Taken By Five Murderers (A ONE DIRECTION FANFICTION)

Help Me

No way in hell am I letting these guys just barge into my home and say I have to follow their orders.

"Y-You can't do that!" I sob. Yep, that's my sassy comeback.

"You see honey, we are taking your parents place. And you are NOT going to complain, got it?" The oldest looking one pulls my hair and pushes me down to the ground.

"O-Okay." I whisper. He pulls out a flip knife. My eyes widen. He takes my arm and cuts it deeply. I cry out in pain.

"P-Please stop. I-It hurts." I plead. He takes the knife away.

"Talk back, try to escape, or anything else, and much worse will happen to you." He growls. "Understand?" I nod quickly.

"Good girl." He pulls me up. "I'm Louis."

"Harry." Curly says.

"Liam." The buzz cut one smirks.

"Zayn." The one with black hair glares at me.

"And I'm Niall." The blonde one says proudly.

"You are?" Harry asks me.

"V-Violet.." I look down to the ground.

"So Violet. Why don't you go upstairs with Harry and we'll clean up this mess." Zayn sighs, waving at my dead parents. Mess?!

"N-No! They're not just some mess! I want a proper funeral!" I demand.

"Harry." Zayn takes a deep breath. Harry picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"NO! DON'T TOUCH THEM! LET ME DOWN!!!" I scream as Harry carries me upstairs. He tosses me down on my parents bed and walks in.

"Listen!" He snaps, straddling me. "Just do what they say. They will not hesitate to kill you so you better cut out the smart mouthing!"

"B-" I start.

"No butts. Just do it!" He gets off me.

"Harry." Zayn walks in.

"Yeah?" Harry asks, looking over at him.

"Get out." Zayn eyes me on the bed. Harry quickly leaves.

"Get in the covers sweetie." He smirks. I hesitate for a moment but remember what Harry said. I get under and pull them up shyly. He takes off his clothes except his boxers and gets in.

"What are you doing?!" I panic.

"I'm tired. And so are you. I can tell." He pulls me in close to him.

"I-I can't sleep with you touching me." I blush. He smirks and puts his hands under my shirt, rubbing my back up and down. I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe he'll go away!!!

"Open your eyes. Now." He commands. I slowly open them, holding back tears coming out.

"How old are you?" He asks me.

"17." I answer.

"Just old enough." The smirk returns back on his face. Old enough for what!?!? I scream and try to pull away from him. He starts laughing.

"I was joking!!!!" He cracks up. He pulls something out of his pocket.

"Goodnight." He shoves a rag on my face. I fight with all my might but I can no longer.

"No..." I whisper before darkness consumes me.

"What are we going to do with her for real Zayn?" Liam asks Zayn. They're outside the door.

I hear Zayn sigh. "I don't know. Have her do the dirty work. We need someone living in this house to stay here if friends or family come by."

"Cool. I hope she's a good cook. Cause if she's not that's gonna suck." Liam chuckles. Crap. I'm awesome at cooking. But I hate it. I hate cooking and I hate cleaning!

"Go wake her up and make her shower. Bring her downstairs when she's done." I hear Zayn walk down the stairs. I pretend to sleep and I hear Liam come into the room.

"I know you're awake." Liam growls.

I sit up, pouting. "How did you know?"

"I'm awesome." He winks. "Now get in the shower, you reek." He crinkles his nose.

"It's my misery." I snap and step into the bathroom. I undress and start the shower. When it's the right temperature, I hop in.

I'm bulletproof, nothing to loose, fire away fire away

Ricochet, you take your aim

Fire away fire away

You shoot me down, but I won't fall,

I am titanium

You shoot me down, but I won't fall,

I am titanium!

I hum the rest of the song as I wash myself. Oh crap! I forgot clothes! Now I'll have to walk down the hall in a towel.

"Liam?" I yell.

"Yeah?" He calls back.

"Go into my room and get a change of clothes please?" I ask.

"Okay." He sighs. I sigh and start rinsing out my conditioner.

A white, thick tank-top, a plaid button-up shirt and a pair of short jeans. Liam's style is adorable. He picked out my white bra and matching lace undies. At least he knows that color bra under a shirt is bad news. I guess he is somewhat nice... Maybe not.

"Thank you Liam! The outfit is adorable." I step out of the bathroom, everything ready for the day. I just put some jel in my wavy hair so it's looking pretty good.

"It looks cute on you." He winks. "C'mon, we need to go downstairs." He takes my hand.

"Wow." Niall breaths as I come into their view.

"Nice." Zayn smiles at Liam. Liam bows and chuckles.

"Today were setting the rules." Louis tells me. Here we go...

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Sorry it's short! :( ill put more effort into the next chapter! Ummm ill post the next part when I get at least 10 votes on the story so far x)

*~Brichelle~*