Cyberbully (One Direction)

chapter 11

LILAHS P.O.V...

No matter how hard I slammed my side into the car door, no matter how loud I screamed out the window, no matter what I said to the men driving me away... there was no chance of escape.

  Liam was laying on the floor of the car beneath me. Why would these men take Liam? He never did anything wrong! I never even met him until a few days ago... I think. I really dont remember...

  I lay on the seats next to Liam and held out my hand. Seconds later, he put his hand hand in mine. Silent tears were slipping away from each of our eyes. What did I do to deserve this?

  What did anyone do to have John and Chris be this... crazy?

  I was becoming dehydrated. I hadnt drank a drop of water since yesterday morning. Or... was ut yesterday? Time is slipping away from me. Do I have amnesia or something? Well, yes, three years ago when I thought id never met Niall before I was wrong.

  Wait a minute...

  How do I know Niall if he lived in Ireland, and I live in America?

  So many questions. I need them to be answered.

   The car jolted to a stop and Liams sweaty hand slipped from mine.

  Chris threw open the car door and dragged Liam out. John grabbed me by my hair and pulled me out after Liam.

   We were in a dark car garage. The smell was awful, like sweat and rotten oil. Can oil get rotten? I dont know. Can people be rotton? Well I think John and Chris prove that to be right.

  John pulled me across the stained concrete floor to a rusty elevator. Chris threw Liam into the elevator doors and saluted John. "I'll be seeing you John. Lo-" He stopped, cracked his back and waved as he ran away. His cheeks were tinged pink.

   What the hell just happened.

   I forget all about it though as John threw me on top of Liam into the elevator. Liam yelped slightly as my torso collided with his.

   "Im sorry." I whispered, a tear slipping down my face. Sorry for more than just landing on him. Sorry that it was my fault he was even involved in this.

   I was so angry I failed at my suicide attempt.

   Liam nodded his forgiveness as we stumbled to our feet, only to have John push us back down again. He pushed a button on the elevator and pulled a dirty towel out of his pocket. He pulled another identical towel out of his pants.

   Why was that in his pants.

    John shoved the towel that was in his pocket onto Liams face. I screamed, reaching out to see if he was suffocating. He struggled for a moment, but slipped into unconsciousness.

    Hey I know that. You put stuff on a towel and it makes you pass out! Whats it called? Ma- Ne-...

  Before I could figure it out, I was unconscious.

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NIALLS POV...

We stood outside the mall talking to the police. Many cops were standing around taking notes or examining the outside. Louis was trying to describe what the two evil men looked like.

  I was just there.

  I wasnt doing anything. I felt as if my head was blurry, as if I wasnt alive. I was a cold empty shell, there, no ability to think or move or breath.

  No.

  I wont be this way.

  Delilah needs me, Liam needs me, I wont just stand here like an idiot and wait for the cops to take care of it like a priss. I need to get Delilah back. She needs to know about her life. Her memory is so screwed up, she doesnt even know what continent she grew up on.

  Liam doesnt even know either.

  Its up to me to save the day.

  Im no superman, Im not even a freaking G.I Joe doll, but when it comes to the people I love?

  You burn in hell.

  I scanned my surroundings, looking for a likely place. A shady parking garage caught my eye. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me before I ran for my life towards the garage.

  I ran inside, and started sprinting like a crazy person around to concrete, looking for any sign of them.

  Suddenly- footsteps. On instinct, I ducked down behind a tall pillar. I peered around the edge.

  One of the men, Craig or Chris was running away. He looked embarrassed about something.

  "Its so hard being gay." He muttered to himself as he passed.

   "What?" I exclaimed. A little to loudly.

   Chris jumped and turned around. "John?" He called in a small voice. His voice sounded small and hopeful. Full of... love.

  Weird.

   Chris looked steadily around, but I didn't catch his eye. He slowly turned around and kept running.

  I ran in the direction he was running away from. I could see an elevator closing in the distance.

  I kept running towards to elevator. A few moments later, Delilah let out a faint, but audible scream.

  This John bitch is gonna die.

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-Lemonade