Cyberbully (One Direction)

chapter 12

Lilah's POV...

   I wake up naked in a dark room. My hair is wet.

   I start to sit up, but I feel heavy. I blink a few times to adjust my eyes. There is nobody in sight. "Liam" I try to say, but it comes out a hoarse whisper.

  I push myself as hard as I can to an upright position, but I nearly screamed. My skin was burnt and red. Raw. I pant as my eyes well in tears.

  I observe my surroundings. I'm in some room, an old room. A type of room you would see in a cheap motel, without the bed and stuff. The walls had water stains on them. It was painted an ugly beige yellow color. It smells like sweat and air freshener.

  I force myself to stand. It hurts so bad. My skin is tight and hot to the touch. Across from me is a closet. I grab black leggings, black underwear and a gray long sleeved top. The only thing in the room other than the closet is a stocked vanity.

  Thinking I have nothing to lose, I spray myself with the perfume and swipe on the deodorant. Who cares if its poison. I want to smell good.

   There's a gray hair tie sitting on the left corner of the vanity. I tie my hair back into a pony tail and take a deep breath.

   I move over to a door next to the closet. it must be the way out. I get down on my hands and knees and check under the door to see if anyone is standing outside it. I see no shadows.

   I slowly stand back up, my skin still aching. I moan silently in pain as I put my hand on the door handle. I slowly turn the handle and open the door 2 inches wide.

   I peer out of the room. Nobody is in the hall. I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in and stepped into the hall. I closed the door quietly behind me and tiptoe down the hall. Its carpeted a dirty white and the walls are a faded orange.

  The hall is dim. Not completely dark, but dim. I stop when I come to a corner. I take a deep breath and look around the corner. I see nobody, but its stairs going up. I start up the stairs. I keep quiet but go quickly. Wherever I am, I want to get out.

  I suddenly hear a scream. I stop. It was a woman's scream. My heart starts to race. It couldn't have been my mom. No. She's safe at the hospital, right? She thinks I'm safe and sound in my hospital room right now, and she's probably eating... dinner. Or breakfast. What time is it anyway?

  I hurry up the rest of the stairs. At the top, a stained white door sits. Its slightly open. I peer into the next room through the crack in the door.

  Its dark. But I can make out a couch, and a body on that couch. My heart beat is keeping time with the speed of light. I stand there for a few minutes, waiting for the person to move. They never do.

  I tell myself only the good die young, and push open the door. The body doesn't move. I walk slowly toward it.

  I nearly scream. There lay Chris' dead body. Its bloody. Very bloody. His cold, dead hands keep a firm grip on a gun.

  I know he's a bad, very bad person. But he's dead. Maybe he had regrets. Maybe he had more he wanted to do. Maybe he was also being blackmailed into being bad.

  I kneeled down next to him and closed his eyes. I put my hands over his. They were cold. His black hair flopped over his now closed eyes. I reached over and ran one hand over his hair. I'm sorry Chris.

  I pryed open his hands and took the gun. It could come in handy. I probably looked strange, my petite body holding a large mechanical weapon.

  I nodded at Chris, knowing he couldn't see me but I did anyway. I then walked away.

   I found myself in another hallway. I walked down until I came upon a corner. I was about to peer around the corner when I heard another scream. The same female scream from before.

  It came from right around the corner.

  I controlled my breathing as I readied the gun and slowly started to look around the corner. Sweat was pouring down my face as I opened my eyes into the room. I saw John, holding a large knife. He was pressed against a crying woman, holding the knife close to her face. I couldn't see the woman's face clearly. It was covered by blonde hair.

  My mother is blonde.

  My heart raced as I watched for a few more seconds.

   "Why did you do it huh? You knew, you knew!!" John screeched in her ear.

    "No I didn't! I swear John, he never told me!" The woman sobbed, flipping her head. Her hair flew out of her face and I could see it now.

   My mom.

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NIALLS P.O.V.....

  I got to the elevator. I stepped inside and pressed the button to the next floor. I stood there and waited. I was shaking. Shaking with nervousness, anger, and anticipation. I needed to get to them.

  A loud screeching sound roared in my ears and the movement of the elevator jolted to a halt. I froze. The lights flickered and dimmed.

  This can't be happening. I threw myself against the wall of the elevator. I pounded and pounded. I searched for an escape hatch. No sign of one. I kicked at the walls and punched and threw my body on it.

  Nothing.

  I must have been trapped for hours, doing this. But I kept throwing myself. I have to save them. Today, I will be superman.

  And you can't trap superman in an elevator.

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A/N: hiiii guys!!! Update! Sorry for not updating, I have play rehearsal every day until 5:00 I tried to make this chapter long and eventful. Do you guys wonder what I look like? If you want, follow my instagram @/itsamcnamararara !!  Thanks so much for reading, I love getting votes and comments they make my day!! except when the comment is 'update!' cuz that puts pressure on me :/ Anyway, love you!

-Lemonade