When Everything Falls Apart {BEING EDITED}

"Road to Recovery"

Harry's P●O●V

            "Guys we've got to go!" Harry yelled as he hustled the other boys out the door.

            "Where are we going?" Niall quizzed.

            "Paul's on his way- he knows where Janella is and we've got to get to her before something bad happens! Come on! Let's move!"

Without resisting, the boys continued their way out the door; meeting Paul, hopping into his Van and speeding to Cheshire. They had a trip ahead of them and they had to act fast!

            "Harry what's our plan? Paul what's our plan? Does anyone have a plan?"

Looking at Paul then returning back to Zayn, Harry began:

            "Okay. So here's what we'll do . . ."

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Janella's P●O●V

            "Let go! I'll give you anything! Just let me go free!"

The man loosened his grip on her then spun her around. "Anything?" he asked rather intriguingly.

Janella didn't think, but instead responded with a simple nod of the head and a gulp.

            "We'll discuss this upstairs." He hoarsely replied as he dragged her up to their room.

Once upstairs and in the small room, Janella sat down on a small chair- the man sitting across from her on the bed. She continued to eye him until he felt rather unbearable and uncomfortable with her deeds.

            "WHAT?!" he snipped at her.

            "I'm just trying to understand . . ."

            "Trying to understand what?" he asked a little concerned.

            "Why are you a kidnapper? You don't seem like the type to . . ."

Before she could finish, she watched as he looked down and then away. Expectantly, he answered her question.

            "My job is to take you."

            "An abduction."

            "Yes. . . and well, my boss asked me to."

            "Who's your boss?"

Looking up at her, he didn't answer. Instead, he got up from the bouncy bed, walked over to the dresser, and opened the drawer.

Janella was unsure of what he was doing, but she continued to follow his trail all the way down to his arms. Finally, his hands plucked up from the drawer and she heard a click.

She knew what he was holding but was afraid to admit it.

            "I'm sorry." Was all he said before the second click noise rang through the air.

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Paul's P●O●V

            "Guys, we're here." Paul announced as he parked the car. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small handgun and placed the ammunition in it.

            "Paul? What are you doing?" Zayn asked.

            "Um . . . that's not safe!" Liam shouted.