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Chapter 22

hahaha r u ready (evil laugh)

"Thank you so much Antwerp! You have been an amazing crowd for me tonight, I love you!" I shouted, having just finished singing my last song. For the Belgium show we had chosen to sing Paris as the closing song, and the crowd had lapped it up. 

The last two weeks of tour had flown by, and tomorrow I would be back in the UK, with two rest days meaning I'd finally get to see Harry and Simon and everyone again. I couldn't wait, and I had been counting down the days until the UK leg of the tour. 

I headed back stage, waiting for Ross to take me back to Kyle, with each arena having a different layout it would take time for me to find my own way back. 

Usually he would be here waiting, but today he wasn't. Perhaps Kyle had him on a tight schedule. Before long, someone came running up to me. It wasn't Ross, so at first I didn't think it was meant for me. But then they said my name. 

"Hello? May I ask who you are?" I asked not able to see his face in the lighting. 

"Ross is off sick today, Kyle told me to come walk you back," the voice said, and I thought no more about it. 

"Oh right, cool okay," I said, shrugging my shoulders and following him down the corridor. This arena seemed to have a more complicated layout than the rest, because he was still leading me down a corridor, further away from the music from the stage and away from people working backstage. 

"Are you sure this is the right way?" I asked, tapping the guy in front of me. But instead of assuring me, he whipped his head around grabbing wrist and pulling something out of his pocket. 

"I have a gun, so shut up and follow me," he said in a low voice. 

"Please don't hurt me, please don't take me any-"

"I said shut up, or I will use this gun on you," he said again, and I had a feeling he wasn't afraid to use it. My survival instincts were now on and alert, so I did shut up and I did just follow him. 

We reached a fire exit, and he pushed open the doors, where I saw a black van waiting. This wasn't good, this didn't look good. 

The door rolled open and I could see two guys in the front seat, and a further two in the back half of the van. 

"Please don't do this, if you want money I can give you money, just please don't-"

"What did I just say? I said shut up, so shut up!" He said, louder this time, and grabbing me forcefully, pushing me into the van, where the two other men grabbed my arms and pulled me in. 

I had started crying now, my makeup that had been done to perfection by Hannah earlier was ruined. My hair had been pulled by these mysterious men, destroying the hard work Stevie had put into it a few hours prior. 

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, already knowing I was going to have bruises on my wrist when - if I was going to get out of here.

"Did he or did he not just tell you to shut up? He's not the only one with a gun, this is your last chance to shut the hell up," the new man said, but it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

I closed my eyes shut, praying I was going to get out of this alive. I was supposed to be going back to the UK tomorrow. I was supposed to be seeing Harry tomorrow, seeing Simon and Talia and Freya. 

I was supposed to be going home tomorrow, yet I was now in the back of someone's van, being driven away from everyone I knew.

I hoped that someone realised I was missing and that someone would be out here looking for me, but these people...these people knew what they were doing, almost as if they had been planning it for a long time, and that in itself was a scary thought.

"Patron nous sommes arrêtés!" I heard the guy from the front yell. 

From what I knew in basic French, I managed to pick up on the words boss and getting stopped. The van was getting stopped? That was a good sign, right? 

"Make one noise and I'll shoot your head off," the guy holding me warned, reaching a hand across my stomach and pulling me round to the wall of the van, unnoticeable if they pulled the door back. 

I heard it open, and I heard one guys voice. 

"Is there a problem?" 

"We need to check all cars coming away from the arena area, please step out of the van," the other voice said, and I recognised that voice. It was Mike! 

"I'm warning you, stay quiet or I'll shoot you, maybe in both legs so you'll never walk again," he whispered, and he sounded truly evil. Holding the gun against my leg now, he used his other hand to wrap around my neck, making it a lot harder for me to breathe properly. Things were looking worse and worse by the second. 

"I said, step out of the van!" The voice outside of the van said again, and finally the hooded man in the van left, leaving just me and the guy with the gun against my leg. 

The van dipped, and Mike climbed in, he was right there, if he would just turn around-

"Come any closer and I'll shoot her," the guy behind me said, and a tear rolled down my cheek, it was becoming a lot harder for me to breathe, and I was struggling for air now

"Woah there buddy, let her go and we can talk about this," I heard Mike say. I could hear sirens outside now, and this was turning into something a lot larger than we all assumed it to be.

"Put down the gun, so nobody get's hurt!" I heard Mike say, but not before I felt very lightheaded, not to mention I still couldn't breathe properly...my vision went dark, but not before I felt a burning sensation rip through me, and all I could see was a blinding white light. 

THIS IS A DOUBLE UPDATE. THIS IS PART ONE OF TWO!!!!! THERE IS ANOTHER CHAPTER COMING OUT A COUPLE HOURS AFTER THIS BECAUSE I KNOW IT IS ON THE SHORT SIDE! BUT I HAD TO LET Y'ALL WONDER I'M SORRY....

o h d e a r she deddddd

or is she 

who know

we love a cliffhanger in this house

(im joking i could never kill my baby off ive loved her for two years)