Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Ashton

One Week Later

Ashton

I sighed, kneeling down next to Calum for the third time of the day, holding a plate of bland, charred chicken and some green beans that were getting cold. "Calum," I said as I had every day the past week since Harry barged in and grabbed the poor, black-haired boy. It upset me to no end. Calum never moved from his corner in the very back of the room. He cried, sometimes sobbed and refused to eat and drink. I had to force him to do these things so he didn't get sick, like Luke was. "It's time to eat something." Calum shook his head as he had done everyday. I sighed again. "Please, it's been a week, Calum. I know that it's so hard, but I cannot keep forcing you to eat. It makes me feel horrible that you feel this way, but you need as much nutrition as possible."

Calum turned towards me but looked anywhere but my eyes.

I lifted the fork to his mouth and he took a bite, chewed and swallowed. I praised him. We kept at a slow pace until he finished it all. "Thank you Calum," I said before I stood up to tend to Luke who was coughing in his corner of the room. I sighed once more and grabbed Luke's water bottle before bringing it to the sick boys lips.

After he finished his sips, I pet down his sweaty hair and glanced at his half eaten plate of chicken.

"Luke, please eat some more."

"Not hungry," he croaked.

"Just a few more bites?" I asked as though I were speaking to a child.

He shook his head and I nearly screamed, but that would get me shit from Michael who laid in the corner sleeping and occasionally groaning.

I walked up to the blonde boy and nudged him with my foot. "Michael!" I screeched. "Michael, get up!"

He sat up groggily and groaned, a noise I have become so accustomed to it no longer affects me.

"Help me, help me now!" Michael looked at me with a fearful and sleeply glint in his eyes.

"With what?" He asked.

"We need to get out of here! I can't take it anymore!"

"No need to lose your shit."

"You're going to make me lose it even more!" I yelled. "Now get off your ass and be useful and help me break down this fucking door."

Michael actually did not reply except for standing up and taking his flannel off.

I grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the door.

"Use your shoulder," I demanded.

We both ran forward into the door, hissing in pin as our bane shoulders hit the solid wood. We tried again and again until it tired us out and we both fell to the floor in fatigue. The door had no sign of any dent whatsoever.

I found enough energy to stand up and stare at the camera in the upper corner of the room. "You filthy, disgusting sons of bitches!" I screamed. "You fucking did this to us you bastards! Why can't you accept the fact that Hemmings won't pay you and let us go? Luke is sick! He needs help or something that you won't give him. He's only getting worse and worse. Calum won't eat because Harry fucking stripped him of all his confidence and will to do anything! How sick can you get?"

I wiped the tears that fell from my eyes then and looked back up once more, "Let us go. Please," and I fell to my knees, finally begging for my life.

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Hello friends  Here is the next chapter of Ransom! Sorry its so short, but I'm just ready to get to the next exciting parts. I'll see you all soon !

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