Hostage

4. "Clyde"

  I was hoping that after everything that happened yesterday and everything that I had learned Niall would be a bit more sympathetic and maybe -I-don't-know let me be unrestricted for a little while...but nope. He asked me questions about my life, and that was that. I was tied up and the table was dragged back across the other side of the room, and then he left.

I guess he was a bit nicer than Zayn, because the ropes -I'll admit- were a lot looser. They didn't dig into my wrists and I doubt that they'll leave any kind of print at all.

I've decided that if I was going to talk to anyone about this 'kidnapping' crap then it would be Niall. Although I'm not particularly found of any of them, I trust him the most since he did give me information about what it is they do here.

I wished they'd put a TV or something down here because I was bored out of my mind. I'd rather clean the house or do their laundry rather than sit down here all day.

I'd just started counting how many microscopic black spots were dotted along the ceiling when there was a loud bang from the top of the stairs -the door.

Muffled groaning could be heard and I sat up straighter in my seat, my spine tingling from anxiousness as I silently waited for someone to come bursting through the door.

Maybe it would be Niall -and I could ask him for a TV. From the sounds of it -money isn't an issue at this house. However, my expectations were short lived as a man with light brown hair was practically thrown down the stairs, limbs failing to catch him as he tumbled down the wooden steps.

Harry came stomping down shortly after -features twisted into anger and obvious distaste as he kicked the mystery boy in the stomach. The boy let out a strangled scream, curling up into a ball to shield himself from the damage Harry can easily cause.

I stayed silent in my chair. Too scared to move or make a sound. I figured if I didn't do anything to draw attention to myself, then none would be given to me.

"I don't know what y-you want" The boy coughed up blood and I had to turn my head away at the sight. His excuses and mutters didn't seem to alter Harry's intentions in any way because the next thing I knew -he was being tied up identical to me, ropes behind his back at his wrists and around his ankles, sitting just across from me.

"You don't tell him anything that Niall told you. That idiot wasn't supposed to tell you that shit anyways, do you understand me?" My chin was gripped roughly by Harry's strong hold, forcing eye contact.

He's got really pretty eyes.

Instead of answering him I mustered up as much saliva as I could and jerked my head forwards, spitting right on Harry's face. I watched as he released my chin, and brought his hand back, palm extended before swinging it around and tearing the skin at my cheek with his rings.

I cried out, squeezing my eyes closed and tugging hard at the restraints on my hands, desperate to cradle the burning skin. I hated being slapped. It sounds strange but I'd rather be punched than be slapped. Harry's hand was heavy as fuck.

"That shit Zayn did to you the other day -that was nothing compared to what I'm capable of" And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving my cheek stinging red and bleeding, and leaving a mess of the boy beside me.

~*~

Spencer

"Mum somethings wrong she won't answer my calls and she hasn't showed up at the house for 3 days! I've called everyone on her contact list and you know how I did that? Because she left her bloody phone here! There's no way for us to check in on her and see if she's alright. What if some-"

"Spencer, slow down" She walked down the stairs in her uniform for work. Except for the jacket. Before work she usually walks around in just her uniform pants, a tank top, and her bullet proof vest.

"Mum something's up with her...Something's happened to Shrimp" She glared at me long and hard for at least thirty seconds before speaking. "And you're sure she isn't at any of her friends houses? She doesn't have some secret boyfriend we don't know about? You two haven't gotten into a fight that pissed her off more than you thought?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "I always find out about her boyfriends because Aubrey can't keep her mouth shut. And sure we fight sometimes and she storms out...but she always comes back in the morning!" I explained. "And none of that happened! This isn't like her to just-"

"Spencer" My mum sighed. "I think you're overreacting. You know your sister....she's probably out at a party somewhere having fun. If she's not back by next week then we need to start worrying"

"This is fucking bullshit" I yelled, slamming my fists down on the counter.

When I was younger, I used to love my mums laid back attitude. She never cared if I brought a girl home, or if I went out partying with my friends. We didn't even have a curfew. But now I kind of wish she'd take this situation a bit more seriously.

"Spencer" She sighed. "Rae is 19 years old. Technically she's an adult and can do what she wants, and I think she's starting to realize that. Give it a little more time before you jump to conclusions" And with that, she stood up on her tiptoes and planted a kiss to my cheek -which was all that she could reach- and grabbed her coffee mug to head out on another day of work.

Give it some time Spencer, I told myself. Raleigh is perfectly fine, don't overreact.

I may have been able to tell myself this over and over in my head, but not once did I believe it. I know my sister, and I know that she's in danger.