New Life

Yelling and Shrieking

Kyara had been missing from the public eye for 11 days, and Emma and Jaden were starting to panic. They started rallying people to look for her in nearly every major city. Greg and Jeff had gathered a few other body guards and had head off to the US to look for her. All of the One Direction boys searched social media for any blurry photographs posted by fans or just by random pedestrians who recognized her.

No one had any luck at all. But no one was exactly giving up either. If anything, they were trying harder than the day she had gone missing. Emma knew it would be hard to find the girl, but she never knew it would be this hard.

Kyara could using any given number of aliases, and no one would know the wiser. Emma wasn't even mad about her running out anymore. She was worried that Kyara wasn't eating, was making bad friends, self harming...

It was on the third day Kyara was missing that Emma started crying. She hadn't stopped since. The curly haired girl wouldn't even leave the house. Jaden of course had to take on the responsibility of taking care of the girl. Feeding her, making her sleep, making sure she showered every once in a while. You know, the basic human functions.

While this was all going on, Kyara was sitting in yet another hotel, with yet another bowl of stale chicken flavored ramen noodles, sighing yet again. After buying the essentials, Kyara decided it would probably be best if she bought only the cheapest things as to not raise suspicion from Zayn's credit company.

She wasn't an amateur when it came to disappearing off the face of the planet. First, Kyara had to learn how to not draw attention to herself. That's why she let her hair go back to its original color. Second, she had to learn to be constantly moving. Hence the 10 different crappy motels. Third, was to break off any and all contact with other people. Kyara hadn't even so much as looked at Twitter.

Her Tumblr followers were probably worried as hell now, seeing as how she always updated multiple times a day. She wouldn't be surprised if she had a few angry messages in her inbox when she got back...

When she got back...? Was she planning on going back at all? Sure, this was a pretty crappy existence, but... Was it better than the alternative?

Kyara shook her head, snapping herself out of those thoughts. She had to focus on right now, not the future.

Kyara had never been good at that.

The girl was startled (more like scared shitless) by her phone ringing on the bed beside her. After jumping up like her ass was on fire, she looked at the called I.D. on the device's screen.

Greg was calling her?! He hadn't even attempted contacting her this entire time, and now he was calling her. Kyara's attention was shifted from her phone to her motel door as the knob twisted.

She quietly stoop up, grabbing the lamp off the night stand. The knob twisted again and Kyara heard hushed voices outside.

Kyara raised the lamp over her head, preparing for some stranger to break into the room. She wasn't lettin' no pansy ass bitch steal her shit!

Something clicked on the door, and then a man was walking into the darkened room. Before the guy could even go to turn the light on, Kyara threw the lamp at his head, hitting him dead on.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KYARA, WHAT THE HELL?!" Greg clutched his head and turned the light on. It took her a few seconds to register what was going on.

"Greg!" And then Kyara was fussing over him like a mom would her child. "Are you hurt? Do you have a concussion? Are you gunna die?"

Greg swatted at her and grabbed her hands so he could look her in the eye. Kyara froze, the only movement she made was her chest rising and falling quickly with her breath.