Tied.

Chapter 3. Ambush.

I slowly woke up in a really awkward position, uncomfortable almost. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the empty room I went to swipe my hair out of my face only to be stuck,

One of my hands were tied to a pole, and to be exact. It was a stripper pole. I tried to break free from the rusty cuffs but it was no use, they were old but gold.

I eventually gave up and looked around the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the window at the far side of the room.

I felt dizzy and sore, probably from the way I was placed and dizzy from..

HOLY FUCK! I WAS FRICKEN KIDNAPPED!

I mentally facepalmed myself for only realizing that now, My heart started to pick up pace as I tried to break loose from the cuffs once again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. No please.." I cried to myself in a low whisper.

I looked around to see if their was anything close enough for me to grab and use to get out of the chains.

When I looked to the left I noticed there was a sleeping.. bear?

WHAT THE FU- Oh its a dog..

Well a pretty big fucking dog, holy fucking fuck. What is it? A husky mixed with a.. a... big foot?! Yetty? fricken Abdomanal Snowman?! Oh my actual god..

I stood up off the ground slowly and quietly making sure not to wake the dog as the cuffs silently scraped up along the pole.

If these boys even think i'm willingly going to strip for them like this... why couldnt they just fucking ask for a private? ugh..

Just then I heard a click at the door and the dog started shuffling, the door was forced open and a man with a gun in his left hand barged in.

He held it towards the dog and shot it before it even awoke. I screeched bringing my free hand up to my face covering my mouth trying to hold back pure tears of fright.

I looked at the man who was knelling closer to me.

He held the gun to the side of my head and grabbed my wrist.

"No, no please. You cant." I cried.

"And why the fuck not? you're with them arent you? Stupid slut." He litterally spat at me, his saliva flowing down my neck.

I was dying to yell at him, but he'd blow my fucking brains out, I mean. What part of being handcuffed to a fucking pole next to a bear sized dog doesnt he understand?!

"No.. i'm not." I cried between sobs.

He pulled a confused and annoyed look at my words.

"They.." I inhaled a breath trying to stop the tears flowing "Kidnapped me and-."

"No one has time for your sob storys bitch." He snapped at me, just as he was about to pull the trigger someone had beat him to it and shot him in the back of his head.

Blood splashing over me as he fell to the floor. My cries now hysterical, screams of fright slipping from my lips as I looked at the cold body on the floor beside me.

All of a sudden I was pulled into an embrace, causing me to break into a fit and try push him off until I heard him whisper reassuring things and felt the rusted cuffs dissapear from my wrist.

"Its okay, your okay." He whisperd into my ear, hugging me tightly.

My breathing started to return to its normal state, my sobbing turning into light cries, until it stopped completley.

I let out a deep breath "Thank.. thank you.." I whisperd to the tall figure holding me, calming me.

"Whatever.." He replied his voice raspy and distant sounding, I turned my head to look at the boy holding me, the familiar curls. The piercing jade eyes. It was my flipping kidnapper?!

While I was consentraited on him he was consentraited on the dog, I noticed a tear roll down his cheek as he did so.

I frowned in pitty, realizing it was his. I lifted up my hand to wipe off the tear when he caught my wrist in his hand just as it touched his cheek, his eyes instantly locking on mine.

I wiped off the tear and put my arms around his neck hugging him again.

I dont really know what i'm doing but he just saved my life.. I can trust him right?

****

"I TOLD YOU!" A voice yelled from downstairs.

"I told you, to be fucking careful. You know they're always watching!" The same voice yelled.

I was upstairs at the moment, Harry the boy with the curls that kidnapped me then saved my life had locked me in his room and told me not to leave. He gave me some things to change in after my shower which I made sure to lock the door I mean, yeah I do trust him. Sorta. But well.. I was just being safe.

Right now, I was currently pressing my ear to the door to hear them clearer.

Yup. My noseyness got the better of me.

"Well I didn't think they'd know who she was!" Harry had yelled back.

"Harry, you bloody well know Jordyn-."

"I know! But still, she doesnt look anything like her fricken pictures we have!" He yelled back to the voice.

Jordyn? As in.. my brother Jordyn? The abusive little cock face that beat me and tried to force me into doing things I didnt want to like drugs and alcohol Jordyn?

What the fuck is going on? I ran away from him for a reason? Has he been looking for me all these years? Has he employed 'detectives' to find me and bring me back to him?

Nope. I'm never going back there. No way. He's the reason I ended up as what I am today, Because I ran away without planning anything I needed to earn quick money and becomming a stripper is the only thing you can do without getting any education at all.

Yup, thanks for that Jordzy. Prick.

The door was abruptly opend and I fell forward only to be caught in Harrys arms.

"Were you listening in?!" He yelled, almost with a tint of fright in his voice,

"What did you hear?!" He asked me tightening his grip on my arms.

"Shit." The other boy said walking up along after Harry placing a hand threw his hair.

"Nothing. I didnt really hear anything." I said with a shakey tone.

He gave me an intense look and I swallowed down the lump in my throat.

"All.. All I heard was.. about pictures of me." I lied, not wanting to mention my brother.

He sighed in relief, confusion washing over me.

He tensed up again and threw me back onto the floor roughly, hitting my head off the floor.

"Don't you dare eavsdrop on us again! Do you understand?" Harry yelled at me.

Louis folding his arms and shaking his head at me almost like he was a scolding mother.

"Do you fucking understand?!" Harry yelled at me again.

I felt to weak to reply, My sight begining to blur. I could feel blood gushing from where I had hit my head and at that I felt a lot of it.

My sight began to get more and more blurry and all the voices began to fade away, I couldnt even hear or see Harry now, it was like a big blurry splotch slightly moving everynow and then, Eventually I blacked out.