Unplanned {Harry Styles Fanfic}

Chapter 36

I know it's been a month guys! I'm so sorry! I'm going to try and get this thing finished so you aren't all waiting to see how it ends. If you are still reading this, go ahead and give it a vote at the end of the chapter or comment and let me know your thoughts so far. We are super close to the end! Enjoy this new chapter!

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*Laney POV*

My body was harshly thrown across the trunk and my head started to pound as it hit the side. The car finally pulled straight again but only for a minute before there was another sharp turn and I tumbled back the other way.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to brace myself for anymore corners. I tried to listen to the voices up front but the music was so loud it was causing the whole car to vibrate with every beat.

The tears began to fall as I felt completely hopeless. He got me. Chad got me and there was nothing I could do about it now. This was going to be it for me.

The extra vibrations that came from my pocket sent me into a frenzy as my heartrate increased along with my breathing. I totally forgot about my phone! I guess I just figured Chad would have taken it away before he put me in here.

I struggled to retreive the phone but finally held it tightly in my hands. Harry's picture flashed across my screen and I swiped my finger across to answer just as I realized we weren't moving anymore. The loud music had stopped, the engine was no longer going, and here I was holding my phone two inches away from my ear with a screaming Harry on the other end.

"Stay quiet, just listen." I whispered the words into the phone, hoping he would hear me. I didn't want to hang up, but I couldn't talk to him when there was a chance of them hearing me at any time. I didn't hang up but I quickly pushed the phone into my pocket as I heard voices outside the car. The phone was barely hidden as the trunk was lifted and the light caused me to blink my eyes rapidly a few times to adjust.

When my eyes had adjusted to the light I looked up and was shocked to see a new face. I couldn't keep my stupid most shut for two seconds so I blurted out "Where's Brooke and Jackson and Chad? Who are you?"

The once unreadable face now turning into an angry one. With a single grab and pull he had me out of the trunk, struggling to keep my balance. He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and stuffed it deep in my mouth. Besides the fact that it was halfway down my throat, the smell and taste of it was causing me to gag.

I tried to tell but it came out as muffled chaos while he tied a rope tightly around my wrists behind my back. The intoxicating taste in my mouth was beginning to make my eyes water. I felt a sudden sharp pain in my back as he pushed me forward. We made our way towards a dark alley.

I prayed and hoped Harry was still on the phone, but I really had no way of knowing. The sound of a squeaky door caused me to look up quickly. I could see a figure just a little ways away, holding a door open. As we neared the shadow my thoughts turned to the worse. Everything I wished I had said suddenly came rushing through my mind.

"Thanks Johnny. I'll take her from here." It took me a minute to recognize Jackson's voice as I was passed between the two guys. The new guy, Johnny, nodded his head and let out a small grunt, guy talk for no problem I assumed.

Just as I thought he was going to walk away while I was pushed to my death bed, the high pitched squeaky voice, that I was beginning to loathe more and more, could be heard coming from the doorway. My eyes just about came out of their sockets when she flew through the door and wrapped her hands around Johnny's neck, giving him the grossest kiss on the lips I had ever seen.

"I'll see you tonight baby" his rough voice loudly whispered in her ear.

"Can't wait" she giggled back before giving him another kiss and then untangling herself from him.

I didn't get to see him walk away because I was pushed through the door in to a completely pitch black building. The shoving and pushing led me deeper into who knows where.

A sudden tug of my arm stopped me. I heard and felt my shoulder as it dislocated. A mumbled scream left my lips and tears streaked my cheeks.

There was no sigh of Jackson stopping and coming to my aide. Instead he opened a door and continued pulling my now dislocated arm through the door. More screams and tears left my body from the pain.

The room was dark and silent for a minute. I tried to control the tears and my breathing. I could feel a panic attack coming on and with this rag in my mouth it wouldn't be easy to deal with it right now.

Lights began clicking on one by one, lining the outside walls of the rather large hallow room. A single chair sat in the center of the room. I felt like I was in one of those horror films. I looked around frantically for the source of the lights. Suddenly I heard a slow clap echoing throughout the room. My head turned to the far, still unlit corner.

"Let's give a round of applause to the bitch that thought she could get away from me." Chads face slowly can into view with the sickest grin coving his face.

Jackson snickered from behind me and the small amount of hope I once had, completely diminished from within me.

Chad continued his slow clap until he reached the old wooden chair in the center of the room. He waved his hand, motioning for me to come over.

"You look tired why don't you come take a seat....babe." The words sounded toxic coming from his mouth. I didn't make a single move towards him, but the sharp stab in my back caused me to fall forward. I was relieved when a hand grasped my still intact arm and pulled me to my feet.

Jackson dragged me to the chair and forcefully sat me down in it. When I looked up again, I noticed Brooke had came into the room carrying a jug. Chad stepped in front of me and put his face centimeters away from mine. The sound of something splashing could be heard around me but I didn't dare move around to look.

"Now I really don't want to have to go chasing after you again. I mean you have already made me come half way around the world looking for you, I don't want to go any further." He stepped away and reached into his pocket. He held up a shiny object just a few feet away from me. It wasn't until he flicked it on and off a few times that I realized it was a lighter.

My mind started racing with what his plan was. He was going to burn me he was going to make me suffer slowly and painfully until I died.

"I've got a little more. What do you want me to do with it?" Brooke held the jug up and I now noticed a ring of liquid about five feet away surrounding me.

"Throw it on her, we could always use it as a last resort." Chad motioned toward me and Brooke stepped closer before slowly pouring the liquid all over my clothes. The strong smell of gasoline hit my nostrils and my eyes began to burn.

Chad stood a foot away from me, clicking the lighter off and on. If he came any closer I knew I would go up in flames.

"What's this place called again Brooke? I want to know the place my....wife....died." Chad cocked his head to the side, still playing with the lighter.

"It doesn't really have a name now. It used to be an old French restaurant, La Boudoir or something like that."

Chad shook his head as he turned back to look at me. He brought the flame awfully close to my body and I held me breath as it jumped around. To my surprise he backed away and walked over to the others that we're standing on the outside of the gasoline circle.

"The fun part will come later on, but for now this will have to do." He leaned down slowly flicking the flame quickly over the wooden floor before backing away as the fire shot up surround me.