I Think I've Been Kidnapped

Chapter 28

***Mai's P.O.V.***

My body ached as I laid on the musty mattress and tried to move as little as I could. I could tell that I would have bruises in the morning and my father would no doubt see them. At least his little friend would get a good punch in the mouth from my father for hitting me. I don't think he cared, though; he just wanted to get back at me for stabbing him in the shoulder with a piece of wood. Boy had I done some damage. He had a bloody bandage over his shoulder when he had came into the room and hit me.

It was night time now. They hadn't told me, and I still couldn't see anything outside of the dark room I was in, but the lack of light underneath the door told me enough. It had been two nights that I had been there, and that meant two nights closer to going to Africa. That left five more to try and escape, and you could bet your bottom dollar that I was going to get out of here.

The door creaked open, and I flinched because I couldn't move without feeling pain. "Your dad doesn't like that you're in the dark,'' the man grumbled from the doorway before rolling something across the floor. It hit my foot and stopped before he shut the door to the room again without another word. Slowly, so that the pain wouldn't be as intense, I lifted my body from the mattress and reached for what I guessed was a flashlight. Fumbling, I searched for the button to turn it on and soon the room was filled with a warm yellow light. To be honest, I would have preferred to stay in the dark instead of looking around the large and creepy room. Nevertheless, I kept the light on.

Next to me, I saw a small notebook with a sharpie in the spiral binding of it. Zayn's drawing book. It must have fallen out of my pocket at some point when I was in here, but I had forgotten that I had had it. I reached out for it and leafed through it like I had when he had first given it to me. The pictures seemed different now, though, and I found myself tearing up when I looked at them. It's funny how my feelings had changed; I would give anything to be back with them if it meant being away from my father and his friend.

"Help me," I whispered with my eyes shut tight. It was a prayer to anyone who was listening because at this point I would do anything just to get free. Then, I looked down at the notebook and sharpie again and remembered Zayn's words when he had first given it to me.

"There are some blank pages if you want to write something..."

For a short moment, all I could do was look down at the small book with wide eyes. Then, I thanked all things bright and beautiful before searching for a blank page to write on. I wrote the date and all of my personal information down on it before explaining my situation on the paper and tearing the piece of paper out and placing it somewhere where my father's friend wouldn't be able to see it. If someone ended up in this house after us then they would hopefully find the paper. Then, I went to another page and wrote the words:

Help me, kidnapped.

Eira Mai Kendrick

If someone were to spot us, I might be able to show them the paper. I wasn't sure how I would, but I figured that I would figure it out if the situation arose. So, I doggy eared the page to make it easy to find, and then stuck the notebook back in my back pocket.

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***Liam's P.O.V.***

Two days until we had to leave for Australia, and that meant that we would be searching for Eira until then. The boys were hopeful, especially Louis, but I wasn't naïve and I knew that after 48 hours a kidnap victim is most likely dead. I didn't know why someone else had taken her, but I knew that it couldn't be for something good. So, I was stuck between trying to hold onto a slight shred of hope or just giving up on the idea of her being alive completely just to make it hurt less when we never found her.

Louis had left earlier in the day to go and try and see if he could find out more about the security guard, and Harry said something about driving around. I didn't exactly know what he hoped to accomplish through that, but no one questioned him due to his mood. Niall, Zayn, and I were just waiting for Louis to come back with some news. So, when he did come back, we all jumped up from where we were to bombard him with questions.

"I got the security footage from the concert," he stated as he held up a flash drive for us to see.

My eye brow raised in question, "How-"

Louis interrupted me with the shake of his head, "Don't ask. You wont like the answer." I shut my mouth and chose to believe him on that. He beckoned us to follow him to his laptop sitting on the hotel room desk. After he had popped in the flash drive and opened up the video, he skipped through some of the footage.

"Have you watched it yet?" Niall wondered before Louis hit play.

"No, I had to get it quickly so I didn't have time," he told us and we all fell silent while watching the camera. There were a few different screens that showed different scenes, but it didn't take me long to find the one that was watching our dressing room. It went by in a regular pace, and I watched as the security guard I had paid off took his place at the door while the boys and I made our way out of the room. After that, there was little to watch until the door to the room opened. All of our breaths seemed to hitch when we saw Eira emerge from the room, but then the security guard stuck out his hand and stopped her. Her reaction was strange; she backed up into the doorframe as if she knew him, and the look on her features was one of pure horror.

The scene continued with her slowly trying to get away from him, and him taking steps closer to her. I watched the screen with furrowed eyebrows and then Eira sprinted away from him. My eyes darted around the other screens as I tried to find where she would come back on camera, and soon her figure went darting into another frame. She didn't stay there long though, as she ran past people and away from the man. Eventually, the running stopped when she came to a dead end and the man cornered her. There was talking, nothing we could hear due to the lack of audio, and then he began to walk closer to her. The boys and I watched as the man grabbed her and put a cloth over her mouth. Soon, she went limp in his arms and he picked her up bridal style. With a look around the empty hallway, he saw the security camera, looked straight into the screen, and gave a small smirk as if he could see us watching him.

The look exuded the words, look at me, I have her and you don't.

"We don't showed this to Harry, agreed?" I spoke up after Louis paused the video. I didn't think that it would be a good idea to show him what had happened; he was already mad enough recently without the video to make it worse. He probably wouldn't take it well if he were to see the man's taunting smirk or how Eira had practically turned into a ragdoll. Who knows what that man had done to her...

"Agreed," they all nodded. 

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Maybe another chapter tonight, we'll see :)

-cow_queen