Taken

Taken-2

Previously-

We get in the car and finally leave for the party. I was almost positive it was for Zayn Malik to take in a new female slave or 2. It's not legal and not right. The government knows but they just don't care anymore. I'm just hoping I won't get picked because I find my life just fine. So, as we drive to this 'party' just one question stays in my mind, who will get taken from their family tonight?

Becca's POV

As we sit in the car, we're all quiet. I know the one question on everyone's mind because it has been on mine since we got the invite. Will I be going home safely tonight? We sit in silence for just a little bit longer before my dad speaks up.

"Now listen guys, we all know why he's having this party so here's somethings to remember. One, stay away from Malik. He's on the lookout for any girl he can see and will ask any male if a female accompanied him. Two, don't break things because we don't have the money to pay for it. Three, don't ruin these clothes because we can use them again or we could take them back. And please look out for each other." He said.

Like I said before we all had that one thought on our mind. So, my goal for tonight is to stay out of sight.

We arrive at the party after being in the car for a half hour. As we walk in my breath is taken away. Everything is very clean and elegant. A wide-open room like the ball room in Cinderella. All of the decorations are a shimmery gold. I look up and see at least ten chandeliers. I glance to the floor and see my reflection in the marble floors. There are staircases on each side of the room that meet up at the top. Lower ceilings on the sides of the room and a high ceiling right in the middle. The room is filled with people already and I start to get nervous. All of the girls here are so pretty. Some girls are dressed in gold, other in black. I don't see another girl in mint blue. all the men won't stop staring. I follow my father and brother to sit down at a table. We sat there for a little while before I saw him. I saw Zayn Malik, at the top of the stairs getting ready to speak to all of us down here. He cleared his throat and began speaking.

"Hello everyone! Welcome to my party. Tonight, is gonna be a fun time of eating and dancing. If I could please ask for everyone to take a seat, the food will be served shortly. Thank you all and have a nice night." he says as he concludes his "speech".

He left the top of the stairs and came down to eat. He sits at his own table on a raised platform with a few of his friends. Three of the boys have brown hair and one of them has blonde hair with brown roots. They're all wearing their hair differently along with different formal wear.

After we were all finished eating the rest of the night contained dancing and socializing. Both of which I was extremely horrible at. They played old music like Party in the USA and Steal my Girl. Since slavery started back up not many new songs have been made since people live in a constant fear.

I sat there at the table for a little before I realized I have been holding in my pee for a very long time. So, I get up and go look for the bathroom. Since this place is so big it took me quite a while to find it. I noticed where the drinks are set up and tons of fancy art work on the walls during my journey. When I was done, I decide to go get a drink, so I would be content when I sit down.

I was walking to get my drink, day dreaming about if the day we are finally free will ever come. Living under these strict rules is not fun and never will be. I get knocked out of my daydream when I bump into something hard. I look up and almost poop my pants. Right in front of me is THE Zayn Malik and I bumped into him. I wasn't supposed to get his attention but now I have. This makes me more nervous than I have ever been. He looks at me and then smiles. That's a little relieving.

"I am so sorry! I should have been paying attention to where I was walking." I say to him explaining myself. He looks as if it was okay that i just ran into him.

"It is perfectly OK since you are so damn gorgeous. What's your name sweetheart?" He replies back.

At this point I am scared to death and can't answer him. I quickly mumble my name and run off. I look back to see if he is following me. He's just standing there was a look of accomplishment on his face. I run off to find my brother and father. I hide away with them for the rest of the night not bothering to tell them what happened. Although it would be in my best interest if I told them. The rest of the night carries on as it should, but I always feel a strong gaze watching me. It doesn't take much to know it is him. And so, for the rest of the night I worry how Zayn Malik has his eyes on me. Living in fear minute to minute the rest of the night. Knowing that I am going to be the next victim. Knowing that I am the next one going to get taken.

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2 chapters in one night!

-marissa