I gasped and ran with harry to Zayn.
"Did you just kill him!" Harry yelled.
"I had to! He was about to kill me!" Zayn yelled back.
"We better get out of here." Harry said running to the car.
We jumped in the truck and ripped out of the deserted neighborhood.
"Did he hurt you, touch you, anything?" Harry asked worried, eyes darting back and forth between the road and me.
"He took me from the barn, knocked me out and I woke up in bed." I said looking over my body.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked still paranoid.
"Yes, I'm sure." I said, he took a deep breath and stared at the road.
"Why are you all bloody?" Harry asked concerned.
"I stabbed his arm." I said guilty. Harry smiled slightly and shook his head in relieve. I could tell he still didn't believe I was okay. He kissed my forehead and returned to the road.
I looked at Zayn, he was looking out the window, rubbing his forehead.
I sighed and turned on the radio, "What are you doing?" Harry asked quietly.
"Ever heard of music?" I asked chuckling, he scoffed.
I flipped through the channels, it was mostly static. I shut off the radio as we pulled into the motel I now call home.
Zayn wasted no time getting out of the car, Harry helped me out of the truck and walked with me to the door.
I walked in to see Louis pacing, Liam sitting on the edge of the couch, anxious, Ed was also on the couch, worried, and Niall was staring at the floor. When the door opened they all looked up at me, Louis ran and hugged me tight.
"Oh my god, you're alive." He said pulling back, I laughed.
"Did he do anything to you?" Ed asked standing up.
"No, I'm fine." I said with a small smile, lying.
"He's dead." Zayn said blankly, everyone's faces dropped.
"Wow, mood killer." Louis said.
"She pretty much stabbed him to death, I just shot him." Zayn said looking at me.
I looked at the ground embarrassed, "look at you go!" Liam said chuckling.
"When did you get a knife?" Harry asked surprised.
I pulled out the bloody knife from my pocket, "lovely." He said in a flat voice.
