Jay-
I blushed at Liam when he opened the door. I was in my old plaid long sleeved shirt, only because it covered my collar bone.
I blushed deeper at that thought, remembering what I had done to my collar bone. And even deeper at the memory of screaming at Harry. I hadn't known it was him and I had had another flash back right then and there.
I looked away from Liam, too embarrassed to keep his gaze. He knew something was wrong, I just prayed the other boys wouldn't know. Harry promised he wouldn't tell.
"We have to go...." I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying. I hadn't had the nerve to look in a mirror after what is seen last time but Harry had assured me I looked fine.
Fine. I'm always fine.
Even if I'm not.
I jumped a little as Liam placed a hand on my shoulder. I felt his other under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. Our eyes locked an I tried to make my face blank, hard as stone.
"Nevermind me Liam. I'm fine."
He nodded, blinked and understood that, yes, I was fine.
Even though I wasn't.
He dropped his arms and grabbed two suitcases from the floor beside the door. He called over his shoulder,
"C'mon, mates, they're here, we gotta go!"
They all called back and I heard Louis swear softly. The sound of running feet reached my ears and Niall was grumbling under his breath about not finishing his cereal. I watched his ears turn slightly red as he realized I had heard him and he cleared his throat.
Louis smiled mischievously at the two of us before leaning down and grabbing two more suitcases.
Once we all had a bag in each hand, we were off down the stairs. Past the bakery. To the car, which was idling in a no parking zone, Harry behind the wheel. Paul sat in the passenger seat, rather disgruntled that Harry was driving.
We hurried to get in, bags on all of our laps and Paul handed each of us a security pass.
"Get your camera ready, Jay. Tour starts now." He said with a grin.
30minutes later-
In the Airport-
We went straight from security to a little side hall off the main gates.
"Where are we going?" I didn't like the enclosed space, the quick pace. Or the officer leading us. Police and such just don't sit well with me.
Probably where I'm from has something to do with it. We were constantly told to avoid anyone who could lock us up.
Or anyone who could help us.
Liam glanced back at me, surprised, "What do you mean?"
"I mean why aren't we going to a gate? I've only flown once, and what I remember is you get on out there!" I pointed to where we passed a hall leading to the gates.
Zayn chuckled, "Oh, Jay, we can't take regular air travel anymore. Last time we tried, they had to close half the airport."
"What do you mean?"
"Jay," Niall spoke up, "Look through the window up ahead."
Ahead of us in the hallway there was a large window showing the outside of the airport. I looked through it...
And almost froze in shock.
"H-How do they do that?!" I gasped, "How did t-they know?"
Harry laughed and Liam answered, "Our fans are better then MI-6. Of course they knew where we would be."
We reached the window and the officers allowed us to stop.
They boys waved and we could hear the screams from here. It's impossible to believe that I'd barely known who these lads were a few weeks ago...now I see their world from an odd angle.
An onlooker, there to observe.
I took four pictures in that quick moment standing by the window.
The first was of the millions of screaming fans.
The second was of all the boys, standing and waving with the light hitting across their smiling, almost proud faces. The love shone through their eyes.
The third was from behind them, their silhouettes outlined with the sun through the window, fans just visible with their brightly coloured signs.
The fourth is of Liam and Niall's hands. They were clasped together, clutching tightly. Many would say it was a gay gesture, but anyone with a plain mind could see how friendly it was. They were there for support, both of them needing something to hang onto just then.
The officer cleared his throat and we were off again.
At the end of the bleak grey hall, there was door. Beyond the door, was a crowd if people I'd met in passing. All I knew was that none of them thought I was a good idea.
I stood quietly while they went over safety procedures and how the next few days were going to run. Four body guards would be on the plane with the boys.
"Oh, and Jay should probably come in our plane." a tall woman said. She had on jeans and a blazer jacket. I think he said her name was Samantha, "She can go in the extra plane, with Jonathan."
"What? Why?" asked Niall, "I um we wanted her to take photos on the plane!"
"We are concerned that she will be preoccupied with other things if she goes with you. The rest of the band will be with you, but remember. She isn't a part of the band."
"Awe, cmon! We hired her!" complained Louis, "She's our 'family' photographer, supposed to be with us at all times!"
The rest of the boys opened their mouths to join in, but I raised a hand.
