Always Be Together

4- the Kidnapper

.Allison's POV

I woke up in a dark room. I tried screaming but there was duct tape over my mouth. I then remembered that I have my phone with me! I tried to get it but then I realized I was tied to a chair.

"Ughh" I attempted to speak. Right after I said that someone unlocked the door and came in.

"Hello there, Allison." a voice said. I just wanted to scream at him and ask what in the world he would kidnap me and what he wanted from me.

"Do you know why you're here?" the man asked. Of course not idiot, I thought rolling my eyes.

"Your parents died in a car crash eight years ago but, you thought both of them died. Well only your mom did and I have the body of your dad who got buried alive," he said coming closer to me. I felt my lips burn because he had ripped the duct tape off my mouth. I winced.

"SILENCE!" he barked viciously.

"Tell me the truth Allison, did you know he wasn't really dead?" the man asked me throwing the tape away.

"No," I squeaked quietly.

"Speak up kid!" he snapped. I looked down and he slapped me across the face.

"DID YOU KNOW OR NOT?!" he yelled making me tremble in fear. My eyes began to water and I replied,

"N-no....." My voiced cracked and I felt tears welling in my eyes.

"Do you know why you are here then?" he asked. He was right infront of me so I was finally able to make out what he looked like. He had green eyes and he was bald with a black beard. He looked about mid thirties to early forties.

"No," I looked down again.

"Well guess what?! I'm not gonna say!" he snapped pacing back and forth in the basement.

"That is the stupidest reasoning I have ver heard," I retorted without a fear in the world. He slapped me again and began to untie me from the chair. I stood up and instantly pulled out my phone.

"Na ah pass the phone missy," he said hold out his hand for me to give him my phone. I refused and put it back in my pocket.

"I SAID HAND IT OVER!! I'M SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT YOU WILL CALL THE COPS ON ME SO GIVE IT TO ME NOW!" he shouted at me pushing me to the ground. I gave him my phone remembering that Perrie had put a tracking app on it.

"How do you know about my parents?" I asked.

"I knew if I was going to kill someone I needed a way to torture them so I did my research," he explained with a devilish smirk.

"Please don't hurt me, I didn't do anything," I started tearing up again.

"In your sweet, innocent dreams," he then punched me in the face making my nose start to bleed. I was on my hands and knees hoping for someone helpful to show up and rescue me from this nightmare.

"Please," I cried letting the tears stream down my cheeks.

"Don't speak!" the man raised his voice.

"Dad?!" I heard a kid about my age call.

"Come here sweetie!" the guy called back to her. The door swung open and there stood the body to the voice I had heard.

"I have the daughter of Zayn Malik. I need to go make dinner, you do what ever you want with her,' he left and closed the door behind him.

"You," she glared at me. "Ruined everything for me!" she added.

"And so you need to get what you deserve," she smirked and kicked my stomach and I fell to the ground. She got an empty picture frame and smashed it on my back. I winced in pain.

"I NEVER TOLD YOU, YOU COULD MAKE NOISE!" the girl yelled at me. She took a piece of the outside of the frame and smashed it on my back again. I held back my now reforming tears there from the pain.

Someone please help me.