Tainted Redemption

Chapter thirty-six

Olivia's POV

Not wasting time more, I arrived in the place where I should meet the gang and stood still, looking around, tucking my hands inside the grey zip up hoodie. I had gone for casual clothes, ones I could run in, not to feel constricted. A pair of washed out jeans, running shoes and a black tight long sleeved shirt under the hoodie. Mum thinks I went to Zayn...I felt bad about lying, but no one will put themselves in my place. Zayn didn't even listen to me, just wanted me to sit back and wait.

The wind whips my hair out of my face, I was shaking from nerves.

It's so quiet, dark. Goose bumps fill my skin.

Was I too late?

Suddenly from behind a sculpture podest, masked men tug Tim around as they move forward.

They have guns pointed at me and one just on Tim's head, he was blind folded, mouth tapped shut.

"Tim, you're going to be alright." I reassure him, his head whips to the side at my voice, He's relieved, I almost cry at his muffled response that I couldn't understand.

"I'm s-sorry." I quietly said.

"Enough of small talk." One of the three men said.

"I'm here, let him go." I retort harshly, curling my fists. Slowly I inch them, "Not so fast. Has anyone followed you?"

"No...just let him go."

They were about to cut the ropes off of him, hadn't Louis and Harry attacked from behind, and all hell broke loose.

Why? Why would they do this just as they were to release him?

"Oh my God, no!!" I shrieked when one of the kidnappers disappear with Tim, I was tugged behind by Caleb, whom I slapped his arm continually, "Don't you touch me. My best friend is still there."

"Let us do the work...they'd be hurting you two either way." he says back, sounding annoyed.

He brought us quite far, nearly where I had parked my car and as my last resort, I kick his shin, he howled.

"You bıtch!" he gasped and hinked behind me, being held back by his injured leg as he tried to follow me.

Sprinting back, I tried to find what was going on.

I saw men fighting, but Tim was no where.

It looked like we were winning, until the man who disappeared with Tim, returned while holding a knife onto his throat.

Louis had gotten closer to us but I shook my head at him so he doesn't do anything or gets to me.

"All stay back or your little friend dies," The unknown man snapped, he had a Turkish accent, I think. Tim was wiggling and his mouth was tapped so his sounds were muffled, "You," he said to me, Tim frantically shifts but he can't do much. "Over here and no funny business."

When I hesitate he sliced a cut through Tim's forearm, he shrieked, I quickly comply while sobbing quietly.

"Closer."

When I'm on arms reach, he released Tim, shoving him forwards and held my body before his to shield him.

"Let my men go." he ordered, holding the knife to my throat, "Do it or I'll scar her face." he tugged me harshly by my hair to keep me in place.

Louis instantly orders the workers while pitifully staring at me, shaking his head at my stupidness.

"Follow us and I won't have a problem throwing her dead body out of the vehicle." The man that held me muttered while warningly holding the knife up my neck.