Abduction [l.t. a.u.]

XII. mistake

Chapter 12:

Marabella

Louis and I are now on the road again, searching for another family to slaughter. We're just waiting on the call from Zayn that gives us the okay to settle down and pick a state. Up until this point, he hasn't been to the New England states to kill, so I figure that's our best bet.

"I think we should go to Maine," I speak up from the passenger seat.

"No, absolutely not."

"But why not? You haven't been there before so-" Louis cut me off.

"Which is exactly why they would expect it," Louis snapped at me. "So just drop the subject. I pick the state and you keep your mouth shut. Unless, of course, you'd like for me to stick you back into the room and treat you like we did Emma. Would you like that?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry," I mumble and look down at my hands.

"Don't you remember the first rule? Don't call me sir; call me Louis."

"Right," I say and remain quiet. Due to him recently screaming at me, my mind wondered back to a little over a month ago when Louis first kidnapped me.

I thought about how I planned on getting out back then. I wanted to gain his trust and then leave at the first chance I got. As of right now, I do believe that I could follow through with that plan if I wanted to. However, I don't want to. Despite the guilt I felt with Emma, I enjoy doing this with Louis. There's also the ultimatum he gave me about killing with him or him killing my family, but that is irrelevant to me. My family is irrelevant to me; they gave up on me, so I'm giving up on them.

Maybe Louis and I could actually make something out of this twisted, yet beautiful, situation. After kissing him last night, it feels weird being with him. We didn't actually have sex, we only made out on the couch, but I feel this sort of attachment to him and I don't know why. I told him I didn't want to do anything like that because I wasn't ready, and he seemed to accept that, which was very weird to me because he raped Emma, not to mention all of the victims before us, without a second thought. I've always said I wouldn't want to unless I loved the person, and of course I don't love Louis, but I feel like I could someday.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Louis' phone ringing. Neither of us moved to get it from the dash board, so it stopped ringing. No more than five seconds later, it rang again.

"Answer the phone," Louis snapped at me. I was almost afraid to touch it. A number I disnt't recognize flashed on the caller ID. "Who is it?"

"I don't know," I said before clicking the accept button. I didn't have time to get out a hello before the voice started speaking and I automatically knew it was Zayn.

"Louis, you screwed up big time. They're all onto you now. They have a trail that they're following and it is not looking good for you, buddy. You need to ditch the credit cards and drivers license. They know your aliases and you just need to know that you're screwed," He barely took a breath while spitting all of that out.

"I'm not Louis, but-"

"Marabella? Dear god tell me I did not call the wrong number," I could hear the panic in his voice as he spoke.

"Yes, Zayn, it's me," I glanced over at Louis in time to see him give me a questioning look. "Louis was driving and told me to answer the phone, I'll put you on speaker hang on."

"Right, so basically taking Marabella was a terrible decision on your part, Louis." Zayn said as soon as I had pressed the speaker button. He then proceeded to tell Louis the same thing he told me before. Louis slammed his hands on the steering wheel so hard he almost swerved off the road. I discreetly buckled my seatbelt and continued to listen in on their conversation.