Bad Blood

Kidnapped

I woke up to the sound of crashing from downstairs. Was Annie sleepwalking again? I mentally groaned at the thought of dragging my sister back into her room. I heard another crash accompanied by a loud thump! What was my sister up to now? I then heard various thuds and crashes from the living room. That wasn't Annie. Just as I was about to swing out of my bed and get the bat next to it my bedroom door swung open. A shadow stood at my only exit. More shadows joined. The first one stepped into my room.

"Well, well. What do we have here? What's your name, hon?" The stranger said with a thick accent. I felt the sudden need to scream. The intruder seemed to read my mind as he took long strides towards me and covered my mouth with a gloved hand.

"Shh, we don't want any trouble. Just come with us and nobody will get hurt." The mysterious man told me. I almost laughed at the overused line of 'Do What I Say and No One Gets Hurt'. I slowly nodded. Annie wasn't about to get killed or raped because I was too selfish. I took a closer look at the man. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at the criminal. Let's just say he was too good looking to be in the kidnapping business. He had hazel eyes and a head full of curls the color of caramel. He smiled at me a wide grin with dimples.

"Now, I would love to intro-"

"Ashton! Hurry the hell up up there! We don't have all night!" Another voice came. I heard loud footsteps come up the stairs until another figure came into my room.

"Move, you fools! What are you doing just standing there?" He addressed the others near the doorway. Was this the man in charge? He seemed like the leader type... I held in a gasp as I saw him. He too was handsome with his bright sky blue eyes and blond hair that was in a quiff. He was a little bit taller than the one I presumed to be Ashton. He was wearing all black, even his lip ring matched his outfit. A black T-shirt with a leather jacket and black skinny jeans. His jeans had a tear on the left knee and he wore black converse.

"Ashton, what the hell are you doing? We don't chat with the packages. You should know this by now! You're wasting our time, mine especially! Now get your ass moving!" The man said as he massaged his temples.

"Just trying to find out her name, Luke. No need to get your panties in a twist." Ashton chuckled. The man-Luke-seemed to want to lunge at Ashton.

"Ashton?"

"Yes?"

"Shut the fuck up and do your fucking job." Luke ordered. He tore me away from Ashton's grasp and dragged me down the stairs and out the house. There was a black van with tinted windows waiting just outside. Typical in a neighborhood like this. If you called the cops they'd come a month later, if you're lucky it'll be in a week or so.

"This was too fucking easy." A man said as he opened the door to the van.

"What'd you expect in a neighborhood like this? The cops couldn't give two flying fucks about this place." Luke answered.

"The cops don't give a shit anywhere, Michael. You could kill the freaking president and leave fingerprints all over the place and you'd get away with it." Another man sitting in the driver's seat said. The men laughed.

"You actually have a point there, Calum." Ashton...giggled? What was up with that? Are kidnappers supposed to giggle? I was shoved in the in the van as Luke and Ashton sat by my sides. Luke was on my left while Ashton was on my right. Calum and Michael switched seats so Michael was driving.

"Calum? Hand me the folder under your seat." Luke asked. Calum did as he was told and passed Luke a manila folder.

"Let's see here. Eliza Jeanine Wood. Age: 17. Born in...London, England? What?" Luke snapped his head towards me, a look of curiosity on his face.

"That's correct." I whispered. I looked down at my hands, fiddling with my fingers.

"Tell me, what's a pretty British girl like yourself doing in New York?" Luke questioned.

"I was born in England, but I was raised in America." I explained. Luke nodded and kept reading out the folder, "Eliza was born in London but after a tragic accident in which her mother lost her life, she moved to America with her younger sister, Annie, who is now nine,where they were adopted by Donald O'Connell. Donald took care of the girls until he was caught abusing the girls so they were put into a foster home.

"Genevieve Wood's-Eliza's mother-will was soon found and was to give Eliza ten thousand dollars and a house in New York." Luke finished. Everything was quiet.

"What, no job? No school? No guardian?" Michael asked.

"We have private teachers. I work at a restaurant every weekend. I am old enough to take care of us." I replied tersely. I barely gave them full sentences but I could care less. They took me away from my sister. What would she say when she found out her sister disappeared? The van finally stopped.

"We're here!" Calum sang.

"We know that, Calum." Michael said, annoyance laced into his voice.

"Well, Eliza, it's time for you to meet some good friends of ours." Ashton said with a wicked smile. He yanked me out of the van. I didn't like the way he said that. I knew that I wasn't going to like them. We were headed towards an abandoned warehouse. Five guys came out to meet up with us. Just by looking at them, I knew, right then and there that I was utterly screwed.

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Hiiiii people! So infinity-nd-beyond and I (smiles 10156) have decided to write a fan fic together! Yaaayyy!! lol. Well, we will be trading off chapters! We'll try to leave an A/n's whenever we can so you guys know who is writing and all that bizznizz. okay well BYEEEEEE *awkwardly dances into darkness*