Don't Let Me Go...~ A Zayn fanfiction

Chapter 13 - Kidnapped

Chapter 13 - Kidnapped 

I could hear them.I could hear their loud husky voices constantly shouting that name. A name that was so familiar and comforting, but hearing it from these strange people sent chills down my spine. My father’s name.

 “And you’re positive that this is Jonathan’s daughter?”

“Yes, it has to be. Matt even made sure to check at their house. She’s currently living with her mom and some guy, I don’t know it could be her boyfriend.”

I mentally groaned at the idea them considering Harry my boyfriend, however I wasn’t entirely sure if it was caused by the excruciating throbbing in my head, clueless of what the people had done to me. I slowly opened my eyes, enough to be able to see what was going on. I knew better than to wake up and cause a commotion; I wanted to figure out certain things first. I moved my arms, and realized they were tied back behind the chair I was sitting on. The knot around my wrists was tied tight, but I had no choice but attempt to release my hands of the restrains.  

“Now what do we do with her?”

“I don’t know. I guess we just wait for Rick to get here.”

Rick?

I rubbed my wrists together and twisted my hands around in circles. The role was causing piercing pain against my skin and I was certain I’d probably have red marks from all this hassle. This was impossible but I had to get out somehow.

“Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you man!”

I could literally feel my heart coming to a standstill inside my chest and my stomach contorting into nervous knots, who is this Rick guy? I took a peek at my surroundings, ensuring my eyes weren’t completely exposing that I was conscious. From what I could make out, he had jet black hair, broad shoulders and he was extremely tall. He greeted the group of guys, and fiddled with a gun in his hand. Fuck. He turned his attention towards me, and stood there for a couple minutes, studying me. God it was creepy having someone watch you when you knew they were watching. He begin to take steps towards where I was seated, stopping just inches before me and knelling down. I could smell the lingering odours of alcohol from his heavy breathing, and the reek off his unwashed clothes. He gripped onto my chin, his stare making me feel disgusting.

“Yup, she even looks like him”, he started, “It’s got to be her. She’s a beaut this one, now I’m kind of curious to what that sex tape was all about.” He had a sneer smile on his face and stood back up slowly walking away towards the men. As I continued my attempts at releasing my wrists, I had managed to pull my hands out from the rope tied around them, although I had to wait for the perfect chance to think of a possible escape. I didn’t even know where I was supposed to run, plus if you think logically and not according to what you see in movies, there was a higher chance of me getting killed if I ran away. Contemplating over my choices, I came to a decision to at least try to get out of this imprisonment no matter what the end results lead me. I was surprised my feet weren’t tied up, that seemed like something logically a kidnapper would do if they didn’t want someone to escape. I looked around at my surroundings, trying to spot somewhere that’d lead me out of his filth hole, and just then I located a metal door in a dark corner of the room. I sneakily stood up from my chair, making sure not a make a single sound while regaining my balance from sitting too long. As my legs gained a bit strength and ability to move, I run towards my getaway. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my nerves as I think of reaching the door, however I feel myself being pulled back. I shrieked while someone yanked me by my hair, and dragged me back to the chair, throwing my body harshly down into the uncomfortable and rough wood causing the arm rest to jam into the side of my hip. I yelped in pain and lowered my head in agony.