Tied.

Chapter 7. The Interrogation.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Harry roared from the door, Charging towards me and ripping the journal from my grasp.

He lifted me off the bed and slammed my back against the wall.

I screeched in pain and looked at the furious Harry, his eyes a darkend layer of green overcasting the hiden light shade.

"You NEVER go threw my stuff, do you fucking understand?!" He yelled directly into my ear.

I bit my lip and nodded holding back the tears.

He slammed me back against the wall once more before letting me go, He walked over to the drawrs and shoved the book into the far back of the top drawr.

"Finish you're cleaning and come down to the living room." He orderd and walked out closing the door.

"Fucking asshole.." I scoffed backing up from the wall, I grabbed the plastic bag full of trash and walked out of the room and headed the opposite direction to Harry and opened the backdoor.

I walked towards the trashcan and took off the lid, the horrendious smell instantly filling my nostrlls. I gagged and put the bag in and put the lid on as quick as possible.

"Ugh that was disgusting." I spoke to myself. 

I turned around and looked at the vast spacing of the backgarden. The suprizingly fresh air cooling me, the green grass beneath my bare feet soothing.

Probably the nicest part of the entire house. The garden was clearly well taken care of. I don't get it really. Do they hire gardeners? Do people volunteer to do this for them? Surley the boys didnt do it.. no way.

I was about to head back inside when I spotted a dog hiding behind the corner. I looked around me, confused when I seen nobody in sight. I walked towards the dog but when I turned the corner it was gone.

"What?" I spoke to myself even more confused now.

I swore I saw the dog?

I was walking down further, looking behind the big skip at the side of the house, filled with various items. Only to find the dog wasn't there either.

What the hell? Am I going crazy or?

"What are you doing?" A voice behind me spoke.

I turned around to see Harry again.

"Oh.. I uhm.. "

He rolled his eyes and huffed at me, "Get back inside, you look crazy." He scoffed heading back in.

"But.. there was a dog.." I whisperd, reluctantly following him anyway.

I was sat down on the livingroom sofa, all the boys eyes pierced on me as if they were studying me. It started to feel a little bit awkward so I didn't look at them anymore,

Louis whisperd something to Niall and he nodded, he looked at Harry and Harry looked at me.

Should I be scared?

Yes?

Okay.

"Do you still talk to your brother?" One of them asked,

The question caught me a little off gaured, How did they know my brother?!

I looked up at Louis, and then to the rest of them.

"Uhm.. what?" I replied.

"Oh come on you're hardly stupid." Harry spoke hitting my arm.

Go fuck yourself Harry. Ugh. Cocky little prick. Thinks he can make me clean the whole house, slam me against walls and still think he's fucking harmless.

"No. No I dont." I answerd, a little pissed off now.

"Don't talk to us like that." Harry added,

Oh.. my god. I am going to slap him if he doesnt shut up.

"Harry, stop. Its okay." Niall spoke. And I mentally praised him.

"Why did you run off from him?" Niall added.

"How did you.. know about that?" I asked back completely oblivious to what was happening.

"We just do." He replied.

"Uhm. Well i'm not telling you my private buisness." 

Louis chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

"Nothings private in a gang love." He replied and put the drink down again.

I looked at Harry and thought of his book thingy.

Yeah, clearly.

"Long story short it doesn't matter okay?." I replied.

"Vanessa.." Niall sighed getting frustraited. 

"Look, I don't care if you try to fucking rape me i'm not answering your fucking questions until you tell me why the fuck i'm here, and why no ones come looking for me? What did you kill them all? Doubtful, because then the police would start looking for evidance and leads, then look to see if I know anything but when they realize i'm missing they'll check the cameras from the past two weeks, or worse the other gangs will turn you in and i'll be set free and your entire plan would go to shit." 

After my dramatic little story they all looked at me like I was crazy.

Crazy?

Again, another thought about me being crazy. Yup. I've definatly lost it. 

"Where did that come from?.." Louis slowly broke the silence.

"No.. no she had something there. That was pretty accurate." Niall spoke up.

"Oh come on, really?" I spoke up throwing my arms out.

What the hell is wrong with these people? If someone doesn't get me out of here soon i'll fucking loose it. I can't take it here anymore.

"She's fucking impossible, I bet she didn't even run away. Jordyn has plenty of reasons to kick her out." Harry spoke up.

"Can you just shut up." I yelled at Harry.

"Okay you don't like me, I get it okay? And good news for you Harry  the feelings mutual. Who even writes in a fucking diary anyway? You're not a fucking girl, and at that your what 20? grow the fuck up." I added.

I was going to stand up but ide be fucking shot, I just had so much anger inside me at the moment and it had to be let out. 

So instead, I grabbed an iPhone off the table and flung it at the corner desk knocking the empty vase off it smashing to the floor.

"I fucking hate you all." I sulked leaning back in the sofa folding my arms over my chest.

They all looked at the smashed phone and Harry turned to me.

"You're nuts." He exhaled.

I looked at him and scoffed, turning my attention to the blondie currently observing me.

"Do you know how to use a gun?" He asked me.

"Do you know how to use viagra?" I asked in reply earning a light chuckle from Louis.