Hostage

11. "We know you know something and you're just keeping it from us"

I was sat on my bed, a bowl of popcorn in my lap and an old episode of 'Awkward' playing on the TV. It would have felt like a normal Friday night had I not been locked in the basement of a gang that apparently claims that my father is guilty of murder and thievery. 


I was currently watching Jenna go through her drug and depression stage, and that Collin kid wasn't helping matters at all. In fact, Jenna was currently about to be pressured into a threesome but luckily she wasn't that far gone. 


I remember watching this show with Spencer, me ranting about how much better Jenna would be with Matty, and Spencer going on about how much cuter Jake and Jenna were.


I smiled silently at the memory, but before I could reminisce any more I'd shoved it to the corner of my mind. It's what I did whenever I thought about my family; I allowed myself to think about it for just a little bit, and then I blocked it out so I wouldn't feel any more pain. So I wouldn't break down and cry every time I thought about how I would never see them again.


I gasped, quickly shoving the bowl of popcorn that Liam had provided me with earlier today under the bed. I changed the TV to a music channel and layed down flat against the cushion, slightly humming along to 'Drunk in Love' by Beyonce. Rushed footsteps echoed through the room, and I turned my head just in time to be yanked up by Louis's grip on my hair, pulling me harshly to my foot only to shove me into the chair in front if him.


My vision dotted from being pulled up too fast, hands going to rub my head. However, I was prevented from doing this when Louis bound my wrists together; This time they were tied in front of me instead of to the legs of the chair behind my back.


It was only Louis, Zayn and Harry down here meaning my life was about to tun to hell. The TV was cut off by Louis' angry fingers, and Zayn stood in front of me, cracking his knuckles and landing a heavy punch to my ribs instantly.


I coughed slightly, taking a deep breath before sitting upright in my chair again, eyes drifting over to Harry who was leaning back against the wall, arms crossed as his greens eyes scanned me carefully. 


"712?" Louis asked Harry. Harry looked at Zayn, then Louis, then back at me. "No" He mumbled, and Zayn looked back at him incredulously. "what?" He snapped.


"You heard me" Harry growled, before turning back to me. His lips tugged up towards the corners when he recognized my confusion. Harry went back to leaning against the wall, and that's when Zayn suddenly whipped around, the back of his hand colliding with my cheek. 


My head wet flinging to the side, the impact causing my vision to spot slightly before I sat up and faced him, keeping eye contact as if to say "what's next?" 


I knew that this probably wasn't the smartest plan I'd had, but it seemed to work in my favor since it always riled Zayn up. Louis simply growled under his breath before crossing his arms, muscles bulging beneath the hoodie he wore. 


I refused to break down and beg for mercy in front of them. If there was one thing my mom taught me about being a cop, it was that i always -no matter what- had to be strong.


"Are you fucking kidding me, Harry?" Zayn continued on, still upset over this "712" thing. Whatever the heck that means. Harry nodded once, eyes once again scanning my frame as he licked his lips."Yeah" 


Zayn growled something under his breath before turning and glaring at me with such force I cowered back, scared he wouldn't follow Harry's orders -whatever they might be.


"I don't know why you're so keen on keeping this information from us" Zayn grumbled.


"Hmm, here's a thought" I mumbled sarcastically. "Maybe because I don't. Fucking. Know!" 


Zayn lashed out then, back handing me again and grasping my chin in his rough hands. "Shut your fucking mouth before its otherwise occupied"


"Please" I scoffed. "Like I'd let your disgusting dick anywhere near my mouth. I'd probably get an STD" Zayn looked at Harry, who shook his head with a smirk on his face. Still not giving in to Zayn's wants.


"We don't believe you" Louis piped up from beside Zayn. "We think you know something and you're just keeping it from us" 


"Well, you're wrong" I sang.


That was enough for Louis to wrap his hands around my throat, not quite choking me but letting the pressure linger there, so I knew with just one flex he'd stop the airway.


"If you don't stop running your fucking mouth-"


"You're gonna what?"


"Do NOT interrupt me or-"


"Or what?" I taunted.


"I'm gonna beat the fucking shit out of you" Louis growled, his hands twitching.

~*~

I was laying back on the bed, munching on the popcorn Zayn, Louis, and Harry had yet to discover when I heard it -my name.

I darted up on the bed, eyes snapping to the TV where my school picture was plastered, the caption "Raleigh Anna Holmes: missing"

My eyes zeroed in on that one word. Missing. People knew. The cops knew! My mom knew! She'd come after me. She was going to find me and save me!

It was then that the screen cut to my house where rows of police cars were lined up, yellow duck tape set up around the premises as policemen investigated the scene.

"It has been reported that 19 year-old Raleigh Holmes has not returned home for a week and a half. According to her brother, Spencer Holmes, Raleigh had never returned from a party two weeks ago, where she walked home with her friend. Police and investigators have searched the house where the party was held and found nothing. The cops believe that foul play was involved, meaning Raleigh was either hurt or kidnapped. We now go back to John, who's with Raleigh's mother"

I stood from the bed, moving until I was right in front of the TV. Right in front of my mom.

"Raleigh listen to me" She frowned, her trembling hands gripping the paper she was reading off of in front of her so tightly I was surprised it hadn't ripped yet. "I know you're out there still. I refuse to believe that you're- that you're not okay. If this is about your father then I'm sorry....I'm so so sorry. I don't know why he did what he did either but I want you to come home please. Please. Please just come home and we can talk about this. I promise I won't be mad at you I just-" She trailed off, crumpling her paper. A single tear trailed down her cheek, her expression mirroring mine.

"I love you so much, baby. If you're out there and you're upset just please call me -or your brother. We aren't mad at you. We're just worried. I love you, Raleigh. Please come home."

I backed away from the TV until the back of my knees hit the bed and I fell back, my hands muffling my sobs as I clambered around until I was leaning against the wall with my legs pulled to my chest.

She knew I was gone: a good thing. But the reason she thought I left was so so wrong. I didn't leave willingly. Why would she even think that? Does she think I even give a fuck that my dad left us? I just figured out that my dad lied to me for almost all of his life. He's a fucked up person and I couldn't care less that he's gone.

I was kidnapped for Christs sake.

I cried for what felt like hours. I cried for my mom, I cried for Spencer. I cried because of my situation. I cried because I was paying for my dads actions. I just needed to cry.

However, my sobbing fit was interrupted when the door at the top of the stairs flew open. And standing in the doorway was an unfamiliar face with a malicious smirk.