Taken - 5sos

Why does everything happen to me?

I wanted nothing more than a normal life... But when the car crash happened, I had no chance. Both of my parents were single children, so I had no aunts or uncles, nieces or nephews. I was all alone.

The only person I had was my best friend Kian. He had been there for me since forever, and we got much closer after the car crash. I was round his house almost all of the time, and I felt safe in his presence.

Since I was 18, I was able to live alone, even though I absolutely hated it. I worked at the local bar, about 10 minutes from where I lived.

One evening, I had to work late and lock up. I was late to meet with Kian and I absolutely hated being late for anything. I rushed home and I came to a stand still. I had a choice; I could carry on with my normal route or take a shortcut. I didn't want to be any later, so I took the shortcut.

At the end of the alleyway, a whimper could be heard. The first thing I saw was a pair of heels poking out from behind a dumpster. The next thing I saw was a man bending over this girl, where she lay, helpless. Thankfully, they were at the other side of the alley, so I had the chance to turn back around. But, seeing this sight, I let out a gasp.

His head snapped around. Surely he couldn't have heard me from there! But, clearly he had. Oh no! I turned around and ran, but before I could reach the end of the alleyway, I was yanked back. I let out a cry of pain. I was turned around and he had me by the throat, pushed against the wall.

"What did you see?" The stranger asked.

When I didn't answer, he lifted me off the ground. Breathing now became a task and my lungs weren't getting nearly enough oxygen as they needed.

"What did you see?" He asked again, noticeably becoming annoyed.

"Nothing..." I whispered.

"LIAR!" He screamed.

My lungs were now screaming for oxygen. I needed air, and I needed it now. As if reading my mind, his hand that clasped my throat began to squeeze, making me gasp for any air that I could get. The vision at the side of my eyes began to darken, but then his iron grip released me. I crumpled to the floor, landing on my foot with a horrible crack and I let out a scream. Or I tried to, but I was still trying to get enough oxygen to my lungs. My breathing quickened, however, it didn't help.

As I lay there, three other boys joined the one standing over me, overshadowing me greatly.

"What happened?" I heard one of them ask.

"She saw me."

"What do you mean 'she saw you'?!" One of the new ones asked, anger clear in his voice.

"I mean, she saw me, exactly that. So what should we do?" He asked before he could be interrogated again.

"You know what we have to do..." A voice unknown to you replied.

I think I knew what he meant, and I didn't want to die! Using the wall behind me for support, I made my way to a standing position. Forgetting that my foot was busted, I put all of my weight on it. I let out a pained noise and almost fell back down. But, the wall acting as my support, I remained on my feet, now balancing on one foot.

I wanted to run, but what use was that?

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked, scared of the four boys stood before me. This was the first time I actually took in their appearances. One was blond and taller than the others. Another had slightly curled hair and was almost as tall, but not. They all wore jet black cloaks, and the other boy, whom I could not see because the hood of his cloak was up. The boy who was the first I saw had dark brown hair, which looked black in the little light in the alley.

But, of the boys that she could see, they were extremely attractive.

The blond spoke up.

"Well, that was our first thought."

Again, my breathing quickened. He noticed this, and grinned.

"But," this word gave me hope, as well as, adding to my fear. My breath continued to quicken. "We might keep you alive, and remember that we say might."

As my breathes were short and often, I couldn't get a substantial amount of oxygen to my lungs. I began to feel faint and I leaned forward, searching for something to steady myself. I'd forgotten that there was someone in front of me, but at this point I didn't care. A pair of arms went to my sides.

"Woah" the blond one said, clearly being the one I fell on. He pushed me back, probably disturbed by what had just happened, but my head slammed against the wall behind me.

Luke's P.O.V

She fell on me, so I pushed her back. Not knowing my own strength, her head hit the wall behind her, and she was out.

"Oops" I hurried towards her, and caught her before she hit the ground.

"Okay, now we have to take her with us." Calum said. "I was just going to kill her but..."

"You're carrying her." Michael added.

"Fine." I replied.