Taken

Chapter 17

Thursday 13th January 2014

When I first come to I actually think that I have forgotten to open my eyes. That, unsurprisingly, is not the case, and in actual fact I am just in the darkest place I have ever been in my life. There is not even a glimmer of a light, the darkness is all-consuming and never-ending. I shiver slightly and wrap my arms around me, shrinking away from the unknown.

Eventually, i gain the courage to slowly stand up from my previous slumped against the wall position, and stretch slightly, my hands coming into contact with a ceiling only about a foot above my head. Moving around more, I find that the room is only about six foot by six foot, with a locked, wooden door set into one of the cold, concrete walls. Other than that, there is nothing here; no furniture, no windows, no lamps, and no sound. The silence is heavy and deafening as I strain for even the slightest noise, but nothing comes. Even the sounds of my shallow breathing are engulfed by the darkness. Either this room is soundproof, or there is no one outside to make any noises, and that scares the shit out of me if I'm honest.

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I'd guess its been about four or five hours since I first woke up in this hell hole, although there's no real way of knowing how much time has passed. Seconds merge into minutes, which trickle past and become hours. The only thing I can go by is the heavy pressing weight on my bladder, and the parched dryness of my throat, each screaming for the opposite of the other.

I gave up screaming for help and lashing out at the door hours ago when it became evident that no one who had any interest in helping me could hear my pleas. I also stopped trying to find a way out myself  after a while. I have searched every single inch of this cursed room and it is 100% empty, except for one small, hysterical girl. Oh wait, that's just me.

So now I'm back in my original position, slumped against one wall with my knees brought up to my chin in a weak attempt to preserve some of my body heat against the biting cold and to relieve the throbbing pain coming from my bladder. I'm not sure how long I remain like this, or when exactly I fall asleep, but when I do, I welcome unconsciousness with open arms.

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Friday 14th January 2014

"Get up" my eyes flutter open slowly at the loud voice, and i struggle to take in the sudden light which is now flooding the previously dark room. The room looks pretty much how I thought it would, except that it now contains another person: Louis. Early morning sunlight streams through the door, which opens out onto a small clearing in a forest of some sort. A forest, I notice with despair, like none in or around London.

I attempt to stand but find I don't have enough energy even to rise to my feet, and that's when I notice the aches and pains. My bladder, stomach and throat are all screaming at me in discomfort, and my lack of food leaves my limbs too weak to carry my small weight. Louis sighs heavily before grabbing my wrist and yanking me forcefully to a standing position where I remain for a total of 3 seconds before my legs crumple beneath me and I fall again, this time against the devil himself.

I hear him mutter something along the lines of "stupid bitch" before lifting me into his arms with a "this'll be quicker anyway". I let out an involuntary shudder at his touch but am pulled closer into his chest when i try to lean away. He then crosses the small room, steps into the bright sunlight and makes his way through the forest, not saying a single word to me.

After about a ten minute walk, filled with only the sound of our shallow breathing and the crunch of Louis' fotsteps on the dry leaves, we reach a clearing very similar to the one we came from, except this one has a large black range rover in the middle of it instead of that horrid box-room thing. I take little notice of the tall man leaning against the car as Louis opens the one of the back doors, shoves me in and pulls a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, grining wickedly whilst doing so. I immediately go to move my hands away from him, but he effortlessly grabs my right arm and clicks one of the handcuffs into place around my thin wrist. He then attaches the other end to the headrest of the seat, so that I am forced into an uncomfortable position with my arm bent at an odd angle.

Louis notices my discomfort and smirks at me before slamming the door shut and stalking out of the clearing, giving the driver a slight nod as he goes. The man watches him leave before also climbing into the car and turning to face me. I can feel him studying me, but a large pair of sunglasses and a beanie cover up most of his head, preventing me from seeing the identity of this mysterious person.

After what feels like an age, he removes his sunglasses and I can't prevent the gasp that slips through my lips at the sight of those oh so familiar emerald eyes.

"Are you ok?" Harry's voice is soft and caring, but I still flinch away in disgust. How could he be a part of this? Was this his plan all along? To tug on my affections and then almost kill me?

Wait, of course it was! They've been doing this to my mother for days, and it was only a matter of time before I had to give up my cushy lifestyle in the mansion. He's a monster. They all are. Noticing my reaction, Harry sighs and turns more in his seat so that he is fully facing me now.

"Evelyn I'm so sorry, I didn't want to do this, you can believe that right? But you pissed off our boss real bad with that little stunt and, well, he's my boss; I have to do what he says,"

"Yeah well what about my mum? Why didn't you tell me?" Harry hesitates when i say this and something like confusion flashes in his eyes. He is silent for about a minute but it looks as though he is fighting a battle with himself inside his own head. Harry continues to stare at me for a while longer, looking torn before eventually his expression of guilt and apology changes to one of anger. Well i guess he came to a decision.

"What do you mean 'why didn't I tell you?' Why would I tell you anything? You're our prisoner, Evelyn, and so is your precious mummy, so we can do whatever we like to her...and to you for that matter," His voice is cold and hard, like Niall's had been earlier this morning when i first asked about my mother. But, like Niall's, it seems fake, like he has put on a mask and is just reciting from a script. I shake my head slightly and open my mouth to protest against his words, but am cut off when Harry sighs deeply and begins to speak once again.

"You know what, I'm sick of playing the happy little boyfriend. Yeah that's right, it was all an act you pathetic little child. I never liked you, god how stupid are you? You were just a distraction, a little entertainment while we waited for the right moment. I can't believe you actually thought that I might have liked you! Keep dreaming sweetheart" He then lets out a short laugh and turns back around, starting up the engine.

A tear rolls down my cheek but I am quick to wipe it away, determined that Harry will not see me cry over him. Of course he never liked me, and I was stupid to get myself involved as much as I did. Images of Harry kissing me, dancing with me, saving my life, all flash through my mind as I think of this. Was all that really just a lie to entertain him? Every time our skin connected, every word he uttered, that had meant so much to me were just meaningless touches and words to him. There were no feelings, no emotions behind anything that he has done, and it's killing me.

I slump back into my seat as the forest whips past us and try to get my bearings on everything that's happened. Louis and Liam definitely hate me, and want me dead, I've known that for a while now. Harry I thought liked me, but I guess I was wrong, so he also wants me dead. Zayn, well I have no idea. I thought we were making progress but who knows now.

So that leaves Niall, where do I stand with him? He snuck me in to see my mother, but was that just part of their twisted plan? Has he also just been pretending? Am I someone else's "distraction"? This morning i was certain that Niall truly cared about me, but now i have no idea. He probably hates me even more than Harry.

Well there's one thing I now know at least, I think as the forest outside my window transforms into grey roads, I can't trust anything these boys say. They're liars, and manipulators; even maybe Niall. I'm on my own here, and if I want to get out, I'm going to need to pull my socks up and do it myself!

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A/N

Hey! So as you can see it's starting to get serious and some bad shit is coming Evelyn's way! I hope you liked it though!

Ok so next sunday im going on holiday fo a week so won't be able to upload then, but i'll definitely upload before i go...hopefully :D

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