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


1. Really, Truly Gone

* Liam's POV

     Alli had been stolen. I couldn't think. I was so confused, all I remember doing was screaming at Mike to stop. Stop torchering her. I snapped out of my trance to Niall untieing my legs. We all knew not to go after Alli. Mike would just hurt her.

     After we were all untied, we huddled around the phone. I grabbed it and punched in the numbers. I waited while it rang.

     "Hello, 911 what is your emergency?"

     "I need to report an abduction," I told the story of Mike and torchering Alli, then taking her. I also had to explain about the break in and the note at the hospital. by the time I was finished, the police had come.

     I had to retell the whole story from the begining. And by begining, I mean from when we first met Alli. The cop went around and asked the other guys the same question. All of our stories were the same. I was getting really impatient.

     "What did Mike look like, what was he wearing, and were there any distinguishing features?" the officer asked.

     "Bald, red beard, grey eyes, yellow teeth, he was really tan with a lot of freckles. He had a black fitted tee with dark wash jeans and brown tennis shoes. he had a small scar on his chin and his right hand had what looked like burn marks," I described the best I could. I wanted to be out looking for Alli.

     The officer thanked me and moved on to the other guys but they just repeated what I had said. We went on to explain what Alli looked like, show the officer a photo of her, tell them what she was wearing. I mentioned the scars on her arms, neck and shoulder and the cut on her shoulder from tonight.

     I felt that, overall, we had all of the information they were looking for. The news showed up and started asking questions. Then, neighbors showed up, poking around. The police set up the crime scene tape, keeping everyone away.

     A tall, gangly officer came over and shook each of our hands. "My name is Fred Kernwall, and I'm going to be leading this investigation. I have all of your statements here, quite a lot of information. This should help a bunch. I would like the okay from you to hold a press conference tomorrow. We need to get the word out quickly. We already have all airports, bus stations, train stations, and harbors aware of Mike. I asure you he won't be able to get out of London."

     We all nodded and he smiled, walking away. I turned to face the guys and we all had looks of sorrow in our faces. Then it hit me. Alli was really, truly gone. After that I just broke down.

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