Gone

"We've come to far to give up who we are" 8

I was first to wake up, and I noticed we were moving. We were in a van. The van again.

I looked around and felt the van hault to a stop. The men opened the back door swiftly, while I pretended to be asleep. He dragged Zayn out of the van, and shut it. They never returned with Zayn. They began driving. 

The doors wouldn't open. I was awake for so much longer than the rest of the boys. Hours passed, the whole time driving. I took mental notes of the van.

It seemed to be a prisoner transport. It was all metal sides, no windows, but there was a little door sort on the wall between us and the drivers. When I looked up to the front I realized the passenger was in a dead sleep, and the driver was a foreign man. When he noticed me moving, he sympathetically smiled. "Ya know ..." he murmured, to quiet to wake anyone up. "I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never wanted to even kidnap ya'll's." He turned the radio on a little. It was a stupid teenager station. It played so many different musicians.

"After Piper Clark's hit single 'I'm a Teen' we have One Direction's cover of One Way Or Another. Stay tuned. First, we have news about the One Direction kidnapping. Police suspect the captors kidnapped two or more girls along with the boy's. One was at their concert before being kidnapped. The other supposedly has been on the run and was kidnapped before the boys. The girls names are Kennedy Nelson, and Andrea McDonald. McDonald was last seen at McDonald's in the city. Nelson was last spotted in a music store." They played a stupid song that had the worst repeated line of all time: I'm a teen, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a teen!

After One Direction, Justin Bieber was on, and then they had a breaking news report. The driver smiled at me. "I convinced them to do it slowly."

"Breaking news about the One Direction kidnapping. Zayn Malik has just been found. Zayn Malik has just been found. Malik brought a message from the head kidnapper, supposedly. Unknown what the message is." I looked at the man and smiled. I sat back down and he turned the radio off. The man in the passenger seat woke up, and opened the back doors. I scooted back, running into Niall, who woke up and immediatley held onto me. 

"I love you," he whispered. 

The man dragged me, but I didn't scream this time. I stayed silent. He dragged me to the corner then began undressing me. I stayed silent but I tried fighting him off. Tears fell fast down my cheeks and I saw the other lad's squirm under the pressure. They watched me being hit and raped. He slid my underwear off my body, and soon my bra. I laid in disgust, unable to coprehend what was happening.

Once he was finished, I hastily pulled my bra and underwear up, wiping tears. I slid my shirt on, and my sweat pants back on, and crawled into the corner. I pulled my knees to my chest, and reviewed everything happened. How do I find out who these men are? What do I do? I tried thinking of ways to identify them. All men besides one were bald. The only one not bald had a fuzzy head. A bald man had a large tattoo of a bird breaking out of a cage. I knew one man was named Isaac, but what was it.

"Andrea..." I looked up at Niall who was slowly inching his way toward me. I didn't want him over here. I wanted to be alone. "Are you okay?"

"No." I brushed even more tears away. "I just want to leave."

"Get out..." Harry moaned.

"We all do, trust me. I'm here, it's okay." He pulled my weak body into him and pulled my head into his shoulder blade. "I'm here."

"I want to leave! I just want to go home..."

"GET OUT!" Harry pulled tufts of hair out of his head. A man opened the door and kicked Harry's side. He smacked Harry across the face with the back of his hand, leaving a red mark. He got really quiet and immediatley stopped crying. Liam watched it all, while Louis had to look away. 

Niall pressed my head against his body, calming me down. "Waking up without you, it doesn't feel right. To sleep with only memories, it's harder every night. Sometimes I think I can feel you breathing on my neck." He brushed hair out of my eyes with a light touch of his thumb. "Tonight I'm reaching out to the stars; I think that he owes me a favor. It doesn't matter where you are, I'll hold you again." His voice was beautiful, even when it cracked slightly. He knew the perfect way to sing. He was amazing. "I love you." This time it wasn't singing. It was his Irish voice. His lovely, handsome Irish voice. 

"I love you too." The words cascaded my mouth, spilling everywhere between my teeth and throughout my tongue. The words were as sweet as candy. The words seemed to have their own meaning. The meaning seemed to be real.

I only ever told 2 people I loved them. My mom, and my sister. My mother right before she left for Wyoming. Right before she got in the really bad car crash.

 

xoxox Mandi