Kidnapped! (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chapter 09:

I nearly jumped off my bed and ran out into the hallway. I turned right and ran to the nearest window. I tried to open it. Locked. I ran to the next one which was unfortunately locked too. "Thirds a charm" I mumbled. I pushed up on the window and what do you know. It opened. "Yes!" I whispered. I slammed the window shut and ran back into my room.

I went over to the desk, and I shuffled through the drawers and I found a notebook. I pulled it out and skimmed through the pages. Good. It was never used. I sat on my bed and began writing;

Exit room, and go right, until I reach the third window. Escape late tonight when all of them go hunting again.

I stopped writing because I remembered I have to find something to help me climb down from the window or something. I set the notebook down and I once again ran out into the hallway and entered rooms that I haven't seen yet. I opened this one room that was plain disgusting. The walls were white but covered in blood stains and dirt over the walls. Was this a death room or something? It was completely empty besides the closet that was halfway opened.

I walked over to the closet and at first I was afraid to open it, but I built up the courage and swung it open. It had chains in piles and ropes and knives, every weapon you can imagine. Rope and something to hold it while I climb down was what I needed. I saw a pile of nails which looked useful and a hammer. I pulled the roped but It was too long. I picked up a knife and cut right through it. All I need to do is find something to hold the rope. But it was useless, there was nothing.

I carried the nails, hammer, and the rope. I decided to pick up the knife as well, I mean why not? I struggled carrying it all back into my room, but I made it. I set everything on my bed and began searching for a bag. Soon enough I found a Hollister bag. I forced everything to fit in there and it did.

Since I couldn't find out a way to keep the rope ahold, I decided I should tie the rope to my bed leg.

I had to right everything down, so I began;

I will bring my bag with me carrying a change of clothes, extra pair of shoes, and feminine products since I will be on my period in a couple days or so. My bag will also contain the book, a knife for defense and of course food and water. I will escape to Devin's apartment even though I have only been there several times I still know my way. I will have him tell me about my powers since he is the one who loves me and I love him. Maybe this power thing is a myth. I will talk to him about it and see if he has ever heard about it and I will show him the book as well. After I escape I will hide myself forever. I will never let them find me, EVER.

I was about to continue writing but I heard footsteps and whispering. They're home. I got off me bed, grabbed my bag and threw it in the closet, then I took my notebook , slid it into my pillow case and pretend I was sleeping. The door flung open. I could feel the air hit my back. "She's here," a voice said, which was Harry's.

"We can trust her." An Irish accent spoke, Niall. " I am going to wake her up guys. You guys can leave so she doesn't get spooked from all of us surrounding her." he continued.

I stayed calm and I heard the door shut. Footsteps came closer and I felt two cold hands shake me lightly. I turned a little, trying to act as sleepy as possible even though I'm wide awake. "Y-yeah" I stuttered purposely. I heard him chuckle, and he whispered, "get up" into my ear, which made goose bumps form all over my body.

I sat up, Indian style. He took a seat on the bed, and he closed his eyes and leaned in. I pushed him away because I knew he was trying to kiss me. He gave me a confused look. He repeated the same action and so did I but this time I pushed him away and moaned "Noo!" He looked down, he was hurt because he just got rejected. His cheeks burned pink and he got up and mumbled, "Your breakfast is ready." He shut the door behind him looking back once, but turned back around. I know the feeling of rejection, I have been rejected plenty of times and I know it hurts but I don't like him.