Gone

"We're the perfect two<3" 6

The man who first saw me pushed me against the wall, and pulled the pants down my legs, getting caught against my ankles. The boys looked away, while they tried telling him stop. They tried to get the other mans attention, but he was pulling Kennedy down the path to the house. The man began tugging my underwear, but my screams were replaced with echoeing sobs. There was a boy right behind me, a boy I kept hitting. The man began punching me, even kicking. He punched my head really hard when finally I passed out.

I woke up when Niall was pulled my pants up my body. He already got my underwear, or the man did. The van was shaking, we were moving. Kennedy wasn't in there. Niall had fresh bruises to his face, while the other boys had red marks across their faces. 

"What- what happened?" My legs burned when I moved them. I used my arms to pull them across my body. "Where's Kennedy?" Harry shook his head.

"She never came back out of the house. She went in. They probably left her alone." I nodded in response, trying to convince myself.

"Of course. They left her nice and healthy and she'll get us help." Niall hugged me, and kissed my forehead.

They blindfolded us after and hour and threatened to hurt us if we tried to get away. They dragged us into a different place, and told us we could take the blind folds off once we heard the door shut. When we finally heard the shutting, I yanked mine off. 

We were in a huge bank vault. There were dirty matresses in here, luckily. In the drawers was food, another had clothes, and the last had blankets. There were huge gallons of water, and cups. There were two rooms, and it smelled of incense. 

I walked into the dark second room and laid on the matress and covered my body with blankets. Niall walked over to me in different sweat pants and an old shirt, while I scooted over. He crawled under my blankets and pulled me into him, and covered us both even better. I grabbed my stomach, not knowing what to do with my hands. Instinctly, I looked around. Of course, there were cameras, and the worst part, there was a green light lit. They were watching us. 

My heart was beating fast, and I didn't know what to do. I stood up and walked around the room, and noticed everyone was asleep. My mind went crazy, so I began banging on the walls. No one even woke up. I pressed my ear to the wall, and heard someone walk to the room. I kept banging. What are you doing? I didn't know. What do you want? Freedom. A man opened the door, Isaac, I believe. "I know you killed Kennedy." His eyes widened, but he smiled. He grabbed my ear, while I thrashed. He pushed me with all his strength against the metal wall. We were in a regular house, except there was a huge vault at the end of the hall. "I know you killed Kennedy, and I know where we were before." Honestly, I didn't. But I didn't care. His eyes widened and he pulled a knife out of his pocket. I screamed, and I noticed no one got up. They had to be deaf. They were hearing ANYTHING I was saying. 

"You know where we were?" He stabbed my leg, a burning pain occured immediatley. I gasped and sat up in alarm. "I killed Kennedy, huh?" He stabbed my stomach, but the only way I knew was because of the warm fluid soaking up my shirt. "That was her name?" My energy was draining quickly and I knew I'd die pretty soon. "She was a slut... just ... like ... you," he said out of breath. He stabbed my arm again and picked me up. His shirt was just as bloody as mine. I was wearing a dirty white shirt, too. 

He dropped me in the front of the door, and slammed it shut. No one was awake, and I didn't have enough strength to get someone, so I used my elbows to pull myself to Niall. Ringing began, and soon black spots clotting my vision. My breathing thickened, and I heard myself gasp for air. I coughed blood onto the floor, and met Niall on the blanket. I grabbed his ankle, and dug my nails as far into him as I could. He sat up, and saw all the blood. I turned my head and seen the blood everywhere. He jumped up, and pulled his seat pants off him and wrapped it around my stomach, tieing it. He pulled me into him, and laid me on the bed. Once the blood soaked through his sweat pants, he stripped of his shirt and tried pressing pressure on it. I smiled lightly, a faint smirk and then the black spots covered my eyes. 

My stomach burned with fiery pain. I wanted to scream but my throat was raw. My hand instinctly reached for my belly, but I stopped. My eyes blinked open. My whole body was covered in a furry blanket. Niall had his arm under my back, right above the bra strap. He had no shirt, and clean sweat pants. My hand lightly brushed his chest; my fingers ran over his chest, then his abs. He flinched, but blinked his eyes open. He grabbed my hand, and put it over his heart. His heart beat was strong even though our souls were both failing miserably.

He weakly smiled. "You're cold," I murmured. He shook the thought away. My brain knew what I was about to would fail miserably. My hand gripped the table in the vault walls, and I pulled myself up. I tried walking, and it worked. My leg hurt, but not as much as yesterday. My arm didn't even hurt, and when I looked for the cut, I couldn't find it. Eventually I found a light cut. He must've pulled the knife out quickly after since it was barely noticable. I pulled my way to the pile of clothes and immediatley found an oversized shirt, sure to fit Niall. I brought the shirt back with a smile. My body made it to the pile and back. I laid back down and lifted my shirt up to where my cut was. It was already healing. It wasn't even that deep. "Can we play 21 questions?" Niall asked, tracing circles into my flesh while the boys talked in the other room. 

"Sure, I suppose. Are you asking me questions or am I asking you?"

"I'm first," he wiped his brow, "how many siblings do you have?"

"One, sister, Adrianna."

"Interesting. Do you sing at all? Dance? Play music?" 

"I sing, but I'm horrible at it. I do not dance at all. I look like a hand puppet. And I know how to play the guitar and violin. If anything, I'd like to learn the drums."

"My friend Josh plays drums for my band. Okay, uh, question 3. Who's 5 of your favorite musicians, just singers. And 5 bands. So 10 musicians."

"Singers would be Ed Sheeran, Cher Lloyd, Katy Perry,  Lady Gaga, and the last would be Demi Lovato. My 5 favorite bands are you lads, Pierce the Veil, Sleeping with Sirens, Gorillaz, and Blood on the Dance Floor."

"Number 4. What were you doing the last day before they got you? What happened?" 

"I drove to the city you lads were playing in, and watched your preformance, and then drove to McDonald's, and bam, here."

"What'd you think of the concert?"

"You need more solos," there were no regrets when I said it. His longest solo was in More Than This. The next album needs more solos. But when I said that I felt my cheeks blush.

"The next album has a lot more of my solos. Its nice to meet a non-crazed fan." He warmly smiled. "Next question. Number 6 already." I had many more questions, and we laughed many times during it. I felt okay to be myself. Everyone hated the real me, it seemed, but Niall was okay with it. My heart fluttered the whole time.

I asked him so many questions after that I felt like I went way over 21. Eventually the questions were over, and the vault door swung open. I stood up by myself and watched them throw us food. Sandwiches. We all silently ate them. 

When the door swung open, I pressed my ear to listen. "I don't see why we don't kill the boys. They are annoying and faggots."

"They are in that gay band ... One Directioners? I don't know. People are going crazy looking for them. What I don't get is why don't we kill that other girl. How much do you think her family would pay...? Exactly. Why can't we ...." That was all I heard. They were to far to listen. Crawling back to the matress, I let slumber take over me.