I Was Saved By One Direction

Part 37: One More Death???

"DANNY!" I scream at the top of my lungs as he is shoved into the room. I race over to my little brother hugging him tight. "Oh my God!!! What the h*** are you doing here?!"

"I-I w-was in the sh-shops with m-mum and-and h-he t-took m-me." Danny slurs. I wince. He must be petrified. I hear footsteps.

"Come here." I pull him over to the bed. I give him the blanket, pillow, and shove him underneath. "Don't you dare make a sound." He nods furiously.

"Where the h*** is your f***ing brother?!" Peter yells slapping me.

"What makes you think I would tell you?" I snap. "You can mess with my life and you can mess with me, but I draw the line when you go after my family. So f*** away from them."

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Danny was taken back home. I rode in the car with Peter and Dan to London and he was put back. Peter was quite p***ed about it, but I convinced him there was no need to have an eight year old boy kidnapped. I have no idea how I did that but you don't see me complaining. I really wish he didn't make us pass out so I could see where we were.

I hate this f***ing basement. It is the worst thing ever. Peter has been giving me food but I can't keep it down. Nothing will stay down. It sucks, considering you can see my ribs again. I'm starving. I just want to go home.

I turn on the TV, hoping it will clear my mind. Instead five familiar faces pop up. "F***." I mutter, wiping my tear filled eyes on my arm.

"It's just been quite difficult for us, you know." Louis starts to explain. "Losing anyone you are close to is extremely hard but it has just hit us so hard because we don't even know if she is alive or not. Danny got traumatized while he was gone and he won't say a word to any of us. We think he was taken to where she is but there is no way of telling until he snaps out of it. We're all really worried about both of them."

"Not knowing if either will be ok in the end it makes your heart sink. We don't know if we're gonna hear her voice again. We don't even know if we'll see her again." Niall chokes out.

"DROP EVERYTHING B****ES! POLICE THINK THEY FOUND HER!" Liam screams at the top of his lungs, throwing his phone over his shoulder.

"ALLISONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" They scream running out of the interview. My eyes widen. Did they find me?

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I am never getting my hopes high for anything again. Never. I waited for two and a half God da**ed weeks for police to come get me and they didn't come. I have never been so disappointed in my life. Even when I found out the boys were leaving.

The pain has gotten worse. It's become more frequent. I am getting hungrier and I don't have much longer until I starve. I am also really dehydrated. I hate getting out of the bed. I just lay there watching TV, waiting for anything.

Another report comes up with the boys. I roll my eyes as they get a call. I turn my back to the TV while they run out of the interview room. Tears slip after ten minutes when the realization hit me that I probably wouldn't be going home any time soon.

I try to keep my eyes open, knowing darkness was starting to overcome me. I was slowly slipping into death. My eyelids flutter shut and I mentally give goodbyes to everyone. A flash of pain hits my chest and I drift into a dark, dreamless, sleep.

*Niall's POV*

"Hurry the f*** up!" Zayn yells.

"She could already be dead!!!" Harry states the obvious.

"Speed anyway!" Louis flails his arms in the air.

"We're going as fast as we can boys, calm down." We are told. I groan, leaning back into my seat. I have cried at least once a day since Christmas, my body wasn't able to release any more tears.

"Where are we going anyway?" I snap.

"Birmingham." Someone answers.

"That will take forever!!!" Liam shouts.

"Two hours and six minutes." Zayn shrugs.

"That's too long!" Harry complains.

"We will get there in forty-five minutes."

"No!" We whine.

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*Louis' POV*

"FINALLY!" We scream as we pull up to a house. We un-buckle and jump out of the van.

"Wait, wait, wait." An officer stops us.

"What?" We moan.

"It is a fifteen minute hike to the actual house. There are bullet proof vests in the back of the van. Put those on before doing anything else."

We trip each other over to it. We pull them on as fast as we can. The lads and I follow the police and paramedics up a hill. We stop about twenty yards away from the house. The plan is explained. 

Half of the police go to the doors. The others, paramedics, the lads, and I go around to the side. A door was there. It is pushed open. We bound down the stairs. The girl laying in the bed I could barely recognize.

She had long, knotted blonde hair. Scratches, bruises, scars, tears, and blood were all over her face. Her eye was swelling. A single blanket was covering her small, skinny body. The part that broke my heart was that it was Allison. I notice her chest isn't moving and bolt over.

"She's not breathing." I croak to the lads, looking over my shoulder.

"What?" Niall's eyes widen. They stumble over. "No." Niall begins to break down in sobs. I pull the blonde into my side as we watch the paramedics lift her limp body out from under the covers. Liam throws his hat across the room in anger. Zayn begins to cry. I've never seen Harry run his hands through his hair so many times.

I was basically just standing there frozen. The realization hits me that she was dead as they zip my little girl's lifeless body up in a black body bag.