adrenaline | ziam au

prologue

thank you to @dammit_greenberg for editing this! :)

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for some reason, it was quite cold in liam's room. i'd been up for the past hour trying to fall asleep, whilst liam dozed on beside me. to be honest, i usually couldn't fall asleep at other people's houses; therefore, i was sneaking out.

i left a note explaining my absence, and fit my nine year old body out his bedroom window. landing on his lawn, i found myself thankful his house was one story.

i stood up and brushed myself off, walking around to the front of the house. the street lamps illuminated the dark night, giving me access to the route home. i lived only a few blocks away, and i knew the way home like the back of my hand. i'd only made the trip in broad daylight, though.

that didn't hinder my journey, because i trotted on. i heard the faint sound of an engine slowly get louder, approaching me from behind. i turned and saw a black suv near me. maybe they could give me a ride home, i thought naïvely.

i waved quickly at the van and it pulled over, coming to a stop beside the sidewalk where i was.

"excuse me, but can you drive me to my house? it's 726 georgia road." i spoke to the unseen driver.

"sure, kid. climb in." a gruff, low voice answered.

i opened the door and stepped inside, shutting the door beside me. i heard and saw the window close, and the door lock.

i thought nothing of it and got comfortable in my seat, awaiting the time we'd reach the house.

i felt a hand rest itself on my thigh, but concluded that he was just a touchy person.

"so, how old are you?" he asked.

"nine." i answered proudly, i felt the hand tense, and he started to move his thumb in a swipe-like motion.

"is that so? you look like a young man, very attractive." he kept the conversation going.

i blushed a bit in the darkness. "thank you." i smiled, not paying too much attention to his hand sliding up my thigh a little.

"you know, i never got your name." he spoke.

"i'm zayn. what's your name?" i asked.

"i'm grant." he answered. "listen, zayn, it's very late and i don't want you to get into any trouble, so i'm driving to my house so you can sleep over and I'll take you home tomorrow." he added.

"okay." i said.

so, we drove for however long until we reached a two story house with a large yard, stretching out to the tree line in the distance. we left the car and entered his house.

he locked the door behind us and turned around. "want to play a game?" he asked.

"yeah!" i answered enthusiastically. "what is it?"

"doctor. i have to tie you to the bed because we're pretending you're a crazy person and need help." he explained.

"okay. where will we play it?"

"follow me." he answered and walked away, me following.

he led me to a regular bedroom and grabbed some rope from his closet. "lay down." he instructed. "open your legs." he added, and i complied. he tied my wrists and ankles to the headboard and footboard.

he took a roll of duct tape out of the bedside table drawer and wrapped it over my mouth, ripping off the edge and sealing it. he also took a pair of scissors and cut my shirt off.

"hey!" i tried to say, but the duct tape prevented it. i just made some weird noise.

he then proceeded to cut my pajama pants off, so i laid there in only boxers.

"try to scream, and you're dead." he growled, starting to cut my boxers off.

then it hit me- i realized what he was going to do. i tried to mentally prepare myself for the horrific night ahead.

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p.s. i'm not writing a rape scene, though zayn may talk about his pat last on. i'll be sure to warn you if that happens, though! you don't have to be cautious whilst reading on.