Taken

Chapter 13

Wednesday 12th January 2014

"Good morning sleepyhead" I feel someone's hand stroking my hair off of my face gently. Is that my mum's voice? My eyes shoot open, closely followed by my mouth in surprise. I'm laying in my own bed, in my own room, with my mother sat next to me smiling down at me.

"Is this...real?" My voice comes out so low I can barely hear it but my mum does, and she laughs gently.

"What are you talking about? Has all this sleep addled your brain? Now, I'll go and make some breakfast yeah? You look a little peaky!" With that, she stands up and leaves, smiling back at me slightly. I can't believe it; it was all a dream? The kidnapping, Harry, Niall, everything! I dreamt it all?

Wow. I know I should be thrilled, relieved, over the moon even, but all I feel is empty. As horrific as it was, I actually had some fun. I made a friend; Steph, and even began falling in love. But it was all fake.

Suddenly, my mum bursts back through the door. She is drenched in blood and there is a gaping hole in her stomach. She has been shot... I leap out of bed and run over to her to catch her as she falls.

"Evelyn..." She mutters weakly,

"Wake up...Wake up!" She utters this so quietly that I'm sure I'm hearing it wrong. What's that supposed to mean? I am awake.

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I spring up and out of bed, shaking violently and drenched in a mixture of sweat and icy water. Turning around I see a pissed off looking Zayn Malik stood next to me, holding an empty bucket...

"W-what the f-fuck?!?!" I pretty much scream at him, stuttering slightly since my teeth are still chattering from the cold water.

"Was that really necessary?!?" A small, nasty smile spreads across his face as he looks down on me, trying to look intimidating. I'll admit, it's working, I'm scared shitless of the 8"6 giant stood in front of me.

"I said wake up like 1000 times and tried shaking you, but you were further than the moon" he says this all with that annoying smirk on his lips, and shrugs when he's done.

"Anyway, you might wanna get cleaned up, we have a problem, no thanks to you!" He turns and starts to walk towards the door but I suddenly make a rash decision and grab his arm.

"Zayn, wait. I think we need to talk..." Wow, was I really going to do this now? When I'm drenched in water! Zayn doesn't reply, he just pulls his arm out of my weak grip and crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for me to continue.

"Why do you hate me so much? I get that you're fighting against my brother and stuff, but what did I ever do? I was dragged into this whole mess, I have nothing to do with my brothers group or whatever the hell it is. The others are nice to me, like they get what I'm going through and are trying to make me feel as comfortable as they can, but you, you can't even look at me. I can see it in your eyes, you resent me so much. And I don't know what I've done to make you feel this much hatred towards me, but I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry!" His expression doesn't change during my whole speech, except maybe his frown deepens a little. But when I'm done, Zayn's hard, cruel exterior slips away. He runs a hand through his short hair, sighing, and collapses onto the bed, burying his face in his hands. Oh my god. I think he's crying. Shit.

"My sister," he mutters so softly I can barely hear what he said, so I sit down next to him on the bed. Um, why is his sister relevant to all this? Slowly, his head rises and he stares at me, his eyes red. With a quick gulp, he begins to speak again:

"My sister, Mollie, was never a part of all this. I kept her out of everything, like how Jack did for you. She was a lot like you actually, a sarcastic little know-it-all, who liked getting her own way. Heck she even looked like you...same eyes," he sighs again and stops speaking and I can't help but notice the past tense in which he is speaking about his sister.