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Live while we're young, talking.
She's not afraid, heart attack, talking.
They even threw in a Story Of My Life, which just about everyone was screaming in.
I turned to Kelsey. "I- Erm.. have go go to the bathroom. " I somewhat yelled because I could not be heard otherwise. I pushed my way through the crowd and stumbled to the back, pushing the door open.
The light almost blinded me. "wow." I muttered "Er... " I approached a man. "where's the toilets?" I asked as politely as I could. He pointed in a direction and I followed his finger. I saw a sign and walked towards it. I pushed the heavy door open and when I entered, I went into the middle stall.
I finished... yeah not describing any part of that... and opened the door. I walked yo the sink. I looked down at my hands as I washed them, and when I looked back up... My heart absolutely fell.
Standing behind me, with an evil grin on his face, was my ex boyfriend.
"It's been a while. " Damian spoke, even his voice sounded evil.
"What do you want?" I said without turning around. I looked at his baggy eyes, and tousled brown hair through the corner of the mirror. I turned around and rested agaisnt the sink. "Havent you had your share of damage done?"
"Oh... you know me... Never." He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. Before I could pull away, he placed a cloth over my mouth and nose and everything when black.
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I woke to the buzzing sound of a zipper. I opened my eyes and saw the zipper being opened above me. A bag? Really? Real classy Damian. I lifted my foot, kicking him straight in the crotch.AS he groaned and fumbled backwards I pulled myself out of the bag. I looked around the cement basement and bolted for the stairs. The door at the top of course was locked.
Luckily, with eating, I've been working out. And I know how to break down a door. I raised my foot and cicked right near the lock. As soon as I entered the main house, Damian's arms grabbed me, and he carried me down the stairs as I flailed, kicked, and screamed.
"Let me go!" I screamed and kicked as he ended up tying me to a support beam. My feet and hands tied tightly to it. He left me there, going upstairs and rummaging through the kitchen. He ame back down a few minutes later with a knife.
"Perfect, dont you think?" He twirled the blade in his hand. "I like it."
"I. Dont." I said whilst thrashing hard. I heard... footsteps. I could see Damian get nervous. He untied my hands but held them. Then my feet. A kick at the door caused it to fall. It was the police. Obviously, they were looking for him.
He kicked the backs of my knees, causing them to give out and forcing me to kneel. He pulled something out of his back pocket. A gun. A fucking gun. He pressed the barrel of it to my temple. I gasped and winced a bit. Ive never been more terrified in my life. My eyes darted around the room, scared.
"Put the gun down sir." A policeman ordered. He didnt listen. I was shaking like crazy. Who wouldnt be? In a fucking life or death situation you would be shaking. Scared, short breaths going in and out. Then... breaking the silence, my phone rang.
Damian literally kicked my ass. And hard. Instead of turning off the phone, he answered the call.You could barely hear the talking on the other end.
"If you dont put the gun down we will shoot you." He still didnt listen and you could now hear it was Niall, freaking out on the other end. I whimpered. The policeman took another step forward and Damian cocked the gun. No. Shit. I whimpered more.
Damian's hand was shaking, the gun moving with his shaking. The gun was no longer pressed to my temple, more pointed down, he was distracted.
One more step.
The gun went off.
A screamed echoed out of my throat. A sharp, wide pain ripped through my left side.
"TAYLOR!" Nialls shaking voice came out of my phone. I fell to the ground. The cold cement pressing against me. Everything was blurry. I heard three gunshots and a body falling. Damian. They shot him.
Hands took ahold of me and pulled me out of the basement. I could barely feel myself being pushed into an ambulence. When they laid me down, I could see blood on their hands. My blood.
Hands were on me. On my wound. I let out a scream. They told me to sh. I didnt want to sh. I was just shot!
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One More Time
FanfictionTaylor Nelson was a normal fan until she and her best friend got backstage passes, to their five favorite boys. But when she actually starts dating one, things get kinda tricky. She finds out the one she's with isn't the one she wants and the one sh...
