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Caught

I wanted so desperately to look out the window and figure out what was happening. I didn't care that I would be disobeying Zayn by doing that. That wasn't what was stopping me.

Curiosity killed the cat. I really didn't want to be the cat. And I certainly don't want curiosity to kill me.

Then the door opens. I want to think that it was Zayn but then I hear a different voice.

"It's still procedure. Especially with you." They say.

"Yeah, but what would I be trying to hide?" I hear someone else say. Zayn.

"Cut the crap. that doesn't work on me. You're a slippery one. We've grown to know that." the guy says.

"Alright, alright. You got your search now get out of my car." Zayn says.

"Why?" The man sneers. "If you aren't hiding anything than why do you want me to get out of it?"

"Because you smell like shit and I would rather me car smell like a fresh Hawaiian breeze."

"Nice try. I'm taking this out back. You can get it when we're done here." Then the door closes. The person that got in the car puts the key in the ignition. They start up the car and start driving.

'Dear God, I don't want to die. I don't know where I am. I really don't want to die. That would suck. Amen.' I think to myself and mean every word if it.

I feel the car stop. Then the door opens. Maybe I will live. I just have to keep willing it. Live, live, live.

"What the hell is this?" I hear a completely different person say. And they did not even sound happy.

"'s Malik's car. Making sure he ain't hidin' nothin'. Smart right boss?" Says the guy who was just in the car.

"No. Not smart Canetti. I didn't ask for his damn car." The guy they had called boss said.

Another voice comes as well. It was a gross voice that was all scratchy and loud. "Could hide a camera in the back though." They say. "I already got it hooked up. We could keep track if him."

"Smart. Very smart Killem. See Canetti? Take notes, this is a smart guy." Their boss says.

"Just toss it in the back." 'Killem' says.

"No don't toss it in the back. Don't toss it in the back. No.' I think. Suddenly something hard hits me right in the head.

"Shit." I say quietly but not quiet enough. Crap, please don't let them have heard me.

Then I hear a sound. Sound of a gun loading.

'God no! Not now! I don't want to die now!' I legit want to start crying right now.

The other door of the car opens and I stop breathing. But it wasn't enough.

"What the hell?"

"Who the hell are you?"

I lift my head and see two faces staring at me, guns in their hands.

Panicking, my genius self decides to say, "Hi."

The one sitting on the left pulls out his gun and points it at me. "Get out the car." They say. It was the Killem guy.

They get out of the car but keep their guns focused on me. I crawl out of the backseat and then into the front seat. Then I reluctantly slide out if the car completely. My first thought? God, these guys are huge. Except for one of them whom of which was wearing a brand new suit.

"Put your hands in the air." The other one that had seen me in the car says. It was the boss guy, he was also the guy who was wearing the suit.

I obey still not saying anything. I didn't have to say anything. I know my rights...my American rights. Crap, do those count here?