could over to Jason. He still hadn't moved. My heart fluttered at the thought that I could hear Liam's voice. I could be saved from this hellhole. I would no longer be tortured and beaten. I stretched arm out slowly and cautiously to reach his phone. I gently tugged it out of his pocket and shoved it into mine. I scattered into the room and softly closed the door. I leaned back against the door. A sweat started to break out on my forehead and I wiped it away. Tears of happiness trickled down my cheeks. I pulled out the phone and dialed Liam's number. It rang five times, but no answer. I called again. And again. He wasn't picking up. It was because he didn't know the number. I tried calling one last time. I sniffled in deeply; I knew he wouldn't pick up. I wouldn't be saved; I would be left here for dead. I would never see Liam again. I choked on the muffled tears coming from me. "Hello?" My heart stopped. I held the phone closer to my ear. "Who's this?" It was Liam.
He answered. He finally did. "Liam?" I asked cautiously. It could be the wrong number, a lot of guys sound like Liam on the phone. "Taylor? Are you ok? Where are you?" Liam! You have to help me! I was kidnapped. Jason; he hurts me and yells and I stole his phone to call you! Liam! I'm scared! What happens when he wakes up and sees his phone is gone?" I spoke so fast I barely understood myself; I prayed he understood me. I heard him sniffle on the other side of the line. He must be crying. "Taylor I'm so sorry. Please, tell me where you are! I'll be there soon!" He breathed out heavily and I heard Niall and Louis yell and cry in the background. "I'm in an old hotel. Somewhere just outside Orlando. I don't know where. It was like the Super-8 or something, I don't know." He cried even louder. "Please try to remember, the cops are tracing the call, they might be able to find you." Liam knew I was gone, he called the police. He has been worried about me. That gave me more hope and I knew then that I could trust him with anything. He can save me. I tried to recall everything I saw on my way to the building. "It's in the mountains. It's surrounded by a creepy forest and the hotel is so old and run down, it's hard to miss." My heart stopped when I heard Jason move around behind the door. I was done for. "Liam he woke up!" I yelled in a whisper. I heard Harry scream and Zayn cry loudly. Liam was crying even harder. I could tell the caps were hurrying around by the heavy footsteps and them talking into walkie-talkies. "It'll be ok Taylor, I love you so much." I sniffled. "I love you too." Then I remember seeing a street name. It was old and rusted over but I knew what it said. "That stupid girl." I heard Jason whisper; he noticed his phone was gone. "Liam I remember the street name!" I yelled without thinking. Liam gasped. "What is it?" He shouted back. "It's-" I was cut off by the door slamming open. I screamed and pressed the speaker phone button so they could hear everything that happened. "Taylor?" I heard Liam scream worriedly. I swallowed loudly. "WHO DID YOU CALL?" Jason yelled. I winced and scooted backwards; hitting the wall. I didn't answer, I just sat there and stared at him cluelessly like I didn't understand his question. The cops and the boys yelled at each other. "It's Hawethorne Street and the Gilbert Hotel!" I shrieked at the phone. I knew my punishment from Jason wouldn't be good. I heard car doors open and slam shut and cars speed away. "We're going!" Liam screamed. "WHO DID YOU FREAKING CALL?" Jason yelled, leaning over me and gripping my arm tightly. His fingernails dug into my skin so tightly that I started bleeding. I whined in pain. The phone was still on and I didn't want Liam to hear but it was too far away. "My boyfriend." I whispered through the pain.
Jason swung me across the floor by my arm and I crashed into a dresser on the other side of the room, hitting my head. A full glass of water that I was allowed but never drank from fell to on top of me. Drenching me in water and glass splintered into my skin in different places. I screamed in pain and rolled onto my stomach. I coughed and looked up. Jason was standing over me. He kicked my side a couple times. Each time he made me cry out loudly. "Well I hope your boyfriend can hear this. Wouldn't want him to miss this." He sneered in my face. I shook violently and reached out to grab the phone to turn off the call. I could still here the boys yelling and crying; they heard everything. Jason brought down his heavy boot on my arm to stop me from grabbing it. I cried out once more. A seering pain from my arm sent chills through my body. I was covered in scars, bruises, and blood from past incidents already and I looked worse now than I ever have.
It's been almost twenty minutes. The phone was still on and everyone could hear me scream and cry as Jason hurt me. Finally I heard footsteps and yelling come through the halls and to our door. Jason's head snapped up to the door. He had forgotten to leave the hotel before the cops could find him. I laid on the floor, curled in a ball, as I shook violently and cried rivers. I heard the front door burst open and slam to the floor. "Keep them out!" I heard a large man yell and I heard the boys; my boys, yell and cry as I guessed they were trying to run into the hotel room. Jason looked around hastily and spotted a boarded off window on the other side of the room. He bounded towards and I grabbed his leg weakly. "In here!" I screamed to the police. Jason kicked me, trying to get me to let go of him but I had a death grip. I was determined to make sure he was taken away to never see daylight again. "Shut up stupid slut!" He yelled in a whisper. He kicked the top of my head and I let go. I grabbed my head and screamed in agony. My mind was going blank but I would hang on for as long as I could. Jason reached the window and started to pry at the wood planks. The door to the bedroom bursted open to reveal about ten cops. They charged inside and smacked Jason against the wall. They put him in handcuffs and them laid him on his stomach on the floor. Another cop, a very strong-looking man, picked me up and hauled me out to the living room. I still held my head in my hands and cried over the pain; but also over how happy I was to be saved. The cop carefully laid me on the couch and waved at the other cops. They nodded and in came five very eager, scared, anxious, and tear drenched teenage boys as they all screamed my name. "Hey! Careful! Not too loud!" The cop ordered. He inspected my head and arms. I looked up at the boys and gave them a weak smile. Liam looked down at me like his whole world had been destroyed but was happy to see that it was still there. He knelt down next to me. "Taylor," He whispered, "I'm so sorry. It's my fault. I left. If had been there this wouldn't have happened.I'm so terribly sorry. I love you so much!" He stroked my hair; it hurt but the pain was nothing compared to being touched by Liam again. "I love you too." I choked out. "It's ok." Liam looked down and cried silently. Niall rested a hand on his shoulder. Louis and Harry cried into Zayn's chest. "Taylor, we'll take you away from here. You're safe now. We're here." Niall whispered in his adorable Irish accent. I nodded slowly; it hurt too much to respond. "Can we take her now?" Zayn asked the cop that was examining me. "Yes. She'll be fine. She's just in traumatic pain. But she'll get better over time."
I weakly smiled as the boys all walked out of the room. Liam carried me behind them and set me down in the backseat of Harry's car with my head in his lap. Harry drove and Louis sat in the driver's seat. Niall and Zayn drove behind us in Zayn's car. "I guess we're lucky we came when we did." Louis said, breaking the silence. No one responded. We all knew why they were lucky; Jason would have killed me. It's the honest truth. Harry turned the radio up a little bit as we drove in silence. Occasionally Liam's tears fell down on my hands and he wiped them away with his thumb. Some tears slipped out of my eyes too as I thought about being away from Liam. I fell asleep to Liam holding my hand tightly and the sound of John Mayer singing Free Fallin'.
