Heartless (Zayn Malik Fan Fic)

Chapter Nine

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Abbey screams when she sees us both. I freeze. Abbey is tied up tight in a chair, ropes and staples, and her head is bleeding, bruised and battered. I see what Jake meant about having our friend in a tight space. I would love to go to help her, I would pray to be able to set her free, but in this warehouse, in the city, surrounded by drug dealers and criminals. I held fast to Zayn's hand. Zayn had lead me here, just after we had booked the motel, to d whatever he needed to. There was a person binding Abbey, tightening her ropes by the second, as she screaming out in pain. There was this horrible scab on her forehead which made me want to scream and throw up. Abbey tried to lurch forward when she took a closer look at us, but the binder held her close, with merciless strength.

' Abbey!' I cry, trying to reach out for her. Zayn holds me back from the toughies in the suits and hoodies. They look sinister and menacing. I leer back.

' Mr Malik, ' one of the men drawls, in a southern American accent. ' How good to see you. Your friend has been shouting for us all night, boy she can scream'

' To right I can!' Abbey shreiked, struggling against the ropes. I wanted to cry, it was horrible to see her in such danger. 

' Abbey-shut it, you don't know how dangerous they can be!' Zayn snaps. Abbey is quiet. Zayn nods at the man in the suit. ' It's been a while. Hand her over, no one will get hurt'

The man takes out a syringe with clear liquid inside. I peer at it closely. ' You don't wanna mess, do you know what we have here?'

Zayn is silent for a while. ' No' he finally says, his voice thick. The man smirks. 

' Liquid meth' he purrs, caressing the syringe with his sausage like fingers. ' You're dream. I believe you gave Jake the wrong sister, eh?'

I presume 'sister' is another word for drug. ' Yes' Zayn says, hanging his head.

' He wants revenge, if you wont give his money back. Oh boy, revenge and revenge after revenge... what more can you boys take?' says one in the shadows. He comes out of the dark, removes his hood, to reveal a handsome face, heavily boned, startlingly green eyes, and a sweep of chesnut hair. He had numerous scars on his face, one particularly deep one across his eyebrow, and down past his eye, revealing raw, bloody flesh. I recoiled a little.

' Shut it, Hunter' says the man in the suit.

' Leon, it's been a while. But, the past is the past, and I can't repay that kind of money' Zayn says, giving them all a middle finger. I scowled at him, as did Abbey. ' How did she get involved?' Zayn nods at Abbey.

' I heard she was a good friend of yours, and just to make you be a little more desperate to come here, we thought we'd take her hostage, blah blah blah' one of them says, in a sharp, heavy American accent. He is the one binding Abbey, and he does one huge tug, making Abbey breathless, and gasp for air. ' You knew where we'd be, didn't you?'

Hunter snorts. ' I think you know a little too much, Zaynie boy, and that gal of yours. Play time is over, bubz'  he whispers crudely, cocking a gun. I become numb with terror. Oh. My. God. The pillock has a gun. ' Bye, bye, you wont be remembered.'

The gun shot echoes through the warehouse, and thats when me and Zayn make a run for it. He runs us down the stairs, and then it hits me, as I hear Abbey yells.

' We can't leave Abbey!' I scream. Zayn nods quickly, and we both start up again through the stairs block. We come back to the room, that smells of rotting flesh, and tingling blood, Zayn flies around, knocking out most of them unconsious, whilst I unbound Abbey.