On the Run (Zayn Malik fan fiction) [UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 29

~Chapter 29~

Heather's POV

I groaned as I returned to reality. My cheek throbbed and my head was pounding. I was slightly confused as to what had happened to me and where I was exactly, but just like that, everything came back to me. I shot up from my laying position on the ground looking at my surroundings. The only source of light was the moonlight shining in from one of the broken windows. I think it was an abandoned warehouse or something. Other than that, it was dark and the floor was cold. I had no idea where I was. I tried to move my hands for support on getting up, but it was useless. I was handcuffed against a metal pole. I tried looking around for something to help me, but it was impossible to see anything. I heard movement from the other side of the room, putting me on high alert.

"Look who finally decided to wake up" she said as she walked closer and closer until her face was in plain sight. I scowled at her as she crouched down to my level on the ground. "Aw, is little Heather unhappy with me?" She mockingly asked with a pout. All I wanted to do was free one of my hands to smack that look right off her face.

"Now Ruth let's play nice" Steven said as he came out from the shadows. It was the first time we had seen each other face to face since the incident back at the hotel, only now I'm able to truly observe him. He looked different then the last time I truly saw him. Then again, that was years ago. "What's the matter Heather? Not in the mood for talking?" He asked with a tilt of his head and feigned concern. I continued ignoring him. "Well that's a first, when we were together you would never shut your mouth."

"You people are sick. Zayn and the others will find you and when they do you will regret ever coming after us." I snarled back confidently. Steven's smug look instantly vanished as he walked closer to me and slapped me across the face. My face turned due to the impact as I gasped at the sudden pain. He then grabbed my hair and tugged my face towards his own.

"Listen here you little whore. Your precious little boyfriend will never find you. He probably is relieved that we took you. Who the fuck would want an annoying little bitch hanging around anyways?"

"Apparently you if you went through all this trouble just to get this 'annoying little bitch' in the first place" I retaliated. This only seemed to fuel his rage. He lifted his fist prepared to make contact with my face once again but Ruth intervened.

"That is enough! If you knock the bitch out it'll be longer until we continue with our plan so just shut up and let me speak." It was obvious that Steven was still furious but he allowed her to proceed and backed away from me. "Now, listen and listen good you slut. First thing in the morning we are all going on a trip. Can you guess where?" I stared blankly at her waiting for her to continue. "Oh Heather you're no fun. It's fine, I'll still tell you. We are going back to London sweet cheeks." At her statement I grew confused. Why would they choose to go back to London? Back to a place where the boys would first check? It didn't make any sense. "I can see the confusion on your face darling but that's okay. It only has to make sense to us. We are going to go through the airport and you are going to behave yourself. You are to follow our instructions and if you try anything, we will make sure your boyfriends are all killed."

"You see, we have connections. Considering your boys are part of a band and are quite famous, it made it a whole lot easier to find people like us with targets on their backs." Steven added. "One call from us and they're all dead. Understood?" My heart sank as all hope for escaping just flew out the window. I was not going to let them hurt any of the boys on account of me. I nodded in response.

"So you see love, you have to do exactly what we say or your lovers all die. You'd be left alone all over again. It would be exactly like when your parents died." I clenched my jaw and bit my tongue. I was not going to let her get into my head. She wants this. She wants to rile me up. I will not give her the satisfaction.