Styles' Girl

Chapter One ~ Did I Really Just Get Claimed Like I'm Some Toy

Chapter One ~ Did I Really Just Get Claimed Like I'm Some Toy

"Kathy," I turned around, placing the dirty rag on the table. "Can you lock up for me? My wife and kids are expecting me right about now." I gave a mere nod, turning back around and continued wiping down the circular table.

I sighed as I heard Mr. Ramos, also known as my boss, close the door behind him and started the engine of his car. I continued to wipe down the tables as I heard his car drive away, letting out another sigh.

I hated locking up, especially when it was at night or even close to night. I was a teenaged girl, eighteen years old, and older men or sometimes close to your age, like to claim teenaged girls like me. I don't really know why, all I know is that it could happen any time of the day. And, to make it worse, Chicago, Illinois (where I live), accepts it.
I untied my apron, hanging it up on the silver, rusted nail that was nailed into the wall. I pulled my gray sweater, grabbing my phone and charger. I turned on my phone, seeing that it was fully dead. I sighed for the fifth time it seemed like and headed out of the small Pizzeria and out into the cold, night air.

I started walking the short way home, tucking my phone in my back pocket and hung my pink charger around my neck. I was occasionally looking through the allies, seeing if I saw an old man and then, if I did, I would run home.

I froze as I heard the crunch of leaves behind me. Turning around slowly, I looked behind me. I was completely confused when I didn't see anyone, but as soon as I turned back around, there was a soft, muscular hand on my mouth.

I tried letting out a ear piercing scream, but it came out muffled because of the hand. I kicked and punched, but the my kidnapper didn't budge. After more failed attempts of escaping, I finally gave up and let the capturer hold me hostage in his grip.

"Finally, I thought you would have never stopped," the man's voice spoke up, sending chills running up and down my spine. His voice was laced with a strong British accent, and by the sound of his voice, I could tell he is a teenaged boy.

"Whatever," I muttered, but since his hand was still covering my mouth, it came out barely a whisper. I widened my eyes to the size of plates as I saw a damp rag. I shook my head ferociously as the rag covered my mouth, tears brimming my eyes.

"Come on, princess, breath in for me," the teenaged boy whispered in my ear. I found his voice extremely sexy until I found out who I was talking about and immediately shook the thought away.

As I continued to try and not breath, I felt dizziness taking over me. The teenaged boy gripped my butt, and feeling disgusted, I gasped, breathing in the toxic air. My eyes started to get heavier and heavier until the finally dropped, making me go into unconsciousness.

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My brown eyes slightly opened, and closing at first because of how light it was. I opened my eyes once again, looking around the place I was trapped in.

The gray room was just like a jail cell, nothing special really. I was tied up to a black chair with brown rope, a strip of duct tape across my mouth, and the only one in the room except for the rotting skeleton that was sitting straight up vertically from me.

My head took a sharp turn, looking at the door which was opening slowly. I gulped visibly, my palms becoming sweaty.

A girl, probably in her late twenties, strolled into the room, smiling sweetly at me. She had light blue eyes, blond hair and toned skin. Her outfit consisted of a plain black shirt that went off one shoulder, white ripped jeans, and black converse.
"The name is Perrie, Perrie Edwards," she greeted me with the same warm, welcoming smile she came in with. She bent down at me level, taking the gray tape off of my mouth slowly. Once she was done, she threw it in a black garbage pin, looking at me with her light blue eyes. "What's your name, girly?"