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The rest of the week went a lot like that. Liam and Zayn made the other guys go with me on Tuesday and everyone was so scared of me be the end of the day; they didn't dare stand within 2 feet of me. I dropped the boys of at their photo shoot and drove home in silence. It was raining by the time I got home so I had to run inside and try not to get too wet. When I got to my floor and was walking to my door, I reached for my keys. Then I realized I'd left them in my car, I sighed and started in the other way when a familiar voice stopped me. "Hello, Lacey," the all too familiar voice said. I froze; Jack was behind me. I heard his footsteps get closer and my first instinct was to run. He grabbed me before I could get more than two feet and put a cloth over my mouth. I struggled to free my self, but he was too strong. The world started fading away.
*Louis' POV*
The photo shoot took forever! I can't wait to get to Lacey's apartment and see her. We all ran through the rain to the van and laughed as Zayn tripped and was locked out before Liam let him in. I laughed and Zayn shook his hair at me. We drove home anxiously, and I could tell Niall really just wanted to get back. When we finally go to her apartment, I looked around and shouted, "LACEY! Where are you?!" I ran through the apartment shouting at her. When I finished, the guys were in the kitchen and playing Fifa except Niall was on twitter. "Guys, have you seen Lacey? She's not here." Niall looked up from his phone and checked the window. "Her car is here," he said with his mouth full.
I ran through the apartment again, with the boys on my heels, looking in all the rooms. When we didn't find her, we sort of panicked. Especially Niall and I. Liam, Harry and Zayn looked around her floor while Niall and I look around the lobby and the main floor. We went up to the front desk and I asked, "Did Lacey Horan leave before we got here?" The man looked at us strangely. "No, she hasn't come down since before you went up." I nodded and said a quick thank you, before we ran off again. This time in the direction of the lift. We raced in and I stabbed at the button until the doors closed. I tried to catch my breath. "So she's somewhere up stairs but where?" Niall asked. When the doors opened, we ran out and ran straight into Liam and Zayn. They fell into Harry who was standing behind them as they tried to avoid running into us. We all fell on top of each other and got tangled up. After a minute, we all got untangled.
"She didn't go down stairs, did you guys find her?" They all shook their heads no as we stood up nervously. "Well then where can she be?!" Zayn shouted. We returned to her apartment and looked around again, but to no avail; she's no where to be found!
*Lacey's POV*
I woke in a nice, warm bed. But it wasn't my bed, everything felt new and like no one had slept in it. I sat up and looked around. It was dark and there was just one small window. A window too small to climb out. I got up, and when I stood, the ground was freezing cold. I looked down and noticed what I was wearing. I was wearing a tank top and short shorts. and no shoes. I shuddered at the thought of him changing me. I continued walking towards the window. When I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge. As I notice the door on the other side of the room, I run over and started banging on it and yelling, "Can you hear me?! Help! Let me out!" I stepped back when the door knob turned. "Yes, sweetheart," he said, entering the room slowly and locking the door behind him. I said, "No, let me go! Get away from me! Please! Go away!" I backed away from him. "Now, don't be like that," he said as he grabbed my arm. I shrieked, before he covered my mouth with him hand. "Shut up!" he spat at me as he threw me to the bed. I shrank back as he advanced towards me. I thought back to that day two years ago i dont have any friends to save me now. I started panicking and hyperventilating. Then I just blacked out. Fell into the nothingness. It was welcoming, knowing what he was going to do, and not being conscious to feel anything.
I woke up in the same bed, only this time I wasn't wearing anything. All my clothes were on the ground. I picked them up with shaking hands and put them on. I didn't try to get out this time. I didn't yell or bang on the door. I just sat there trying to think of anything but where I am and what was happening. My thoughts landed on my brother and his mates. They were probably worried sick. They said they'd be home about an hour after me. I got up and looked out the window. It looked to be about dawn. The sun was rising and the birds were flying around. I heard him yell, "Get up! I'm going to work! Don't do anything." I heard a door slam and watched him walk through the parking lot, to his car. After he left, I started thinking. He has the apartment next to mine! I started yelling and banging on the walls desperately, trying to wake the guys and get them over here. "GUYS! NIALL, LOUIS, ZAYN, HARRY, LIAM!! HELP!" I banged on the walls more and heard a shout from the other side of the wall. It was muffled but I could almost make out a, "Lacey?! Guys get in here!" I jumped up in happiness, but soon regretted it. My body was in pain from last night. I groan andeel a tear slip down my cheek at the thought.
