He's My Brother?!

Chapter 6: Seeing Them And Him Again

It has been a couple of days since I had been kidnapped by 1D. They don't eve seem to care that they left me broken down and crumbling faster than ever before. I had been cutting a lot more. I don't even notice when the pain comes. It kinda reminds me of a sanctuary. I feel the physical pain.... and it subdues the emotional pain. 

Anyway.... i'm right now walking back home from the store. I didn't even look for the band-aids. I'm only about four blocks from my house when I hear the roaring of an engine behind me. I know enough about engines that with the sound it's making, it's going slow and coming towards me. I pick up my pace and try to hurry down the street.

When I hear the roar right behind me, I take off in a sprint. I try to run it off course by taking the back way to my house where it's all grass. When i'm at my back door, I fumble around with the keys. The slider was fixed yesterday. My truck on the other hand...... let's just say that I won't be seeing it for another two weeks.

I finally get inside only to hear the squeal of tires on the front side of my house. Okay, if that's them, they are dead. I thought I asked them to stay away?!.....

I'm pulled from my thoughts by the pounding of a fist at my front door. I slowly walk up to it and peek through the peep hole. It's some guy, but it's not 1D. I sigh in relief and open the door.

"Yes?"

He just stairs at me for a while longer.

"Are you Elizabeth Payne?" He answers with a question.

"Yes..." I answer.

I am very confused at the moment. I feel I should be worried... and to be honest.... I am. Suddenly, the guy grabs my wrists and I squeal from the sudden sharp pain. He seems to notice, but doesn't loosen his grip. I struggle and flail around, but not getting anywhere. He starts to drag me.

"Let me go!" I scream. I felt like my wrists were being rippend apart. He looks back at me and glares. I glare back. He smirks.

"Those boys were right, you really are a fighter."

That made me stop short. The boys? Was he meaning 1D? Where is he taking me?

I look ahead of me to see a van. NO! I will not get in there! I struggle even more, but that gets me a stern look. I stop struggling and just accept what is about to happen. When he lets go of one of my wrists, I make one last attempt to get away, but that doesn't work either.

He throws open the door and pushes me inside. I stumble and land on my side. I close my eyes, waiting. But I only hear the closing of the doors. I look up to come face-to-face with all of 1D. I stagger back, waiting for one of them to hurt me. All of them are looking at me..... or more like my wrists. I look at them. They were covered, but blood was soaking through my sleeve. I knew the dude had opened them.

I sigh and shake my head. I look back up to see Liam inching closer. I cower back, but only a little bit. Niall had been the one to threaten my life, not Liam. I don't have a grudge against any of them but Niall.

Liam was now sitting right in front of me. I look at him. He stairs right back at me. After about five minutes, he spoke.

"Elizabeth.... I need to see your wrists. Please, can I see them?"

I slowly give him my wrist. I give him the one that doesn't look so bad. It only had about five cuts. The other one on the other hand..... Lets just say my whole arm is practically a scab.

When he looks at them, he shakes his head and gives out a long sigh.

"This should heal on it's own..... now.... how about the left one?"