Fingerprints

Sixteen- POV Johanna

I lifted my head up slowly. My head had been drooped down, my chin on my chest the whole day because I was completely incapable of holding it up myself. The drugs they had given me hours before were starting to wear off. Although it had only been a few days, so I thought, I was already starting to notice that I was getting a little skinnier. I sat up, and looked around the room. Harry's tee shirt was still on me; and my black leggings were untouched. I let out a huge sigh when I realized I hadn't been violated during my time here. I still didn't know who the men that took me were, or what they wanted from me. Why hasn't anyone found me yet? I thought. Just then, the old door in the corner of the room opened wide, and three men walked in. My heart sank so far down, and tears welled up in my eyes. They weren't carrying anything with them, like they usually were. I was used to them walking in with a small bag of drugs.        

        "What?" I asked them, "What are you doing with me? Please." My breathing was ragged because I was so scared. "Please," I repeated. No one answered my question, but a smirk creeped on one of their faces as they all stood in front of me. Out of no where, one of them lurched forward at me, pinning my hands to the mattress, as if one of them wasn't already restrained anyway. 

        "Get off me!" I screamed. He was way too strong for me to push away. I began sobbing, turning my head as far to the left as possible, to keep his mouth off mine. As soon as he snaked his hands down to my waistband, his phone rang.

        "God fucking-" he said, cutting himself off, and standing up, "Hello?" English? All I heard on the other line was frantic screaming, and the word 'move' over and over again. He hung up the phone dramatically, and looked at the other two men. My teary eyes shifted quickly between all of them, waiting for them to say something.

        "What is it?" One of them asked.

        "He's onto us. He's on his way. For her." He said, broken up.

        "Who is?" I looked at the man who got the call for the answer.

        "Devontae. He's on his way we have to move!"

        "Who the fuck is Devontae?"

        "Diesel. Let's fucking get her and go," He said. My eyes widened. Eighth and L's other singer, Diesel? D and Harry? They found me. I thought. They were really coming. My joyous thoughts came to an end when one of them lunged at me once again. He unlocked my handcuff, and threw my over his shoulder, as I let out a shriek. I couldn't see where the man who was carrying me was headed, but we went through several doorways, until we reached a garage. They shoved me inside a black car, which I realized was the same car I was in before.

        "Drive!" One said to the driver when everyone was inside. As soon as the thought crossed my mind to jump out of the car, the man in the back seat with me forcefully grabbed my hands while the man in the front zip-tied them. 

        "Don't even think about it," he said from the front seat as we sped out of the garage and into the busy city streets.