Forbidden Love (Girl Version of 'Find Your Heart')

Chapter 3

The tanned body. 

Black quiffed up hair.

Black leather jacket with a white v neck shirt. 

"I'll be outside love." Louis whispers as he left me with my kidnapper. "You Lauren's sister?" His harsh tone asks me. I nodded in response. "Do you talk?" He asks harshly, looking at me with those chocolate eyes. "I...uh...yea." I finally said. He just chuckled at me. My body is about to fall if he keeps looking at me like that. Those eyes...no! I can't fall for him! "Why....why am I here?" I ask him. "Your sister owes me some money. Since she didn't pay yet, I had to take you. Just to teach her a lesson." He smirks as he walked over at me. "C..can I go now?" I ask him. "Kiss me and you could leave the room." He says. He started leaning in, and all I could smell was a his musky scent of cigarettes and mint. 

Jerkface.

Rude.

Horrible.

Mean.

My kidnapper. 

All these thought ran through my head. That was, until our lips finally touched. 

His lips moved in sync with mine. I am innocent like people say, but it doesn't mean I don't kiss. He traced his tongue along my lower lip, asking for enterance, but I didn't grant it. I pulled away and ran out of the room. Louis was outside, his eyes widen in shock. "Did he hurt you?" He asks as we walked back to my room. "No." "Any lip action?" He asks. I kept walking, ignoring that question. "Oh, so there was lip action!!!" He squeals. "Oh, shut up Lou!" I laugh at him. As I got into my room, the building was covered with the smell of smoke. I laid down on the carpet, thinking about home as usual. Liam. Niall. Eleanor. Danielle. Lauren. My mum and dad. My home. 

*****

"OH MY FUCKING GOSH! WILL YOU EVER SHUT THE HELL UP!?" I hear a voice yell, making me wake up from my dreamless sleep. I sat up, looking around at the room that I'm stuck in. The door shot open, and all I saw was mad eyes. "SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LITTLE CUNT!" Zayn yells at me as he pulled my hair and pushed me down the flight of stairs. I heard Louis scream and his footsteps that were following us, but Zayn walked faster than Louis.

We were at a spacious backyard, full of trees and fresh air. Zayn pulled me towards this shack and yelled, "This place is soundproof. Don't bother yelling you fucking prick." and locked me inside. I walked around the dark place, and finally found a switch. A lightbulb turned on, but it was still dim inside here. At least this place has a bed and a bathroom. And no scent of smoke. Better than my old room at the house. 

I sat down on the bed as the door opened. "What happened?" Louis' voice asks me. His figure came into view and he sat next to me. I shrugged as the tears started streaming down my cheeks. Almost everyone here reminds me of someone. Louis reminds me so much of Liam. His comfort. The warmth. Protective ways. Love. Care. Even if Louis didn't know me, he still acted like he's known me for years. Like I was his own sister. "Sh...Lilli. I promise he won't lay a finger on you when I'm here. I'll be here to protect you. Promise." He whispers as he tries to comfort me. "Thank you." I whisper back as my tears strolled down faster. He kissed my forehead as he left me alone in the dim cave. I walked towards the bathroom and took a quick shower. At the corner of the sink, there were extra shorts and shirts, so I just changed into that. I walked back to the bed and slept.

"Just...just go home Lilli. Te-tell your sister and father that I-I love them. F..forever." My mum sobs into my ear. "No!" I yell, tightening my grip on her. "Just....just go home Lilli. I will not let them take you." She sobs again as she tries to pull my grasp away from her. "MUM!" I yell as a tall curly guy pulls me away from her. I wanted to kick him. Kick or slap him. But that would mean I'm an animal abuser. I ran home and told my dad. He called the police as Lauren tried comforting me. "Sh...it's not your fault." She whispers to me, her body shaking as soft sobs escaped her mouth. Anyone could've tell me it wasn't my fault, but it really was. My fault for her being taken away. If I listened to my mum, we wouldn't be here like this. ***** A month passed after the accident. A month until the police finally called us. They found the kidnappers. My mum's kidnappers. The police arrested them, but when we found our mum...it...was horrible. That's all I could think of. It was horrible. Brusies all over her body, cuts along her face and arms. Blood splattered on her clothes. This...this is my fault. My fault for her death! Everyone must be blaming me! 

I jerked up and saw my dim surroundings. I started sobbing to myself until I fell asleep. Fell asleep in the dark moldy cave.