Battle To Be Free (z.m) ✔️

Chapter 1

I ran out of the lunch room fast knowing that they would be behind me. Luckily for me I had a headstart and I used to be on the running team before my life went wrong. Unluckily for me I had no idea where I was going and I had left the map in my bag, which was in the lunch room. I wasn't even sure if I knew how to get out of this place.

God help me.

I ignored everyones shocked faces as I ran wildly down the corridor with my blonde hair that was probably all over the place. I ran past a group of smirking boys one of them had brown hair and muscles that would have Channing Tatum jealous.

"She's hot." I heard him tell one of his friends and I made a mental note to get his number or at least find out his name.

Thoose muscles though. . . So not the time I told myself snapping out of the trance and trying to focus on where my feet were going. I had two options. Stay in crowded areas hoping that they wouldn't confront or kill me in public or run down the alleyway I could see from the tree I was currently stood behind. I choose the alleyway.

It wasn't until I was at the entrance did I remember that the stupid person always gets killed in dark places. My bad. I sprinted down the alleyway trying not to trip over any of the rocks or alcohol bottles that were carelessly chucked around the place.

As I approached the end of the alleyway I heard voices and stopped in my tracks.

"Where could she have gone?" An irish voice asked.

"I don't know. God she was a fast runner though," A voice grunted and I couldn't help my self but to peep and get a look at them.

There was only two of them stood there. One of them was well built with green eyes and brown curly hair that I couldn't help but want to run my fingers through. The other one was a bit lankier but still wasn't lacking on the muscle department and had blonde hair that almost looked like he'd been to the hairdressers and dyed it. They were both ridiculously attractive but so was Zayn and the other two . . .

That reminded me. Where were they?

"Where's the others?" The irish one asked. He swivelled his head and very nearly looked in my direction as he turned around to look behind him.

"I don't know. They said they were going to check the more public areas like the library." The curly boy answered.

"She was pretty fast for a west-sider," I smiled smugly at this and I knew I was crazy, given the situation. "Are you sure she even is a west-sider she doesn't seem like the type." I'm not! I wanted to scream out but I knew it would be a death wish.

"Well Zayn got pretty annoyed when he saw her and I haven't seen him give anyone a look like that in a long time." The curly haired one said thoughtful.

The irish one groaned. "Why does it always have to be the hot ones?" He pouted. Actually pouted. He's in a gang for gods sake!

"Don't worry Niall," The curly boy patted him on the head. "We'll find you a girl that isn't a crazy bitch."

Niall laughed. "Yeah. You're right Harry." He said and then ruffled his hair. Well as heartwarming as it was I realized that I had to get out of there before I got caught. I started slowly backing up when I collided with something hard. A hand flew over my mouth and I was pulled into someones chest and my nostrils were immediately filled with a strong musky smell.

"Going somewhere?" A voice whispered in my ear and I knew immediately whoose the voice was. The one and only Zayn Malik. I thrashed my legs in an useless attempt to get out of his hold. I tried to reach in my back pocket for my tazer phone but his hands had my arms in a deadly hold.

"She's over here you fucking morons!" He shouted at Harry and Niall and they both snapped their heads up at me. Niall blushed obviously realizing that I had heard their conversation and i tried not to think about how cute he was.

Zayn shoved me back against the alleyway wall. I felt glad that we were in a alleyway that was busy at the end of school meaning if he did kill me then at least my body would be found.

I couldn't help but picture my mums face though, and I wondered if she would even care. She would have unknowingly lost all of her children to a gang, I doubt that wouldn't affect her even if she was cold and heartless. 

He shoved me back against the alley roughly no doubt making large scrapes on my back. I noticed that everyone had joined us now including two new boys. They both had brown hair and I couldn't help but wonder if the East side were picking their gang members out of model magazines.

Zayn was stood infront of me, one hand around my mouth, the other on my shoulder. His caramel eyes were burning into mine with such an intensity that I had to force myself not to look away. I was determined not to show weakness.

"I'm going to take my hand from you mouth and if you even think about screaming I will kill you in two seconds flat. Understood?" He told me anger dominating his features. I nodded once thinking about how stupid I was to just stand around and listen to their conversation. Curosity killed the cat and it looked very likely that it was going to kill me too. The others were watching Zayn cautiously like they didn't know how far they were going to go. What scared me was I didn't either.

He looked at me for a long time before taking the hand away from my mouth. "Louis check her pockets." He ordered them. Louis came and dug his hands into my front pockets and then turned me around and dug into my back ones. He came out with two phones in his hand, one of them being the taser phone.

"Don't-" I tried to warn them but Zayn clamped a hand over my mouth.

"I will do whatever I like with your personal belongings," He told me and kept the hand over my mouth. Louis handed the taser phone to Niall who looked at it confused before trying to turn it on. He pressed the wrong button. He was on the floor in seconds his body convulsing on the floor all eyes were on him but nobody knew what to do. I knew that until you turned the button off it would continue to taser the person and by the time those idiots would have figured it out he would have ended up with brain damage.

I wriggled from under Zayns hand. "Let me help him!" I pleaded with him. I may have been from the West side but seeing a person get damaged in front of me was not something I was prepared to do.

Zayn looked at me and then released his hold. I ran over to Niall and turn the thing off with its main power button and threw it on the ground next to him. I sighed in relief when he started to come round. Zayn grabbed me by the arm and back against the wall while the one with the shortish hair went over to Niall to see if he was okay.

Niall sat up clearly in a state of shock. "Who the hell carries a taser phone?" He managed to stammer out.

Zayn took his hand away from my mouth giving me a warning with his eyes.

"Dean's girl that's who." Zayn told Niall and everyone was giving me wide eyed stares by now.

"I'm not Dean's girl," I spat through my teeth obviously catching everyone of guard.

"I think he would say otherwise," Zayn said assessing my reaction in his brain. Dean was the leader of the West side and I had never been his girl and never would. Even if he didn't used to do unthinkable things to me and then killed my sister. Even without all of that he was still a bastard. I was about to say something else until my phone rang in Louis hand. He looked at me then at Zayn.

"It's Dean." He told him and looked at me almost apologetically.

"Put phone on the floor." He instructed Louis and he did as he was told. He pushed me down on my knees next to the phone. "Answer it." He told me.

I really didn't want to listen to Dean go through numerous details about how he killed my sister but I realized that I had not choice in the matter. I took a deep breath and then put the phone on speaker . . .