Diana

Eight - Trapped & Controlled

"But...something else happened before I came to London," I said.

At the Airport

Now, I'm going to London, somewhere far from all these things. I think this is my chance to change, also an opportunity to work out a solution. They believed me, I don't think I'll get any death threats or warnings from now. I'll be getting ready for the war, the war that I'll be fighting after my return.

The airport was crowded, with many groups of people. I tried to go past a group, but I failed. Two men grabbed my hand and took me aside. I was struggling to let go of their large hands over my arms. I couldn't recognize any of them, they were all strangers. I was still seized, couldn't even move a muscle, the two men were difficult to defeat. They started unpacking my luggage, do they want money? 

Suddenly one of them got up, he walked towards me, and both of us stood face-to-face. "What do y'all want?" I squealed. He didn't reply, he took a few steps forward and reached my pocket. As he took my phone, he sprinted towards the opposite side. I screamed on the top of my voice so that someone would come for my rescue, but no one showed up. They laughed at my failure. The man who took my phone away was not running anymore. He stood at a distance, still his back towards our side. Slowly, they let go of me, I ran to the man with my phone. "Take it," he turned around smiling as he handed over my phone. What was so funny? Then he proceeded to sprint in the same direction. When I looked out for the giant men, they disappeared. As I packed my luggage (again!), questions filled my mind: Who are they? What did he take my phone for? Why was he smiling?

Present

"Does Sam have anything to do with this?" Harry asked. "If he's behind this, I'm going to kick him as hard as I can," Zayn raised his voice. "Be ready then. Certainly, he was involved," I said. "What another story? You are carrying too much of sh*t stuff and, you're making us curious minute by minute. Spill everything!" Ryan spoke finally. "Not exactly a story but I figured out what they have done with my phone," I said. "Did they delete the proof?" she asked with her eyes wide open. "No," I replied.

I was waiting for more questions, but they didn't speak, so I continued, "For a few days everything seemed normal, which was a miracle. Gradually, all the things crept back to me. I started receiving depressing and stressful texts from the same person, Sam. He warned me that he has a track of all my steps and if I mislead he'll do something bad. From this, I figured out that they inserted some kind of a device on my phone. It can record everything that's displayed on the screen. They cant open any file, which is good 'cause the proof is in there. But if I try to do anything with the video, like sending it to someone else, they'll know."

"What!? They can't take away your privacy. Now, you have enough shreds of evidence of everything they have done. We will..." Liam said. I interrupted him by saying, "I'm restricted, I'm totally helpless."

"What do you mean? We'll help ya," Zayn said.

 "No, that's not possible. Remember the texts I received during your concert?" I turned towards my right facing, Louis and Liam. "Yes, I do, " Liam replied. "Yeah, his threats and warning texts were worse than getting killed because one of them involves my mother. The messages were warnings, if I do anything, my mom will be in danger. That's why I broke down into tears that day, because of my mistake I put her in risk. I can't lose my mom, for the things I have to pay for," I said with my lowest voice. "But Diana, you are losing yourself in this process," Niall said. "Exactly, I am tangled in knots which can never be untied," I told Niall.

"We'll help you, D. I don't know how or when, but the sh*t you are going through will be solved. We promise," Louis spoke after several minutes. 

"Those guys will pay for what they've done," Zayn said with confidence. "But guys do we have time? Her mom is in danger," Harry stated.

"Yes, I think so. Let's discuss it later," I replied to Harry.

"Are u sure?" Niall knitted his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes, Niall. Anyway, y'all have a concert tomorrow, I think we should get back home," I said trying to clear the confusion in the situation.

"The concert isn't tomorrow, it's today, the time is 12:40 am," Ryan corrected me.

"Anyway, why don't both of you come to our concert?" Harry asked. "Yeah, it will be fun," Niall added. "I'll text you about the time. Okay?" Louis asked.

"But guys, we don't have the tickets," I told them. Their faces were like what-the-heck.

"C'mon D, you didn't say that. We are friends now. You don't need tickets," Zayn said.

No, I still can't believe that I'm friends with these guys. Who could have expected such a thing to happen? I put this to myself and said, "Let's disperse then." "See y'all tomorrow, I mean today," Niall chuckled after the mistake. We burst out laughing, which was a great way to end this long night. As we walked out to the exit, new thoughts sprung up. Did I do the right thing by exposing them the truth? Will it turn out to be something good because these amazing people are helping me? My mother and I have been stuck in this trap for months. Am I pushing them into that trap?