One Direction's secret (on hold, editing and major changes underway)

1.the only wittness

*****Jenny's pov*****

I pull open the smudged glass door leaving Oakley the mall. My shift had just ended. I was still adjusting to the light after hours in the depths of Hollister. It was mid fall, rapidly approaching winter. I could smell the stench of the fast food chains down the road that seemed to linger eternally. Though it was the 29th of October, I still hadn't decided on a halloween costume. I pondered all the couple's costumes I could get for my boyfriend Jason and I. The last thing on my mind was the loading area and what was going on there. When it finally registered in my brain, through the haze of my thoughts, I realized there was unusual groaning and scuffling noises. I focused on the noise and heard mumbling completely unlike the boisterous semi drivers I usually heard. Confused, I went to investigate.

I could tell the noises were coming from the other side of the semi I had approached so I croutched and looked under the vehicle. I saw about four pairs of feet kicking someone on the ground! The person on the ground was male and from the appearemce of the shoes and their size, the people kicking were also men. I tip toed to the back of the truck thankful that I picked today to wear toms instead of heels and peeked around.

I saw the group had stopped kicking the man on the ground. One of the assailants was blond, he crouched and spoke to the man on the ground. Then he then reached into the man's pocket and extracted a silver camera. He stood up and put the camera in his own pocket. When he pulled his hand out he had a gun. I don't know much about guns, but I knew what the silencer on the end was from television. He pointed it at the man on the ground and I gasped ever so slightly. My eyes widened in horror as two guys' heads snapped towards me, how could they have heard that!? The blonde dude quickly pulled the trigger and a scarlet patch grew on the man's jacket, right in front of me. The guy closest to me started after me as I sprinted around the truck to get away.

In a few seconds I surveyed my options, run into the empty parking lot and potentially get caught depending their speed or... improvise? I dashed towards the ladder on the side of the semi and almost flew up it, my persuers close at my back.

When I reached the to I knew I wouldn't be a great idea to face off with a man that also could have some weapon on top of a semi. Again I searched my surroundings for an escape.

My dad would be proud as I sprinted towards the cab of the truck and with my running start I leaped the gap between the cab and the cargo trailer. I slid over the top of it and rather roughly fell down the windshield and hood. My feet hit the concrete hard and I stumbled, quickly righting myself.

No sooner had I kicked of running when someone tackled me to the burning midday pavement. They quickly jerked me over onto my back and held me by my shoulders. I was sure to have  a few bruises after this encounter.

I smiled inside sadisticly as I realized his mistake. I jerked my knee up and it collided with his sensative area. He cursed and his hands flew to his privates making his top half come crashing towards my face. I moved my head just in time as his cheek slam into my shoulder instead of my nose.

I rolled the heavy body off me and tried to get up but two more of the guys came around the side of the semi and saw me getting away.

I jumped up as fast as I could and tried to bolt but the guys were faster. One tried to shove me onto the pavement but I just stumbled then punched him twice in the jaw then they both came at me and pinned me facedown. One guy pressed a forearm across my shoulders and held my hands twisted across my back like I was a common criminal. The other dude sat on my feet! The guy holding my hands and shoulders snickered and said "really Louis? Ha!"

So the one sitting in my legs was Louis, I'll remember that for the police if I ever escape, alive.

The two guys that had originally chased me up the semi ladder came strolling up. One walked over to help up the guy that I kneed in the balls. He was still tearing up, what a wimp. The other, the blond, twirled keys around his index finger and strolled away. I assumed he went for a car.

With my last chances at escape fading, I struggled against the guys pinning me to the pavement, to no avail.