Kyle's POV
They lead me to a while room with a metal table along with two chairs.
"Have a seat please" Paul ask before leaving me wiht three new gaurds that unknown to me along with Harry. I sit on the cold metal thingmaking my back sting.
"Well weres my drink?" I look at the three boys how look scared. "Go get me something. Make it stronge" one of the boys run out of the room leaving the other two shaking.
"What you scared?" they stay still.
"Are you two going to answer or just stand there"
"N-No were not. We arnt the one thats cuffed"
"Was that sopost to be an insult?" I stand up moving the chair back a bit with my knees making the jump back in fear.
"Pathice. You need braver people Styles because these two will cost your life one day" I laugh a bit.
"Its about fucking time, oh and uncuff me" the other cop comes in with a bottle filled with vodka.
"This is all they had" he says putting then bottle down before walking behind me. The click og the keys makes the cuffs pop open and Harry steps closer.
"Relax man" I laugh unscrewing the cap.
"You arnt sopost to drink. What are you 16?" he comes up next to me.
"Im 17" I spit tilting the bottle back letting the acid like liquid slid down my throut, the familiar bring me pleauser.
"Thats gross, how can you just drink it like that"
"Its easy, just let it fall down your throut at it feels nice, the burn is amazing" The door swings open making all of us jump, some of the drink misses my dripping down my next touching some of the cut.
"Jesus fucking christ" I stand up holding my back in pain.
"Ms.Sams please take a seat so we can start" the man was middle aged, jet black hair, sharp jaw line, light blue eyes, and sparkly white teeth. I plop down kicking my feet up on the table giving the guy a glare telling him not to say anything about my feet.
"Right im detective Roger but you can call me Peter, so I hearda bout your recent whiping by the man Randy Edwards the leader of the South am I correct."
"Sure" I tilt the bottle back some more watching Paul crinckel his nose.
"You are part of Vance Neil gang and work for the two other gangs Liam Payne and Harley West-"
"Hold up how do you know all this stuff?"
"Mr.Styles helped us on this-"
"You son of a bitch I thought I told you to keep your damn mouth shut..." by now I was standing getting closer you Harry.
"Kylie sit it is his job to report to us-"
"No dont give me that shit, you know how much danger you just put me in, not only me but Mr.Styles."
"You will put you in danger-"
"Do you want to keep your life Peter, do you want to wallk out of the room alive?" I slam my hands down on the table leaning fowards mking him push back a bit.
"I would keep the mouth of yours closed if you want to live after today. Question are over. Now would you please take me to my cell." I pick the bottle back up and walk to the door wqith Paul behind me. Harry isnt to far behind and im walkiong freely to my cell with ever damn eye in the building on me. Taking sips from the bottle and smiling. In the froount of the building, the doora are glass and there stands Niall Horan and Sandy Mardy both from the East with wild grinds. Both loaded with gun and both taking off in sepreat ways.
"You might have a party start up if you dont check out side" I laugh before taking another sip. "Harry come take me to my cell and Paul, you might want to go check outsidr like I said" just as I finished Niall comes in.
"Is there a Kylie Sams in the building" every one stars at him than at me. The smile grows once he spots me walking over.
"Hello Kylie im Niall Horan" he shakes my hand.
"Alright every one listen. I hope you all are aware of Ms.Sams and who she is." he moves behind my hooking something to my belt before speaking again.
"I need everone to leave besides these 4 gentalmen" he point to Harry, Louis, Zayn, and Paul but no one moves.
"Very well" he pulls the gun out shooting the roof making everone fele making the 4 pull there guns out. I take a sip of my drink feeling a slight buz. A clicking noise comes from behind Niall. There stands Peter.
"Put the gun down Mr.Horan."
"No you put your gun down Mr.Roger" I pull my gun out pointing it at him while finishing my drink.
We are all stuck in place. When one of our guns go off, shit goes down.
