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Zayn

Zayn's POV

"I sat in a dark empty room. Silence shrouds me like a cloud, and I can't feel anything. It isn't as if I've gone numb, I just feel as though there is nothing to feel. I miss my father, my brothers, my uncle, but I can't feel myself missing them. It's almost like I'm completely hollow- except I can't feel that either. My eyes refuse to adjust to the darkness, even though I've been here forever. But as I fight the dark, a light comes on. My birth father. Gross. I look down at my body, and see it tied to a chair.

"Zayn. You're finally mine again." He said, walking a step closer to me. Okay, now I feel something. Anger, panic, anger, fear, anger, fright, ANGER. Man I hate this guy. How could he... Knock up mum as he did, then leave her for a younger woman? How could he let mum die? How cold do you have to be to not go to the funeral? I haven't seen this man in years, but I know I'm still angry with him. I hate him. He's more disgusting than when you reach into the sink to do the dishes, and touch an old soggy piece of bread.

He's more disgusting than stepping in dog diarrhea with bare feet. He's more disgusting than going to spit a loogie and swallowing it instead. He's more disgusting than drinking someone else's pee. He's more disgusting than a cat peeing all over you. He's so disgusting! I hate him I hate him I hate him! I glared him down to let him know how much I hated him, because boy let me tell you, I hate him.

I hate him even more than I hate that hunter in Bambi for shooting Bambi's mother! Most of all I hate him because of what he did to us, to all of us. And that includes mum. "I have been waiting for this moment for years, watching you boys grow up, in the corners and the shadows. You thought that it was just a monster under your bed. It was me. It's always been me. But I'm no monster, I'm your father. And I want you to come live with me forever. So, to make sure you know Daddy trusts you, I'm gonna release your bonds, okay? But daddy wants you to know that running away is very, VERY naughty, and you'll get in serious trouble if you run away from daddy." I nodded slowly, and observed the room around me. I don't know how I'm going to run away, but I'm sure going to.

He released the rope on me, and rubbed lotion into the indents. That doesn't help. It only makes the marks cooler, which I guess helps a little, but it doesn't make them go away, and it also doesn't make him go away. How to make him go away... hmm... I looked over at a big window, but it's too tall for me to reach. There's nothing that helps boost my reach so that I can get up and out. I have this chair, I have the rope he just took off me, and laying in the corner are several boxes. I don't know what they've got in them, but as soon as he leaves I would like to find out.

Not-dad stood up, and smiled at me. Not a nice smile, it felt more evil than it did kind. "Well Zayn, I've got a baseball in those boxes. What say you that we get the baseball and toss it around a bit?" I rolled my eyes, I hate sports. Anyone who actually knows me is fully aware that I am not a fan of sports. But a plan started to hatch, and suddenly I found myself walking towards the boxes. What I lack in knowledge of sports I make up for in knowledge of books. I also am quite strong, despite how I look. Yeah, I'm young, and I've grown some good muscle mass. It's not common, but it can happen- and it has. To me.

I walked to the box and found it full of toys that a boy my age should like. I pulled out a thick, heavy soccer ball instead. "Why don't we play footie?" I asked innocently. Football is a sport that I am aware of how to play, and I can't wait to see the look on dad's face when I tell him what I did. My real dad, not this imposter person. Not-dad nodded at me excitedly- crazy man. I smirked and set the ball down, and waved my hands like telling him to go long. He went longer in the warehouse, and I know this is my only opportunity. Well, I guess it isn't since I'll be seen as just having a lot of enthusiasm.

Dad has been trying to reach us lads how to properly play footie, and that involves aiming the ball. I'm not the best at it, but if I aim right, and I smack that ball as hard as I am able, I could knock not-dad out, and save myself from whatever he wants to do. It seems like just play, but I've watched a crime show or two. I am, in fact, in my double digits, I'm grown up enough to watch that sort of stuff. Anyways, sometimes things that just seem like games, aren't really games, and are actually evil things that adults try to do to kids. I don't want to be one of those kids. I want to be the kid that's smart enough to save themselves. So here goes.

I set up the ball, looked at my target, aim, and... I shot the ball towards him, and it was flying towards his head. Yes! Here it is- I'm free! Not-dad caught the ball right before it would have made the crushing blow to his head and knocked him out. My face fell a little (a lot less than my heart did), as he chuckled. "Wow son! You've got quite the kick! Good thing I've got fast reflexes!" Shoot. I smiled at him as if I didn't mean to kick the ball directly towards his skull, and realized I had to figure out a different plan. I need to find something that I have that he doesn't have. As I thought, I played with him, passing the ball back and forth, no longer kicking it as hard as I could. That plan doesn't work. Sad.

But then I realized something. He was starting to wear out. Breathing heavier, sweating a little. I feel just fine. Bingo. I kicked a ball "towards him", making sure it went a little far to the right. Then a little too far to the left. Then straight past him. Yes. Perfect. He started to pant and wheeze as I worked him out harder. I'm good at this! Back and forth and further and further, until he collapsed onto the ground. I ran over to him, and and saw that he's absolutely worn out. "Water... I need water." Well. You're not going to get it. I slid the baseball out from behind me, and smiled. Just like him it wasn't in the kind, nice way. It was in a more evil way.

"Game over." I muttered, and without second thought, I drove the baseball so hard into his face I'm certain I broke something. Doesn't matter if I did or did not, because it worked. He was knocked out solid. I dig through his pockets, and found the key to the room. Wait. I've seen this on Law and Order too! The man wakes up, and it's round two of fighting! No way. I grabbed the  ropes, and tied him up, and put the chair on top of him. I arranged the boxes around him so that his body is more hidden, and filled his mouth with various things I found in the box. Once everything was set, I left. I don't know what will happen to him, I don't know what will happen once he wakes up, all I know is that I'm safe and free, once I find my way out of here. I opened the big door in front of me, carrying the baseball bat high, it may come in handy, who knows?

Breaking into a run, I found a door that says EXIT on it, so I take it. Once outside, I realize that I actually do know where I am. I like to observe when dad takes us places, and right here is near a park I like. What do parks mean? Adults. Adults can help. I decided to go to the park, to get an adult to help me. I walked there, jogging at some points, and then sat on a bench. I have to find a responsible, kid-owning non-creepy adult. Here we go, one mom figure walking up to three children. They all look like her. Bingo. I walked over to her, and tapped her politely on the shoulder. "Oh, um, yes?" She said quietly, keeping her eyes on her kids, but turning to face me.

"Hi, my name is Zayn Tomlinson. I was taken by some really bad people, and I just want to get home to my dad and brothers. Could you please take me home? I know the address. I'll even pay you if you'd like. I just really need to go home." The woman looked at me sympathetically, and combed a loving hand through my hair. I miss a mothers touch so much, this is so nice.

"Of course I'll take you home Zayn. Why don't you help me get my own kids into the car, and we will take you home. Can you tell me anything about the bad people?" I nodded, and started describing the bad people and what happened to the nice lady. She nodded and listened to me, and took me back to my home. I thanked her, and got her phone number. She wants dad to call her. I'll let him, but not after he hugs me.

Walking up to the front door, I was pulled inside by my blonde twin. And this, that's what happened. "

Dad looked up at me, and hugged me closely. "Thank you for telling me and being brave. Love you Zayn. Love you so much."