Hannah's POV
Michael stepped forward and grabbed Calum's arm and opened the living room door quickly and pushed both of us inside.
"Don't open this door for anything." He said and he slammed the door shut and I heard the lock click. I breathed out slowly and turned round to Calum.
"What's going to happen?" I asked Calum and he shook his head. He sat down on the arm of the sofa and tangled his hands through his hair.
"I really don't know, Hannah. This is... it's crazy. This kind of stuff shouldn't exist." He said and I walked over and sat beside him.
"But it does exist and it's happening right now." I said and he bit his lip and his head whirled towards the door as we heard a lot of banging and smashing of objects fom outside the door.
"We need to do something." I said and Calum shook his head.
"We can't. We will just lie low until it's safe." He said and I shook my head and got off the sofa and started to pace up and down the room.
"What the hell is going to happen to them?" I whispered as the noise outside the door got louder. Then, the noise stopped. Everything. The banging, thumping and smashing of certain objects.
"What is happening?" Calum said, walking towards the door and I followed him and I pressed my ear up agaisnt the door.
"I can't hear anything." I whispered and I glanced to Calum.
"Do you think they fought him off?" I said and Calum shrugged and I couldn't hear anything but our heavy breathing.
"No they didn't." Someone said from the corner of the room and we turned round to see Luke, or Michael's father, or whoever he was standing in the corner of the living room.
"Shit." Calum whispered and grabbed my wrist putting me behind him.
"Where is Michael and Ashton?" I said and Luke smirked and walked quickly towards us. Calum moved backwards until my back was up agaisnt the door. Luke grabbed Calum by the throat and threw him across the floor which made him bang his head against the coffee table.
He then turned to me placing his arms on the wall on either side of my head, blocking an escape route and looked down at me, smirking. He moved his hand towards me and moved some pieces of hair out of my face and then grabbed a handful of my hair.
I whimpered and he smiled.
"Michael certainly doesn't want anything to happen to you. He put up one hell of a fight." He said and I turned my face away from him, but he roughly pulled my hair, which made me face him again.
"Where is he?" I whispered, my voice shaking and he smiled and I shook my head.
"How can you do this? He is your son?" I asked and he took a tighter grip on my hair and he came closer to my face.