"It's fine, nevermind me, I'll be OK. Just promise me you'll stay focused." I did t want them to fight over this, it was just a plane ride. Plus, she was right. I hadn't been planning on taking pictures, I'd wanted to get to know the other members of the band. The drummer, guitarist and bass players. So, maybe this was for the better.
Zayn POV-
I didn't like the look on his face as he led Jay off. Jonathan was known for screwing things up or leaving things undone.
Usually it was his pants left undone, he was also known for the amount of girls seen leaving his hotel rooms, tears on their faces.
I hated him, but I held my tongue around him. I can't afford to make him angry, he holds more power than people think.
So, now I followed Liam onto the jet without a second glance.
Jays POV-
The jet looked like it was going to fall apart mid-flight.
Gosh, I wish Niall was at least coming with me, I might feel safer then.
But, the only other people were the pilot and this Jonathan man. He had long, strong fingers. A deep, plump mouth. Muscular legs. Shaped torso. He wore black trousers and a white polo shirt.
He looked just like....
Like the people my father sold me to.
We were riding with all the luggage and other cargo, such as cameras, makeup and a few specialized lights. The cockpit was separate from the cab of the plane, not even using the same door to get on. Jonathan explained quietly that it was a cargo plane, not usually meant for passengers but that two seats had been rigged inside.
A bunch of other executives hurried to another jet, slightly better looking than the one I was about to board, and got in. The pilot of our plane nodded to us and gestured for us to hurry aboard.
Jonathan quickly stepped up the few stairs but the sound of engines made me freeze. I looked up and saw the private jet that Niall and the others were in pass overhead.
Time to go.
I stepped through the hatch and took in my surroundings.
Something was off.
There were ropes and tape in one corner, a pile of stuff at the back.
The pile came up to surround a flat looking matted area.
And-
There was only one seat.
Jonathan sat on it with an expectant look.
I jumped as the door slammed shut behind me, locking me on the plane.
My eyes traveled to the pile of ropes, the expectant look.
And I understood.
It was happening again.
Zayn-
I couldn't shake the feeling of dread. Something was going on, Jay was in trouble. But we were in the air an there's nothing we could do.
As I debated telling the boys or not, I grabbed a Pepsi from the mini fridge.
Plopping down in between Harry and Josh, our drummer, on the couch, I tried to focus on their conversation.
I guess I zoned out, but I looked up at the sound of my name.
"Zayn, you don't look so good mate." Liam was saying.
I looked up and my eyes locked with Niall's. I could barely hold his gaze and sure enough he knew what was wrong.
He could tell.
Jay-
I had no choice but to sit on his lap as the plane took off. Otherwise I would have been thrown around like a doll.
My death wish wasn't that high.
Yet.
Ten minutes later-
I had gotten up once the plane started level and smoother going. Now I sat on the very edge of the mat, not looking at Jonathan.
But I knew he was there.
Right behind me.
Walking closer.
I had no time to react when he wrapped one arm around my chest, using the other hand to cuff our wrists together.
Struggling, I tried to bite him escape anyway I could.
"Please, NO! I cant, no more!" I pleaded.
He lifted me up an slammed me back down against the mat, all breath knocked out of me and my back made a small cracking sound.
He lied on top of me, grinding in hard.
"I'll do what I want, bitch." He whispered against my neck.
"Please, no.
No."
Zayn-
He flipped.
He paced the plane, yelling an crying.
He pleaded with us for there to be a way for him to get to her, for him to help her.
He flinched at all touch, no one could calm him down.
His muscles all showed as the tension in his body grew with his anger.
He thrashed and threw small glasses, shattering them.
In ernest, he punched the wall so hard we heard four separate cracks and blood trickled down his wrist.
But still- he didn't stop.
It took all of us to pin him to the couch, where he gave up.
And just
Sat
There
Crying
Her
Name.
"Jay...."
He fell asleep right after whispering,
"I'm so sorry, babe."
Jay-
One hour later-
"NO! Please, STOP!" I scratched his back, barely able to.
He just moaned and pushed harder.
"Ahhhh!" I cried, "PLEASE!!"
"SHUT UP!" he slapped my face.
He got faster and I couldn't help it, I came.
Yet I felt no pleasure a the energy ran through me, no sense of relief.
He came shortly after.
Then
Just
Left
Me
Lying
There
Bleeding....