The Wave ✓

reveal

Sorry. Writer's block is a b12ch

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Liam's pov

My eyes widened as I saw those white crystals. We had learnt it in school what it was and it's effects on humans.

The others, exception being diya and Sam,  were looking at us wide eyed.

"That's rat poison." I muttered to niall, who was beside me; who gasped a little but passed it on to the others. Don't want the enemy to know that we know their plan.

"Now, the question. Who will eat this plate?" Niall said.

"Always thinking about food, aint you lad?" Louis joked, half heartedly.

Some half hearted laugh could be heard. But the pending question still loomed over our heads. Then the unexpected , somehwhat expected thing, happened.

"I'll eat it." Diya spoke up.

Que the protests.

"No!"

"NO!"

"Diya are you out of your mind?"

And etc etc.  Mine were there too, just a little more high pitched, as I had first hand knowledge of what happens if one takes in rat poison. Violet was a living example of it.

"Guys there is no other option. We can just circulate this plate every time so that not one is eating it everytime. Fine?"

Everyone grumbled a response. Harry started to protest again, but as he opened his mouth a silent death glare from diya shut him up.

Violet took diya's plate, as Diya tool Violet's. Everyone started eating it. I was watching every single move of Diya, needing to see her reaction. At one point she was ready to puke, and me and harry tried to go to her, but our chains prevented that.

Soon, our plates were empty, and some people came to collect them. Then there was silence. No one spoke a word. No one knew what to say. The plan  with which Diya came backfired on her, as she too is shackled; more recklessly than us.

It's as if the people outside are scared of her. I thought. Yea maybe.

"Do you think the others know of it now? " I asked, no one in particular.

"Well ,I can't say for you all, but I think Paul is looking recklessly now. Our parents know nothing of it, maybe that will stay like it." Jesy said.

Zayn in particular was antsy. I see I wasn't the only person noticing that.

"Zayn? Bro what is bothering you,I feel like laughing ,because what isn't bothering us anymore?

He shook his head, " No. Nothings wrong Louis. I'm fine." Everyone could see something was troubling him, something much more than being confined in a small room.

Confined room.

"Niall? Niall take calm breaths. You Will be okay." I said to him, in the nick of the time. He was hyperventilating at this moment, although my words seemed to work their effect on him.

Suddenly the room, swung open. Inside came a figure, a girl, considering her two braids. She wore a black ski mask on her head, so we couldn't recognise her. She strided in, and took Diya by her collar, yanking her up.

"You! You really think you can take down my men, and get nothing in return? Just wait, and watch you fulsome wh***.  I'll show you pain."

Diya couldn't fight back as she was weak from her previous beating, but still got her hands in a defensive stance.

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Diya's pov

Oh no.

No no no!

She couldn't be who I think she is.

Please please please .

These are my only thoughts as she tore of her mask, confirming my nightmares.

She was Bridget.

A tall girl, but long blonde hair. Typical b**ch in high school. But the dangerous thing about her was that she had money.

Lot of it.

Like if you combined all of my band and one direction's, you might be counting one tenths of hers.

As I took up my stance, I held an eye contact with her, daring her to waver. She didn't, but I did.

"Bridget, why take all of us? You obviously want me, leave them the hell alone!"

My words made the girls eyes widened. I had told them a little about Bridget. Not much, but they know that she bullied me throughout my school life.

She laughed. She had the audacity to laugh.

"Oh my sweet little Diya . You really think so low of me? I would have let them leave, but sadly, they know too much. I can't do much, except torture them and kill them now. " She sneered.

My eyes widened. She landed a blow at my gut, and as I was already weak, I couldn't defend myself that much. My head was still woozy from pain, and now I doubled over in pain again.

She released me from the shackled, knowing that I can't do much, and almost dragged me to another room. I could faintly hear my family screaming my name from the earlier room.

"Let go of me!" I tried shouting, but it came out more like a whimper.

She ignored me, as she strapped me,or more like chained me again, to the four chains dangling from the wall. This time I couldn't do anything, couldnt even move my joints, as the cuffs had spikes in the inside of them, so they literally cit through my wrists and ankles.

She got out a long rope, and my eyes widened as I got to know what she was doing now.

Smiling wickedly, she said, "Scared are we? Don't worry. My whip won't hurt much, as I remember you saying, I have thick skin, so I modified them that now whenever I hit you with it, It will literally burn. Burn with fire. Isn't it wonderful?" She cackled.

I spoke nothing, as whatever I speak would be used against me.

Then the first blow landed. I screamed. It burns. Yea, Bridget wasn't kidding on this one. The place where the whip landed was already singed, charring my top from the stomach.

Blow after blow. I counted till twenty. My screams had stopped after ten? It was too much.

My whole top had been torn now, but Bridget didn't care. It seemed as if she was taking out all the frustrations of those years, now.

My eyes were drooping now, blood lose too much. Before I could say more, I slumped back, and passed out,hearing the evil cackles of my torturer.