Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Niall: The Escaped Convict

Niall: The Escaped Convict

 

"It all started a month and a week ago, I won a game against an old friend and I had gone to his house to get the money he owed me. This bet happened two weeks before the accident. We were at, let's say, a club, and of course wewere playing poker, and as always, we played with real money and I never have luck. But this time, this time I finally got the big straight flush, with clubs, and I put in all my money I had, which, at the time, was a lot. And unfortunately, all the guys, except one, could meet my bid, thinking that even though I put all my money in, they still had some pretty good cards up their sleeves, which they did, but mine was still better. So this guy puts in all that he has, which is half of what I put in, which was two hundred pounds. Anyway, I told the guy, 'You can pay me back another time.' And he said, 'What makes you think I got better cards than you?' This was the guy who always matched a bid, whether or not he lost, which most of the time he lost, because he was quickly losing the money he brought to play that night. I showed the gang my cards, and as usual, they all groan and I get the nine hundred pounds. I tell the guy 'I'll come over next week and get the money from you.' He starts to argue that it's all just a game and I say that I need this money, to bail my brother out of jail. I needed that hundred dollars, and I couldn't supply it myself.

"So the next week, I go over to his house, right? And I was suddenly getting desperate, if at the end of the month of May I didn't pay the bail fee, my brother was stuck in there until trial for the murder he was framed for. I knocked on this guy's door, and I know he's home, his car's in the driveway. When he doesn't answer at first, I'm thinking he's with a girl or something, you know what I mean?" I chuckled, but continued with my story, hoping I could persuade him well enough to let me stay.

"But it was the middle of the day, and he knew I was coming over, so he was ignoring me, and that pissed me off, I sure as hell was going to get that money I needed. I tried the door knob, and it was locked, he knew I was coming, the son of a bitch, so I broke the window on his door and unlocked the door. The alarms were going off, but all I wanted was my money. All I had intended to do was find the man and get the money, but he crept up behind me and scared me, so I fired two shots, one flew by his head and hit the wall, and the other hit his chest. I didn't mean to kill him, I swear! But I knew what this man was capable of, I knew he owned a shotgun, and I knew he would kill me for his money so I brought my own gun, that gun over there," I pointed to my black handgun with the silver handle, "because I knew from my father to carry that around. Our town isn't the best.

"Back to the story, I stole his money, more than I needed, but was caught by police at the house, then was put on trial to be found guilty, my defense arguing about the money the man I killed owed me, and how I only killed him in defense, but I was charged with theft and possession of a firearm."

"And that's how you got in jail?" The boy asked.

"That's how I got in jail," I confirmed.

"You still haven't told me about getting out."

"Right, well I kept a low profile in jail, I was quiet around the others only speaking to my brother. The only time attention was drawn to me was when I got a phone call from a friend who said he'd get me out, in two weeks. In these two weeks I spoke to no one, and I barely spoke to my brother, only telling him I would be getting out of jail, and I'd find the money to get him out."

"And you did? You got out?"

"I did. Today."

"Where'd you get your clothes? What happened to your jumpsuit?" The boy, whom I didn't know the name of, asked.

"Burned it," I stated. "Burned it so there was no traces of it anywhere. I hopped in the backseat of my friend's car and we looked for houses that looked like no one lived there. And that's when he found this one, and sorry for breaking in, mate, but do you think I could stay undercover here? I have no idea when the cops are gonna find that I'm gone, but I got outside so well, none of the other prisoners saw me leave, but I'm sure by night they'll find out." Realizing this made me much more desperate, and I couldn't stay with any of my buddies because they were afraid that if I was caught, they'd be caught also, but I wasn't mentioning that to this guy.