A shout brought me out of my thoughts. "Lacey, is that you?" an Irish accent asked. I yelled back, "Yes, get me out of here! Please!" I yelled back quickly and heard a few different shouts of joy. I was talking to Niall and Louis while the rest of the guys called the police and broke me out of here. I was listening to Louis tell a joke when I stretched my arm. I heard a faint crack and my arm was filled with pain. I screamed out and clutched my arm gently to my chest. "Are you alright?!" Niall asked panicking. I felt tears sting my eyes.
"I'm fine," I replied through clenched teeth. "No, you're not!" Louis practically growled, "I'll kill him!" I jumped back at the ferocity in his voice. "Please just hurry." I pleaded softly not sure they could hear me as I sunk back against my pillow instead of the hard wall. "We'll get you out of there I promise!" Niall said. I nodded and laid back all the way. The pain was beginning to be too much. Suddenly, the door burst open. I shrank away from it, screaming. I noticed two forms, but by then I was too far gone to really care. As I drifted back into the darkness, I felt a pair of arms pick me up.
*Zayn POV*
Luckily, i was good with picking locks so Harry and I went next door to get Lacey. I'm going to kill that man! I quickly picked the lock and we burst into the room. I looked around and notice Lacey laying on the bed, holding her arm to her chest and her eyes closing. She's screaming as she passes out. I walked over to her and picked her up. I rushed out of the room while Harry closed and locked all the doors again. Liam got off the phone with the police and was getting Niall and Louis. I nodded to Liam and walked to the car. Harry unlocked it and I set Lacey in the back seat and buckled her in. I slid in beside her while Harry got in the drivers seat and the rest of the lads came running. They each slid into a seat silently and we were off to the hospital. We checked Lacey in and went to sit in the waiting room while they check her.
We were all quiet. I was pacing back and forth while Liam was texting Danielle. Louis and Harry were on twitter and Niall was just sitting there. Ten minutes later, a doctor came out and said, "Mr. Horan?" Niall jumped up and almost ran into the doctor. The rest of us followed. He took us to her room and she was sitting up with a sling on her arm. I asked her, "Are you alright?" she's as pale as a sheet. Niall and Harry walked to one side off the bed while Liam, Louis and I were on the other. She smiled weakly and nodded. I noticed that the doctor was gone. Louis asked her, gently, "What did he do to you?" I tensed not sure I wanted to know the answer. She looked down and frowned. We all stood there for a minute before Liam broke the silence. "It doesn't matter now, you're here and you're safe." She smiled gratefully at him.
*Lacey POV* I was so embarrassed, luckily the doctor said I'd damaged my vocal chords with all the yelling that I shouldn't speak for a few days. The lads started just chatting, telling me stories about touring. I had a question I really, really, really wanted to ask. I poked Niall a few times and he gave me a weird look. I made the motion for writing and he handed me a piece of paper. I wrote, do any of you lads have girlfriends? Niall looked at it and whispered in my ear Liam, Louis and Zayn do. The lads gave us weird looks, and I wrote Really? Who? Niall chuckled and Louis grabbed the paper, probably dying of curiosity. He smiled and laughed a little. "Danielle Peazer is Liam's, Eleanor Calder is mine and Perrie Edwards is Zayn's," he replied. The others chuckled and I reached for the paper from Louis, when I felt pain shoot from my stomach through my entire body, I collapsed onto the bed and the lads went into a panic. I moved my hands to hold my rib cage, where the pain was radiating from. I let out a ragged scream and the doctor came rushing in. A nurse followed and made the lads leave. The nurse did something beside me while the doctor tried to calm me down. I felt my body go limp and a pressure behind my eyes telling me to go to sleep. The last thing I think before I sleep is I'm sorry.