Gone

"The Suffering" 3

"Oh Lord! The lighter is right there!" Another slam. Everyone was awake now. No one said a word. "Right from the People magazine! 'One Direction Missing! Yes, it is true, the British boyband missing! For 3 days, no one has heard from them! What's happened?! No Twitter updates, and even Modest! Management have denied such things! So, are they really missing or are they trying to be 'under the radar'?"

"Hahah! The perfect illusion! Ah, go retreive the paper and mail, if there is any." That was all, and I leaned away from the wall. 

"What did they say?" Niall was worried, his face showed. 

"Magazines think you guys are trying to be under the radar. And your management is saying you guys aren't missing," I murmured quietly. Everyone looked down. 

"What are we supposed to do?" The girl looked around at everyone. She had a Bronx accent and was mostly undressed. She only wore a dirty bra and panties. "They aren't looking! I mean for God's sake, your fans would go crazy and we'd be found within seconds!" 

No one said anything. Hours passed, or minutes, and Harry spoke first. Here, the minutes seemed like hours. "So why don't you tell us about yourself? You probably know all about us and if anything were to happen, it'd be nice to know some specific things about you. We already went over everything with Kennedy." He looked at the girl, and I knew now she was named Kennedy. She looked up and did a fake smile.

"Yeah," Zayn said agreeing. Liam had his head in his hands and his ears blocked. "Tell us your name, age, birthday, about your family, things like that. Make us your computer for writing an autobiography."

"Alright then," I answered with sarcasm, annoyed, but happy with something to get over the fact I was abducted. "My name is Andrea Marie McDonald's, I'm 17 years of age, I was born on September 28th in 1994, I have one sister named Adrianna who's 28, my parents are dead and Adrianna is my only family. I love the color blue, I have claustrophobia, I've never had a romantic relationship. I'm done talking." I could have named everything from a to z, but I voted not to. 

No one spoke for a while. Eventually the door swung open. The man who was drunk came in, sober. He carried two large boxes, and threw them on the floor. Everyone shyed away from him. Behind the door was a confined stairwell. 

"Food and clothes," he mumbled kicking a box. He walked over to the nearest boy Zayn. He cut Zayn's wire with a sharp knife and did the same with everyone. He wiggled the knife in the hole of my hand cuffs. Everyone sat rubbing their wrists, while I tried to identify any possibly way to describe him. He was bald, stuble around his chin. He had a faded tattoo on his right forearm. He had a beer belly. That was all that was noticable.

He slammed the door and ran up stairs. Harry was the first to approach the boxes. He pulled out dirty clothes first, but still they were clothes. They were all for men. Louis opened the food box, and pulled out bread and portable bowls of multiple things like soup, oatmeal, and squishy meats, I was sure was fake. Louis took some bread and a random bowl, backing back up. Everyone slowly went to get the food, besides me. I didn't want to eat. While Niall stood up, he retreived extra bread and 2 bowls. He sat right next to me, and handed me some bread and fake meat. "You have to eat. You'll starve." I just laid there, with a sudden urge of depression. 

Within ten minutes, Niall finished all of his food. He sat there with a satisfied smile, but then took my food. First, he tore the bread to peices and sat in front of me. He began slowly feeding me, bit by bit. Everyone silently starred. I tried to shake my head, to tell Niall no, don't feed me but he didn't listen. I refused the food after one slice of bread. I laid on the ground and closed my eyes. Was Adrianna looking for me? Did she have any interest in finding me? Did she tell anyone I was gone? 

I began to cry. The sun disappeared, but everyone stayed quiet. For an hour I silently cried, but then Niall cradled me in his arms. I pushed him away, but he held tight. I stopped trying to get away after a couple failed escape attempts. Soon, I fell asleep in his arms.

Bang!I jolted awake. Bang! Bang! Niall and I sat up. We were the only ones away. I stood on my feet stretching. The banging stopped. Rain smacked against the window. Thunder rattled the window. I tried to look outside, but the window was too high. A loud thunder woke Kennedy up, and we were the only three awake. We all turned to the door when we heard the stairs creak. There was an unlocking noise, and the door opened. The man who had kidnapped me gave a wicked smile, and I backed into Niall. Niall held my forearms back. The man took a swig of his bottle and threw it at me, but it landed on the wall, smashing into a million peices. He walked towards us, and stumbled. He reached me, while I tried to back up into the wall. Eventually, he grabbed a knot of my hair, while I screamed deafly. "Let go!"

He swiftly grabbed Kennedy's hair, and yanked me away from Niall. I thrashed against the man, urged to get away, with no luck. He dragged me against the ground, my side burning. "Andrea!" Niall called, and reached to pull me back, but I was already sliding up the stairs. 

I finally choked out a blood curdling scream. If the other boys weren't awake before, they were now. The last thing I saw before the door closed was a defeated Niall falling to his knees. I was dragged up the stairs, same with Kennedy. We didn't bother trying to get away this time since the door was closed. Imagine the consequences.

We walked through a dirty kitchen, empty. There were yellow counters, and a dirty refrigerator, obiously not working. There was a butchers knife and a rusty toaster. The floor had yellow stains and smelled like piss. We walked into a room, us both, and as we passed, I noticed the other man asleep on a stained couch, a bottle of tequila half drunken against his dirty shorts. The grimy house gave me chills.

He pushed us into the room, and pointed at a pile of clothes. He took a swig of some alcohol, and burped. "Put them on," he slurred, falling onto, yes, a dirty mattress. The room was empty besides us, the clothes, a window high above us, and a locked door. I hesitated; what if I didn't change. Next to me, Kennedy reached for the pile. She pulled a bra and thong out. That was the only things in it. Thongs & panties. The man evily smiled. He then looked at me. "What're you waiting for?" Another alcohol induced burp. "Get dressed." I would've if I could, but my arms weren't working. Neither were my legs.