Hostages

seven

- Andrea -

I screamed, looking around frantically, to find Louis laying on the floor. "Go Andrea!" Louis wheezed out hard, struggling to find the words. His shoulder was gushing blood. Tears soaking my cheeks.

I didn't hesitate, since my life was on the line, and booked it. Suddenly, my shin didn't hurt as much anymore. I plunged up the stairs, realizing where I was. My old house. Before I moved from Doncaster to London, I lived here. It didn't take long until I heard the thundering footsteps, chasing after me, and I scrambled around to the front door. I flung it open, running out of the house at top speed.

The neighborhood was oh-so familiar, and I'm so lucky I knew where I was because I knew exactly where to go. "Hey!" Patch's voice raged through the air again. I didn't dare to look back. He was too far back to get me now, but he had a gun and could shoot me in clear zone. I ducked it into a backyard of a house down the street, diving over the fence, and running, hard, all the way down into the streets of Doncaster.

I panted hard, crying for help, but no one cared. Everyone carried on with their stupid lives. No wonder more and more people are dying nowadays. It's because no one cares about anything anymore. Plus, everyone here in Doncaster knew exactly who I was. They all looked at me, a little shocked, but took it as a joke. I was a joke in this town.

"Someone please!" I screamed, tears pouring down my cheeks and a crashing headache clouded my brain. "Please help me! Please!"

I tried grabbing a couple people, or stepping in their way, but they just ignored me. They had their own problems, they're own lives. They didn't want to have to deal with a girl who cried wolf half her life.

No one.

I ran down the street, which was hard with my bruising shin that killed, but I'd rather live with a broken leg than die right now. I panicked not knowing what to do. The police station was on the other side of town. I have no money for a payphone either.

Wait a minute, Louis' in One Direction. One Direction is the biggest band in the world. The light bulb went off in my head, and I turned on my heels, running towards the fanciest hotels in Doncaster. I looked for the only thing I know would help me. The crowd.

I searched and searched, running for my dear friend's life, around the streets of Doncaster for what felt like hours not being able to spot the one crowd I was looking for. But then it hit me.

Literally, it hit me. Or she hit me. A girl turned around scared for her dear mind. "I am so sorry!" She apologized, helping me from the ground. I looked up, shaking off the dirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts, panting hard.

"It's okay, please don't be sorry." I breathed, looking at her t-shirt. "Oh my god! Where are they?" I asked her, freaking out, trying to catch my breath.

"Where's who?" She asked, confused, looking at me with narrowed eyes. Her friend beside her watching me as well. "Wait aren't you-" I shushed her, pointing to her T-shirt at the five smiling boys as I tried to find the air in my lungs.

"They're down the street and around that corner. Why?"

"Thank you so much, trust me you will be grateful for this moment one day," I choked out, pushing past her and continuing my run.

I would walk but Louis' probably already dead. I need to find these boys. I need to save Louis.

I followed the directions she gave me, before I was collided with a body, again. I fell to the ground, bashing my sore head off the ground, the striking headache killing my skull.