Escaped

Chapter 25

Escaped: Chapter 25

A/N: Sorry this chapter sucks, guys.

My sleep was disturbed that night by a loud crashing noise coming from outside the cabin.

I lifted my head and looked around the room.

Perrie was still asleep.

Eleanor hadn't come to bed that night and I could only guess that she was in Louis' room.

Again, the crashing noise sounded.

I slipped out of my bed and pulled aside the curtain just a little.

It was too dark to see anything outside.

I usually slept in nothing but my panties so I grabbed a shirt out of the laundry basket that was next to my bed. I never finished folding everyone's clothes earlier and ended up leaving them there.

I hadn't realized, at the time, that it was Liam's shirt I was wearing.

I tiptoed out of my bedroom and saw Liam standing in the hallway in nothing but gray sweatpants.

He looked at me.

"Did you hear that?"

I nodded.

"Is anyone else awake?" I asked.

The door off to his left opened and Zayn stepped out.

"I am," he said.

"Hold on," Liam slipped back into his room.

With the door open I could see that he reached between his mattress and the spring box and removed a pistol.

The three of us crept down the stairs.

Liam peaked out the kitchen window.

"Wait here," he told me. "Keep an eye on her," he instructed Zayn.

And then he quietly went out the front door.

"Is everything okay?" I asked Zayn.

"It'll be fine," he said, doing his best to give me a smile. But I saw the concern in his eyes.

I heard the crash sound again but this time it was accompanied by a cry of pain.

Liam.

Zayn cursed.

He reached under the sink and pulled out a Glock.

Wow, they were prepared, huh?

He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"Stay here," he said sternly.

I nodded, terrified, and he ran out the door after Liam.

I waited for a minute but nothing happened. I strained to listen. I didn't hear a sound until...

The back door. Someone kicked it in.

"Shit!" I whispered. I quickly looked under the sink for another gun. Nothing.

So I grabbed the closest thing to me: a skillet.

I looked back towards the door and I saw the silhouette of a man that I didn't recognize.

I was about to cry out when I felt an arm wrap around me and a hand cover my mouth. I dropped the frying pan.

Just my luck, it landed on my assailant's foot.

He yelled in pain and his hand slipped from my mouth for a second.

I screamed. "Zayn!"

A sharp pain on the back of my head shut me up.

"Quiet, bitch!" I heard a voice hiss.

Then the first guy came forward and pressed something against my face.

"Liam!" I cried against the cloth.

I inhaled and smelled something sweet. My mind started going foggy.

My last conscious thought was that I was being kidnapped.

Again.