"Oh, guys I have to check on the museum to ought because the other night guard is ill." I say getting up very slowly.
"Okay." Marianna and Livvie say together sleepily.
"I won't be long." I say grabbing my jacket and keys and head for the door. I can't stop thinking about the men in the café, it was only them in there, which is a bit strange. I turn on the stereo and put on ABBA. It's not my favourite band but it'll do. I also can't stop thinking about the guy who I think was called Harry. He said I had a pretty face. From the way the bartender told him to basically back off, there is obviously something Harry does then with attractive girls.
I go to unlock the doors, but I notice they are slightly open. Mr Haynes must of forgot to shut it properly when he left. I sleepily grudge along the shiny tiles that is the floor. I finally reach the reception desk, which seemed like forever, probably because I am tired, I place the keys there and go to the water fountain to get a drink.
"Careful." I hear from upstairs. "Do you want the whole neighbourhood to hear you." I recognise the voice from somewhere, but I can't put my finger on it. My flashlight drops from my belt and makes a loud crash. "Someone's here. Let's go."
I run as fast as I can through the corridor to where all the statues are, I hide behind a fairly large one so they can't see me. I hear footsteps in the same room as me. It sounds like there about five people in here with me. All of a sudden I hear sirens from outside.
"SHIT! That person must of called the police." Suddenly it's all hectic. Two of the men start running in one direction two go the opposite way. I look round the corner hoping they are all gone. Then as I soon as I stand up I knock the statue and it starts to fall down.
"MOVE!" I feel warm muscular arms wrap around waist and push me to the side. I fall right on the edge of my pelvis and let out a small whimper. I look up and holding me is one of the men that were from the café.
"You... You were..." I couldn't finish my sentence. This is too much of a shock for me. The man is still holding me a position which is now getting very uncomfortable.
"HARRY!" I look to my right and out comes the Irish bartender from the café. He moves quickly towards and presses his fingers on my shoulder. Soon everything goes black.
I wake up to at least four faces looking down at me. Whatever I'm in seems to be moving at a very fast speed. I once again here sirens. I sit up and find that I am tied to a pole that was standing in the corner of the van that I have now established I'm in. "What do you guys want from me?"
"What do you guys want from me?" One of the guys mimic. "Oh how cute... Three of the men move aside as the dark haired one, who I now see is the Harry bloke emerges from the shadows. "Just sit there and be quiet my beautiful and then nobody gets hurt." His deep husky voice fills the van like smoke. He has a huge grin on his face and he gets startled by the sound of gunshots. "Zayn! Go faster."
The van starts moving side to side while we are going at lightning speed. Just as I'm about to say something, the van doors swing open and I feel my head fall back. I find that I'm inches from the ground.
Again warm muscular arms lift me right up and I look and with darkness in his eyes it's again Harry who saves me from the danger that I'm in.
For about ten seconds he's holding me just staring at me with his deep green eyes. "I told you to tie the rope tighter. I don't want to be the one charged with murder." He lifts me fully up, but doesn't tie me back up.
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After thirty minutes of getting away from cops. The van is parked in a dark and damp looking alley way. "Where are we?" I blurt, my voice sounding really ridiculous.
"Please be quiet." Harry says brushing his hands through his hair. His hair is so glossy. I don't know why I'm thinking about his hair, I should be worrying about why they're going to do to me.
"Zayn. Hurry up so we can get this girl somewhere safe." He puts emphasise on the 'safe' assuring me that something bad might happen.
I fell myself going limp as something is injected into the side of my neck. I feel like I'm paralysed because I can see what's going on, but I can't move. I'm carried into a small room that is practically empty, except a dentist looking chair and a table that has a line of sharp utensils lined on it.
I get lifted onto the table and strapped down. I can feel myself recovering from the stuff they injected me with.
"You've stayed silent through out the whole of this." The blonde one says laughing slightly.
"It's probably because I don't want to be like the people in the movies who get captured then get slapped in the face for speaking too much by pathetic kidnappers like you." I didn't mean for that to come out, I guess I was just so pumped with anger that I couldn't help it.
I hear a small chuckle come from Harry as he finishes strapping me tightly to the chair. The blonde guys face just stays plain, like he had just seen a ghost.
"Guys. I'd rather do this on my own." Harry says opening the door.
"Fine." They all say in unison. Which reminds me. What would Livvie and Marianna do when they find me not in my bed in morning? Will they manage to find me? Probably not as this place is well hidden.
After everyone leaves Harry puts on a very white and long apron. He picks up the first utensil that is a cleaver but shakes his head and places it down. He picks up a scalpel and strokes it against my face. I don't know why I'm so calm about this, I guess I'm just one of those people who aren't scared of anything.
He makes a deep cut on my palm and I wince at the pain.
"I thought you would scream at that rather than just wince." He says opening the cut that he made.
"I've learnt to not feel pain that much" I say staring at his face. He's so pale and has no emotion. He holds the cut open with some sort of tool that I can't recognise.
"Well then hopefully this will hurt." He opens a draw that was at the bottom of the table. After looking in it for a while he pulls out a bottle of lemon juice. Little does he know that I'm immune to lemon juice being put on cuts. Well of course I'm not gonna tell him that I want him to see that he's kidnapped the wrong girl.
He slowly pours the lemon juice in the open wound. I don't even wince.
"Fucking hell." He says under his breath. "How is this possible?" I know the questions rhetorical but I answer just to piss him off.
"My dad was in the army and he taught me a few things." The look on his face looks so pissed off I can't help but smirk.
He looks back at the table and lifts up a long, sharp knife, that looks like a machete. He lifts it up about five centimetres from my chest. He lowers it, but then his eyes meet mine and he stops about a millimetre from my chest.
He sighs and places it on the table. Something is clearly wrong, but his face won't show it. He takes off his apron and leaves the room. I sigh and lay my head back. "How did I get myself in this mess?" I say quietly before laying my head on the head of the chair.
