Life is not a fairytale (Brad Simpson/ The Vamps) SEQUEL

Eight

Isabella

Blood pounded through my ears as my vision became obscured by black dots dancing around, creating an obstacle in my vision. I became dizzy as the dots kept swirling around as if it was slowly hypnotising me. I screamed as all of my senses decided to black out and put me in unconsciousness.

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I wasn't too sure what exactly brought me back into consciousness; whether it was the amount of noise being made by the shouting, or whether it was due to being harshly thrown around as they obviously tried to carry me from one place to another. I think it was from both put together.

My eyes struggled to open at its first attempt, causing me to groan in frustration.

'Put her down there.' A deep voice demanded, instantly realising that it was from the man who stood outside the van... the one who announced me as his daughter. I immediately shook that thought out of my head; I refuse to believe such bullshit- especially by someone linked to Kyle. My father is dead. What kind of sick and twisted person would say such a thing?

The uncomfortable and painful feeling of being dropped onto a springy mattress that was pathetic because i could still feel the ground underneath it, made me groan again in discomfort. My eyes shot open when I turned my body and a spring went right in my back, making me sit straight back up to be met with two very familiar faces and one newly familiar face.

'How are you feeling, dear?' The delusional man who thinks he's my dead father asked me, my head immediately turning to face him. I was a few inches away from his face and I instantly recognised how his hazel eyes were near enough the same colour as mine. I shook it off as a coincidence- thousands of people have the same colour eyes, it's nothing major. I tried to get my breathing under control; I wasn't quite sure whether it was because of the unwanted bullshit from the boss of the group, or because I didn't know where I was, or what was going to happen to me.

I had decided I wasn't going to talk- there were three of them and one of me, I needed to stand my ground. I wanted out.

Being sick and tired of getting myself wound up into these sort of situations, I stood up, mentally trying to plan out a route to get me out of here. I looked around the spacious room, there were a few windows on the opposite wall, a couple of chairs lined up underneath and a pile of rope underneath one of the tables. There was also a door to the right of the windows, but the fact that it looked like the sturdiest object in the room, I figured that it was decorated with locks and bolts on the other side. That was obviously one less way of getting out. To the right of where I stood, there was a table with chains on. The thought of what this room was used for instantly made me sick to my stomach. My hand instinctively made its way to my mouth, as if to stop myself from throwing up. On my left, the wall was near enough bare with only a few chains attached to it, as well as attached to the ceiling.

It looked too good to be true... the chairs underneath the windows? I didn't think twice; I wanted to get out, and I wanted to get out now. I knew I was being selfish, wanting to get as far away as I could without thinking of the consequences that would come afterwards, but I couldn't help it. Nobody would ever want to put themselves in a situation with three massive and dangerous men. I wanted to get out alive. And I wanted to get out now.

All I could think about is Brad; he was my motivation to get myself out. He made every day better; he made my whole life better. I just wanted to be with him, because I know that with Brad comes the safety of his arms. He would never put me in harm's way, and only if I noticed that a little while sooner, I wouldn't have out myself into this situation.

Looking straight at the deceptive man before me, I brought my knee right up to his crotch as hard as I could, willing to cause him as much pain as I could. He hunched over, obviously in pain, and I hoped that maybe if I hit him as hard as I could in that area, that he wouldn't be able to have kids seeing as he doesn't seem to know that I'm not his child.

The other two, Kyle and Carl, were thrown off guard, so I took the opportunity as I could. Knowing that Kyle was more likely to take lead and fight back, I elbowed him in the nose, which momentarily stopped him from doing something, but soon enough he had hold of my arm as I went to punch Carl. I then kicked him in the shin, causing him to fall down due to the impact. I was then able to punch Carl in the jaw whilst, at the same time, kneeing him in the crotch to try and completely get him out of the picture for now. Seeing blood on my spit knuckles, caused me to feel sick, the sting travelling up my arm, but adrenaline took over; once I'm out of this situation, I can focus on my injuries. It doesn't matter right now. I then got pushed to the ground, and I looked up noticing that it was the man I don't know the name of who had recovered rather quickly.

I didn't know what to do. Kyle and Carl were on the floor, rolling around in their self-pity, making me mentally roll my eyes at the fact they can't handle a girl about 4 inches smaller than them. It was just me and the man right now. I stood up as quickly as I could before my arm went up, and I tried to land a punch on him, but his hand wrapped around my hand, slowly crushing it under his power. The pain was unbelievable, and I was pretty certain that if he didn't stop crushing my hand soon, then he will end up breaking all of the bones in my hand. I cried out, losing all feeling in my right arm, the pain feeling like my blood was on fire and my bones were like glass shattering. Black started to dot around my vision, but I willed myself to stay focused. I brought my foot behind the man's knee, finding the weak spot to make his knee go out from underneath him, making his grip on my hand to completely disappear. He fell on his knees, his hands not being there fast enough to stop him from falling completely, meaning that his head made contact with the floor, the sound quietening both Kyle and Carl. I was 99% certain that he was knocked out cold.

Not having time to over analyse anything, I ran over to the chair that was perfectly placed. The window was stuck, and I pulled with all of my might to try and open it with only my left hand, the footsteps, slowly but surely getting closer, gave me all the motivation I needed. The window didn't open that much, but I was sure that I would be able to squeeze myself under it. I put my left leg through before joining it with my other leg. I noticed how quickly Kyle was coming toward me as I pushed myself out of the window, narrowly missing Kyle's hand trying to latch hold of me.

All I did then was run. Run through the trees that seemed to populate the area around the old building where I was taken to. I ran without looking back, keeping Brad in my mind to keep myself going.

I'm sorry.

This chapter is a little bit longer than they usually are :)

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