Masked {One Direction Fan Fiction, ft. Cameron Dallas}

28: Rough Handling

Chapter 28:

My head aches as a wake up. Where am I? Oh yea...

Someone pulls me off my feet, putting a gun to my head "Get off your ass bitch," and pushes me out a metal door.

I slam into a brick wall and they pull me into a room full with many men.

It was extremely bright, almost white. Which made me blink and squint from the sudden change in light.

My wrists were red from the rough handling.

Looking around the room, I notice two chairs facing back to back.

I'm thrown into one and my head hits the back of the hard metal chair.

"Fuck," I say under my breath.

"Did we give you the right to talk, you worthless bitch?" The man hits me in the back of the head with his gun.

Tears cloud my eyes and I take a deep breath.

The men are spread out around the wide room.

One of the masked men whispers to another and he nods.

My heart flutters and I suck my lips in, I close my eyes. I don't know anything, so them questioning me isn't going to be pretty, I know nothing about Harry and Louis. I literally just met Louis, and Harry is so secretive. I can't even imagine what Cyndi did when she found out about Harry, or does she even know yet?

The man grabs me by the jaw, turning my head side to side, smiling a cruel smile.

He smells awful and I crinkle my nose.

He handcuffs me to the chair, my legs and my hands behind the chair.

The door on the opposite side of the room swings open, there stood Hailey.

Why was she here? They must have caught her as she was walking out of the door after the little fight with Louis and Allie.

She looked emotionally destroyed and her dirty blonde hair was a mess. They handcuffed her to the chair behind me.

The man that was standing in front of me grabbed ahold of the top of my dress, I was pulled slightly out of the chair. "Let's see whose willing to talk," he smirks. He cuts down the front of my dress as I watch in terror. I was sitting there in a bra and panties.

I can't even feel any emotions at this point, I was practically dead, there was no way they would let me go without telling them anything.

Hailey turns her head back at me but I don't look back towards her.

"Where is Cyndi's boyfriend?" The man asks, looking directly at me.

I thought they found Harry. How do they know about Cyndi?

"Whose Cyndi?" I lie through my teeth.

"We know who you are Elizabeth." The man sneers.

My heart skips a beat, how do they know me?

"We have been tracking you and Liam ever since he left the Fallen."

The Fallen? Liam left what? Liam was in the gang too? The questions fill my head but are left unanswered.

"What?" I shake my head in confusion.

I feel not only uncomfortable, but scared to death.

I shift in the cold chair, my sweaty legs sticking in place.

"Do we need to strip you down even more, for answers?" The man standing in front of me threatens.

"I'm serious," I cry, "I know nothing about the Fallen, and Liam?" I shake head and squint, "What are you even talking about, the Fallen?"

"You don't ask the fucking questions," the man punches me across the face, shocking me and making me bite my tongue. My head flies back, hitting Hailey's. "Shit," she mumbles.

Blood trickles down my chin and onto my black bra.

The man switches sides, and goes over to talk to Hailey.

"Where is Harry?" He leans over her.

I feel her lean away.

"I don't fucking know," she says in a sassy tone.

The man was getting fed up and pissed.

"You want to know what I don't fucking know." He yanks her shorts down, and she winces. "Why have you not gotten your punishment yet?"

"No no." She pleads.

"Where the fuck is he!?" He screams, grabbing her thigh roughly.

"He got away!" She whimpers and cries, I had never seen this side of her.

"I know that!" He slaps her harshly across the face. "Give me specifics, you stupid whore!"

I actually wanted to help her but we were both so helpless. She obviously knew more than me, but I didn't know exactly what she knew.

"He isn't even part of the Fallen anymore," she screams, helplessly.

"Bullshit!" The man punches her in the stomach, shaking my chair. She coughs and starts puking.

My heart is beating out of my chest, when the heavy door swings open.