Tied.

Chapter 16. Life And Death

"Look, i've been with Horans gang since day one. And trust me, Vanessa definatly has no weak spot. She wouldnt let anything out, we still have nothing on Jordan." A voice recognizable as Tashers spoke up.

"Well there has to be some way we can crack her then?" Another said.

"Did she take a liking to anything?" Zayn asked him,

I slowly crept down the creaky stairs to get a better view, stopping just behind the door frame.

"Uhm.." Tasher looked as if he was in deep thought, his hand run threw his greasy hair.

"A dog but Zayn shot it.." He said rolling in his bottom lip.

"No I didnt I missed and it ran off." Zayn clicked.

I knew what dog he was talking about, but.. thats not going to 'crack' me? I know I love that dog but its not as important as Harry.

I mean what.

I think i'm getting high from the smokey air in here. Pfft like I care about him..

"Well what about Harry or Niall? Nialls always complaining how he thinks she should have stayed with him and Harry and Vanessa shared a house a few nights ago.." Tasher said a little louder.

I chuckled then coverd my mouth quickly moving out of sight.

Shit..

There was a minute of silence before I heard someone get up and close the living room door.

"Dammit.." I cussed under my breath, I went back upstairs and headed to the tiny room they shoved me in with Cole 'my gaurd' standing outside it.

"Do girls always take that long in the bathroom?" He asked me.

"Oh wouldnt you like to know." I scoffed walking in and shutting the door.

It was a tiny, dark, dull room with no windows or fresh air.

Just a plain musty old room..

I sat on the creaky matress and laid back closing my eyes.

I'de kill to go back to the first day I was kidnapped.. Tied to a strip pole in the garage with that huge dog beside me.

No actually back to the time I ran away.. ran from Jordan.. from what I usto call home..

I'de do everything differantly.. 

Instead of letting him throw me around i'de stand up for myself, I dont care if he beats me to death.. ide even make it better for us, ide get a proper job, clean up the entire house til it looked nice. Buy nice clothes..

Maybe even get Jordan some rehab ime..

He was a good guy before the drugs, and alcohol.. he was.

Innocent even..

*Nine Years Ago*

"Happy Birthday!" Was enchored through the room.

"Happy tenth birthday Baby girl.." My mum coo'd cupping my cheeks and handing me my gift before getting back up into my daddys embrace.

I giggled and put it on the kitchen table and began ripping off the wrapping paper, It was a doctors kit.

"Thank you mommy!!" I clapped taking it out.

I started playing with it when I heard the front door open and my brother come back,

I turned in my chair and looked up to see Jordan holding something behind his back,