Chapter Twelve: Niall's POV
It had been half an hour since Paige went out for that call and I was getting really worried. "Where is she?" I asked, anxiously. "I'm getting worried, too," Harry sighed.
The waiter came up and gave us our bill, checking out Louis and leaving. "That's it! Josh!" Peyton exclaimed. "Huh?" I asked. "Josh. That might have something to do with why Paige's still gone!" Pey explained. "The waiter?" Liam asked. "No, her ex," Peyton said, getting up anxiously.
I had a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I slapped down a fifty with the receipt, not bothering to look at it, before jumping outside, everyone following.
"She's not here," I whispered, stating the obvious. "No shit Sherlock," Zayn said, rolling his eyes. "Where could she be?" Liam asked, ignoring Zayn's comment. "The park," Peyton suggested. We nodded and got in the car. "Central park, quickly," I shouted to Marcus. I pulled out my phone and tried to call Paige. No answer.
"Harry, you okay mate?" Zayn asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Harry shook his head, still looking at the ground. We tried to comfort him but it didn't work, partly because I was still fraking out about it.
We got to the park quickly and we searched around. The water fountain; nope. Swings; no. Bathroom; not there. Forest; no. Playground; not a chance. All together; no sign of her. We all piled into the car again and told Marcus to go to the University.
We got there in record time. We ran to the Administration buildind and got there quickly. "Please, we need to get to Paige Harris' room," I begged to the receptionest. She looked up from her desk. "And why would you need to get there?" She asked, eyeing us over the rim of her glasses. "We think she could be hurt!" I exclaimed. "Are any of you family?" She asked.
"I am," Peyton spoke up. "Got any I.D?" She asked. "I'm thirteen!" She exclaimed. "Any of you boys?" She asked. Louis and Harry whipped out their driver's liscense. "Alright, but if you guys try anything, I'll have the campus police on you in a second," she warned.
We ran into Paige's corridor, and stopped at room 1E. I pushed the door open.
All I saw was blood, and a lot of it.
Everyone tumbled in behind me. Lou immediatly whipped out his phone and called the police. "Hello? Yes, we need an ambulance!" Louis said into the phone. "Someone's been hurt." Pause. "We can't tell, there's too much blood." Pause. "I think. Liam is she still breathing?" "Yeah, she's breathing!" Liam called in a panicked voice. Louis repeated what Liam said and gave the opperator our adress and hung up.
Peyton sobbed loudly behind me. That's when I saw Paige. She was all mangled up on her bed, her hands tied to the bed posts. She was covered in blood. I dropped down to my knees, my legs couldn't hold me up anymore.
I wanted to cry, but nothing came out. There were times when you were past tears, and this was one of those times.
I heard people pushe the door open, and EMT's rushed in. They pushed me to the side, yelling for me to move. I scrambled up and watched them as they picked her up, cutting her wrists from the headboard.
They put her on the gurnie and rushed out, shouting things to eachother as they went. "Come on," Zayn instructed, lifting me up. He put a reeassuring hand on my back, while Liam picked up- and carried- Peyton, and Louis walked with Harry.
They dragged us to the car and I curled up, trying to be as far away from people as possible. But of course, some one wanted to curl up next to me.
I turned around to see Peyton, bawling her eyes out. I pulled her onto my lap and we cried on each-other.
Marcus sped down the road, following the ambulance. We got to the hospital quickly and I stormed in. "Hello, can I help you?" The receptionist asked. "Paige Harris, please," Liam begged.
