I'll Take Care of You

Chapter Eighteen

As the car flipped, my head slammed into the roof and I let out some muffled sound.

We'd litteraly just left the hotel like ten minutes ago and already there was some extreme problem. I'd turned to say something about turning left to Jason so that we could stop for the gas when I was blinded by headlights and then next thing you know my head is permently apart of the roof.

"Kaylie!" Someone screamed, and based on the accent I would guess that it was Zayn. My head was spinning and I was shocked and numb as the car continued to flip and we were set back on the wheels not so gently. The windows smashed and I should have reacted and bent down to cover my neck, but my head was still swimming and I tasted wax in the back of my throat. I felt sharps of it cut into my cheeks and some into my neck and screamed again.

The car was still moving, Jason was still driving, my brain registered that much. "Left!" I chocked out, gagging, because I knew that left was the gas station and that meant people. I looked in the mirror and my eyes widened as I saw that there were five Hummers all following us, all full of men.

Jason pulled into the station and I heard Harry screamed, "Bloody hell!"

We were heading straight for the gas box, and we were about to hit it going 115mph.

"Stop!" I heard Liam scream just as we connected and I was set on fire.

Zayn's POV:

Red orange and yellow.

They all filled my vision but I didn't close my eyes, not as the smoke chocked me, not as the heat threatened to kill me. I struggled unbuckling my seatbelt and pulled open the car door, only to be welcomed by more flames. I heard coughing and gagging and gasping behind me and I knew that the boys were smart enough to get themselves out. I struggled through the flames and I heard sounds behind made, not sure if they were from me or the boys or from the men outside.

I finnaly pulled out of the flames and fell to my knees on the pavement and threw up. I began to crawl, wanting to get away from the fire and smoke, but I was so slow. I felt hands on me and was pulled up to the face of a man, but his face wasn't cruel, it was worried and scared. "Are you alright? Holy shit, God please, tell me he's alright!"

I tried to tell him that I was alright, but it came out like, "I'm-kuhhkuhh-al-kuhhh."

The man's face didn't relax.

"The rest of them!" He screamed. "Where are-"

"Shut up David! It's not your job to command my men!" I turned to the owned of the voice to see Devern, his face stern but clearly stressed. "We have to-"

"DROP IT!" The man I guess was David screamed, "Do you want to go to jail?"

"They said we wouldnlt!"

"They're lying, Devern! Get them out!"

The man dropped me and I fell to my knees again, this time unable to get back up, and threw up again. I looked around to see Niall throwing up a few feet away, Harry unconsious on the ground, Liam standing up but swaying, and Louis gagging next to Harry. Jason was standing strong in front of the men, his face emotionless. "Somone tell me what the hell is going on?!" He screamed.

Daivid responded, "It's not real! It's-"

"Live," Derven snapped at him. "We're live!"

"We're screwed if we don't get all these kids out alive you bastard!"

I was able to get to my knees now and I looked around for her but saw nothing.

Jason's face lit up and I knew that he knew something that I didn't and something that he wasn't supposed to. He exploded, "YOU BASTARD!" He screamed at Derven. ""You sick, cruel, horrible, no ass life bastard! You're sick!"

What was he talking about??

Derven looked frantic. "They're all here! They're okay! It's o-"

"Kaylie," I chocked out, couching and grew to my feet, swaying as if I was drunk. "Kay-"

"Kaylie!" Jason screamed. "Kaylie? She's..Kaylie!" He turned to Derven, "You go get her the fuck out there right now!"

"She's already dead!" He screamed. "She has to be."

"I don't care! It's your fucking money and your fucking mess!"

David was crying. "Guys...we're screwed."

"Hell and Heaven both dammit you go get my sister the fuck out of that fire right the hell now!"

I could stand now, I could see, and I understood one thing: Kaylie was in that fire.

So I did the resonable thing. I ran straight into it.

Kaylie's POV:

I sat in the car, unable to get out, unable to move, unable to breathe. The heat overwhelmed me, killing me, killing me, killing me.

I tried to breathe but there was no air and my brain wasn't working right at all. All I could register was the smoke, I didn't feel the leather seat underneath me or the glass in my flesh, I just didn't notice it.  It wasn't right.

I felt my eyes getting glassy and I felt kind of like I was flying.

Then I was moving, flying away, up up up, forward, forward, away from the smoke and the leather and I didn't like it.

I thrashed. Where the energy came from I don't know, but I thrashed.

I heard, "Godammit Kaylie we're trying to help you!" The voice. The voice belonged to himand I thrashed more, unable to stop now.

"Shut up! Kaylie, it's okay. It's okay. Stop moving." I couldnt' see but this was Jason. Jason wouldnt hurt me. That I knew.

I stopped moving.

"Get him in the car now!"

Jason? No! Jason had to stay!

"Kaylie, I'm staying," Jason said, and it was like he was reading my mind. "They're talking about Zayn. He pulled you out. You're okay."

Zayn? Zayn!

I tried to call his name, fear running through my blood but couldn't make sounds.

"Get the oxygen!"