Teenage Runaway

Chapter 10

"Mommy!" Bentley points to her, a smile across his face. If only he knew.


"Hi, baby." She greeted him, not wanting him to feel as scared as she was.

The man who escorted Bentley in pulled in yet another metal chair and placed it into the circle of girls, placing his chair between Taylor and Sam. He sat the small boy on the chair and attempted to tie his arms behind the chair, but failed with the small amount of rope, considering Bentley's small arms didn't wind around the chair like the fully grown girls' did. Growing frustrated, the man left the room, leaving a squirming Bentley sat in his chair. He quickly returned with two pairs of handcuffs and handcuffed each of Bentley's hands to the bars of the back of the chair, despite Bentley protesting with multiple "Stop it's," and "I don't like that." He left Bentley's legs free and left the room.

At home, everyone was reaching their breaking points with the situation, despite the fact that they were possibly retrieving everyone the next morning. After listening to Niall's phone call with Sam, Liam went upstairs for bed, but made a pit stop in Bentley's room to check on him and make sure he was sleeping, where he found the toddler's bed empty and his ajacent window ajar. Out of anger and in spite of the group of men, Liam swiped everything off of the nightstand. Books, a sippy cup, and the lamp all landed on the carpet, the lamp breaking into thirds.

"Fucking shit!!!" He yelled as he dropped to his knees. "No," he mumbled to himslef. "Not the both of them."

Hearing the commotion in the room, the remaining four boys sprinted up the stairs.

"They didn't..." Niall spoke.

"Both of them!!!! They can't have both!" Liam screamed.

"Relax, mate." Zayn said.

"Relax? How the hell do you want me to relax when they're with them! He's not even two, for Christ's sake!" Liam turned his anger on Zayn, pushing his back against the hallway wall. "And you want to tell me to relax?" He narrowed his eyes.

Harry grabbed Liam's arm and yanked him into Taylor's room. Once they were sat on the bed, Liam broke down in front of Harry's eyes. "I never should've come here." He confessed. "They were safe before... I dragged them into it."

"It's not you're fault."

"I love them, man."

Harry pushed Liam so he was laying on his back. "Get some sleep. We're gonna be up early tomorrow."

"I can't sleep, not without them."

"I'll stay with you," Harry offered, laying down next to Liam.

 The five boys were awoken earlier than they anticipated by someone banging harshly on the front door. Zayn groggily opened the door and found a distraught man who looked like he hadn't slept--or showered for that matter--for two or three days. Zayn was a little weary of him, as he was wearing the same black attire as the men who had attacked him.

"Can I help you?"

The man pushed Zayn aside so he could enter the home and took a seat on the loveseat that the other two boys weren't sitting on.

"What the hell, man?"

Harry and Liam joined them just in time to stop Zayn from blowing up on the man who had intruded in on them.

"All they want is your money." The man finally spoke. "I-I don't know what I was thinking getting involved. I didn't know they would go after her."

"After who?" Niall asked, ending up being backhanded by Harry.

"Taylor...I just...I wish I could've seen her after all these years under different circumstances." He buried his face in his hands.

"Scott?" Liam spoke in shock.

"I'm so sorry." Taylor's father spoke.

"Where are they?" Liam demanded.

"The abandoned warehouse downtown." Scott confirmed. "Unless they've moved."

"Get in the car." Liam spoke to everyone.

None of the girls had gotten any sleep. Only Bentley had fallen asleep for a few hours before jolting awake from a nightmare. Jake walked in and rudely greeted them good morning. It wasn't like he was trying to be nice anyways. He informed them that since he overheard Sam's phone call with Niall, they were now moving locations once again. Sam mentally cursed herself, and Niall, as Jake called in a few of his men to untie the girls and escort them into the white van. Each of the girls were taken out one by one with a gun held to their back to make sure they didn't try to run. Bentley wasn't a huge problem for the men who carried the boy out only with kicks and screams.

It wasn't until they were almost to their new location that they noticed they were being followed. Jake and the man sitting next to him used their walkie-talkie to communicate with the men in the cars leading and following them, telling them to try and shake them off without bringing any attention to themselves. Taylor tried to refrain from jumping for joy when she looked out the window and saw her blue Corolla speeding right behind them, directly on their tail. In the driver's seat was Liam and next to him was... her dad? Taylor was in complete shock, she had thought that her dad had simply just ran away after his confrontation with Jake. She scooted herself over to Sam.

"What's going on back there?"  Jake glanced back at them through the rearview mirror as he sped on. It was amazing no cop had pulled him over yet.

"Nothing, Jakey." Taylor said, faking the sweetness in her tone.

"I'll have my way with you once we get out of this car, brat, just like I did at the party." Jake spat, referring to the party that Jay was concieved at. Taylor shuddered at the disturbing memory.

Dispite their efforts, the men couldn't lose the group of determined ex-boybanders following them. Liam recognized that Jake was taking them to an old club house built next to a swamp--he and Taylor once explored the area when they were young. It was fairly large for a clubhouse, and was built sometime in the 1900's by a father for his children. It was in the middle of no where, which made it ideal for Jake. Liam took a turn opposite of what Jake's crew took, and took the backway so that Jake would think they lost them, and Jake took the bait.

Liam waited a few minutes before creeping the vehicle up the gravel road, and silently thanked whoever had boarded up the windows in the club house.

"What do we do now?" Niall spoke from the cramped backseat, growing anxious.

"I'll go in." Scott volunteered himself. "I'll act like I'm back to join them, hopefully they won't suspect a thing. I'll create a diversion, and then you guys can come in."

"Sounds like I plan, I guess."

"Call the cops," Scott said as he handed his cell phone to Liam and climbed out of the car. "See you soon," he closed the door. "I hope." He mumbled to himself.

He snuck around what he thought was going to be the back door, but was surprised when he opened it to see two more girls sitting with the hostages, and his grandson. Pure shock took over him and he felt himself frozen in place, unable to move. His mind went completely blank, until he heard the voice he had missed for the past two years.

"Daddy! Help!" His daughter screamed.

And the first shot was fired.