Rescued

Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen

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53. Deadly

* Liam's POV

      It was a large, framed paper. The frame was gilded in gold and shined too look perfectly new. The paper itself was old and look like it would crumble at the slightest touch. I could barely make out the fading words, but when I did, I was very confused. What did they mean?

    The words had no meaning to me. I din't know how they related to Alli. They had seeminly no purpose. Or did they?

     I read them over and over. I think my mind was just a little out of it right now because I couldn't think straight.

     "Alli, what's that got to do with anything?" I shook her shoulders gently.

      She just stood there. Her eyes stared back at me blankly, but they didn't see me. I din't want to hurt her, I really didn't, but I had to get her back. I shook her a little harder.

     "ALLI!" I raised my voice.

     She shook slightly, her body trembling. She gave a shudder and blinked her eyes. She seemed confused.

     "What happened?" she whispered.

     "She's in shock," Niall said.

     I saw tears on the Irish boy's face. He was very close to Alli. I understood the pain he was in. Everyone was in. Alli was like our rock. She kept us grounded.

     "You saw that," I stated, pointing at the picture frame.

     She turned around slowly, mechanically. A gasp escaped her mouth and she turned back towards me. I could see the hurt and the fear in her eyes. It killed me inside.

     "Alli, what is it?" I asked sternly.

     "It's- I can't- It's just- that's-" She choked on her own words.

     I knew in my heart that I might never understand exactly what happened, but I wanted to try.

     "Alli spit it out," I said tenderly, rubbing small circles on her back.

     "It was in my dream," She whispered, her face scrunched in agony.

     "What do you mean?" I was so confused.

     "It was whispered to me in my dream," Her words tumbled out.

     She explained her dream to us. Every second of it. It was heartwrenching. I couldn't explain how I felt when she told me, there were no words to describe it. My heart broke for her.

     The poor girl had been through so much and it just didn't end. It never stopped and I had a feeling It never would.

* Allison's POV

     I had to explain the whole thing to them. Every second, word for word. Every word I spoke, a little piece of me died inside. My world was falling apart. I was ruining everything. It was all my fault.

     When I finished, I didn't cry. I think I was going mental. I was litterally going insane. A little bit of me was eaten away every day. What's going to happen when it's all gone?

     I took a glance at the paper again, reading the dreaded words that seemed cursed. Such simple words. Who knew they could hold such harm inside of them. They looked harmless. Just twenty four harmless words, but when put together, deadly.

"Nothing's perfect,

Something's wrong.

When you discover it,

it'll be in song.

Solve this riddle,

you may succeed.

Fail while trying,

there's no need"

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