Baby, I hate you

Chapter 2

I wake up with a huge headache and by the feeling of movement. The black plastic bag was still over my head, blocking my sight, but my hands and legs were free. It takes a couple of seconds until I realize I'm in a car. Why had they taken me?! Had it something to do with Stefan and Luke? My heart races at the thought of being kidnapped and I am almost certain that the kidnappers can hear my heart pounding. I had never felt a fear like this before, but I knew I had to be smart. I had to know how to escape.

I pretend to continue being asleep while my mind was rushing a hundred thoughts of ways of escaping. If I'm in a car then I can easily open the door and jump out, but what if the doors are closed and what if the kidnapper was driving really fast? Tears fall down my cheeks at the thought of horror movies I have seen which are similar to my situation. I really don't know what to do, but I know I have to try.

In a swift movement, I take the plastic bag off and turn my head around every corner to get familiar with my surroundings even if I had to squint due to not being used to the sunlight. In only a couple of seconds I see that I am sitting alone in the backseat with two men at the front focused on the way in front of them. We were on a freeway.. but no other cars were in sight. The car was really fancy, I could tell. The seats were made of black leather with small TV screens attached to front seats. The one sitting at the passenger seat held a phone, but the screen was too blurry for my eyes to see, probably because of the chloroform that I was forced into breathing. Then I quickly pull my hand to the door handle, but it would not open, the sound only brought the two men in the front to turn their heads towards me and I screamed again of fear.

I took in their appearances, the man who was driving was slightly blonde and the other one had pitch black hair with beard. They were young and handsome, probably around the age of 20. I wanted to remember their faces as much as I could, then it would be easier for the police to find them when I've escaped. If I am able to escape.

"Fucking shit, give her more of that shitty drug," the blonde said, handing the cloth to the other man while he had one hand on the steering wheel. My heart drops at the thought

"Are you crazy? It will kill her and you know Louis wants her alive!" He shouts at the blonde. He then turns around to face me and even though tears were evidently seen on my face and I looked like I was about to pee myself of fear, I told him "Let me out NOW! I have two brothers who are looking for me, they are going to find me."

The blonde driving the car surprises me by laughing, but the one with black hair and beard only looks at me with sympathy.

"Yeah, baby, I will tell Stefan and Luke good luck to finding you," the blonde smirks at me, looking at me through rearwiew mirror. They know my brothers. I knew this was because of Stefan and Luke, this is why they didn't come home last night.

I close my eyes to stop my tears, "Are they alright?"

"Yes, for now, but we are breaking them apart bit by bit," the blonde answers.

"What do you mean?"

"Niall, don't say shit," the man with dark hair warns his friend. But Niall, as he was called, seems to ignore his friend as he looks at me again through the rearwiew mirror with a smirk on his stupid face and answers, "what could possibly break them into pieces more than seeing their sister hurt?"