Her Second Chance-a One Direction story

Chapter 37

A/N: HI EVERYBODYYYYY. How ya'll doing? (Haha I'm not from Texas...) I havent' been on in like a billion years...sorry to the two people who cared! School just started, and homework sucks. Simple as that. 

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*TIFFANYS POV*

I walked around the living room, dazed. Everything was trashed. Everything. 

"Tiffany!" I heard Cat wail from her room. I sprinted down the hall and wrenched open the door. 

"What? What's wrong?" I asked, panicked. I looked around to see Cat sitting in the middle of  a mountain of beauty products and crumpled up drawings.

"They trashed all my supplies! And my drawings.." She said indignantly. "And threw all my clothes everywhere, and flipped my desk over!" She pointed to the other side of the room, where it looked like a tornado had gone through. My stomach lurched. I walked from the room silently, numbly, walking to my own room. 

The door was shut, like usual. I put my hand on the knob but didn't turn it right away. Something didn't feel right. I could hear Cat crying over the phone, probably to Niall. I pushed aside my fears and threw open the door to my room, expecting the worst. The room was indeed a mess. Everything was touched and thrown over. Except the bed; the bed was made. And on the center lay a boquet of white roses; Rob's signature flower. The door slammed shut behind me and I whipped around. He stood there, his tall frame seeming more intimidating than ever. I gasped, preparing myself to scream. He put his finger up to his lips, and in his other hand he held a deadly looking switchblade.

He locked the door. I stood there paralyzed in complete fear, silent and unmoving. It seemed that we stood like this, staring each other down, for eternities. I contemplated screaming for Cat, but then thought better of it. He walked over to the small desk chair and flipped it upright once again, too swiftly for my eyes to catch. Pushing it towards me, he said something. I blinked a few times, not comprehending him. 

"I said, sit," he commanded quietly. I sat. He tied my hands behind my back with nylons, and just stood there, staring. Tears were flowing freely out of my eyes now, and he soon gagged me. Months and years and minutes later, Cat got anxious. 

"Tiffany!" she called from her room. I couldn't reply. Rob looked at me coldly, and put a finger to his lips once more. She grew impatient and came, pounding at the door, calling my name. Rob walked silently over and unlocked the door, creeping into the corner where he could hide. I called out as loud as I could but it was no use against the gag. It then played out in slow motion. 

She opened the door, rushed forward when she saw me. He grabbed her from behind. She kicked; he held tighter. Curse words spewed out of her mouth like water from a fountain. She struggled and fought.  Fought hard. He was stronger. He won. He tied her up and threw her down onto the ground. She was still screaming curses at him.

"Shut up!" he screamed, when she didn't, he brought his fist upon on the thing closest to him. Me.

"TIFFANY!' Cat screamed, sobbing. The blow hit me in the shoulder, and it hurt. Bad. He ungagged me, but all I could manage at the moment were swear words. 

"What are you going to do to us?!" I wailed after I regained my thoughts. 

"You?" he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm going to kill you," he whispered, his voice like knives scraping against rocks. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused me?" he said disgustedly.  He straightened again and looked at Cat like she was a piece of meat. Like he had once looked at me. "I don't really know what I'm going to do with this one..." he said, "I haven't had any fun with her," she whimpered and more tears spilled out of her eyes.

'Moments' started playing loudly in Cat's pocket. Her phone. Her phone! Niall was calling. I was sure of it. Rob looked startled, but soon recovered and grabbed inside her pocket, grabbing the phone. She screamed when he touched her, causing him to jerk her head backwards by the hair. 

"Shut up!" he half yelled. He turned and threw the phone at the wall, causing a loud smash. I stared at Cat, as if to ask, "Is he coming?" she nodded tightly, a gesture so small, if I hadn't been looking for it, I'd have missed it. Rob wasn't the smartest. He didn't realize he could've texted Niall, telling him not to come. To forget it, that they were fine. Thank god. 

Many agonizing minutes later of Rob teasing us, hitting us, and making us scream, the boys arrived at the front door, letting themselves in noisily. There were startled gasps from the living room, along with our names being called out. We couldn't answer. 

"Who's that?!" Rob asked, his cool facade fading. He stared at Cat intensly, since it was her phone that had rung. My heart raced. I drew in a breath, preparing to scream for the boys, waiting for them to rescue us. 

I screamed. It rang loudly through the halls. Rob had his switchblade out in a flash, something I'd forgotten about momentarily. I gasped. Footsteps ran through the hall, Rob positioned himself behind me, switchblade pressed up against my neck. I let out a whimper, though I didn't dare move. The door was locked, and shut, but not for long. There were shouts from the boys, but Cat was silent in fear. Her eyes locked with mine. We passed messages back and fourth silently, a connection we'd always shared as best friends. 

Harry was the first one in the door. He tensed against the wall, as did the others as soon as they saw the knife. I looked around at each of their faces. Niall had tears in his eyes, his gaze locked with Cat's. Harry looked as if he could rip Rob's head off, and I didn't doubt he would. No one spoke. It was a silent match between Harry and Rob. Staring each other down, Rob didn't notice Cat squirming her way towards us silently, as she was still on the floor. 

She kicked swiftly behind his legs, making him loose his balance, because she caught him off guard. He started to stumble, and someone ran at Rob and had him down in seconds. But it wasn't Harry who reached him, it was Zayn.