Kat Malone, even though her parents are very good friends with one directions manager she has never meet or even talked to the guys of her dreams. But is her life really all that great as she makes it out to be? Is she hiding something that has left her broken and shattered inside? Will she ever get the courage to talk to someone and let the truth out?


17. Promises

When I wake up, I wake up in the same basement as before. I can still feel the sharp shooting pain in my right arm. I invesitigate the burning sensation. I now see, he shot me in the arm. After he shot the others he must have shot me and knocked me out, then brought me here. I am still grieving over the death of my friends though grieving wouldn't be the right word. I can't live with out them in my live, especially Niall. When he killed Niall he stole my heart. But I know that, for now, I have to stay strong. I count away the hours that I lay, cold and alone in the dark basement. -Jess' POV- I know that I will never get the boys back, so I promised myself that no matter what it took I would get Kat back and murder the heartless person that possibly could have done this. Later that I day I took a little visit to the house I spent the most amazing summer in, seeing if I could find any clues. I couldn't hold in my emotions, I pictured Niall laying lifeless in the kitchen and the others in the car. I imagined hearing the gun shots and screaming while I watched there faces as they tok their last breathes. I wondered into Kats room where, out of no where,  I ran into her mom. She sat there crying, I tried to comfort her but it was no use. Eventually I left the room remebering that I had come here for a reason. I never did find anything in the now abanded house, nothing but a lot of memories. I walked into Louis' room were I sat on his bed. I thought back to the last time he kissed me, knowing that I would never have that again. I started crying and drifted asleep laying in his bed. I dreamt, I dreamt about the boys and Kat. The scene of their murder replayed over and over in my dream. Even though I never really witnessed it I knew that this was how it happened. I woke up enraged with anger. As if some unseen presence was guiding me I got up and walked out the door. I went over to the car, looked under it, and found the gun. The gun that they were murdered with and the gun that I would use to get me revenge. I started on foot not knowing exactly were I was going, only knowing that I was going to find her and get my revenge. -Kats POV- I hoped that any minute the cops would come busting through the door and down the stair. Surely someone had to be looking for me. As more and more time passed the less likely it become that anyone was going to find me. The man would come down once a day, he would rape me and torture me. When I say he tortures me I mean that he cuts me with a knife, burns me with matches, even rips out chunks of my hair, anything you could imagine. I scream everytime. I scream until he stops, hoping someone would eventually hear me but knowing that no one ever would. I was losing hope. I would have the same dream everynight always the same. I starred at Niall laying lifeless on the floor. I scream as the others drag me away. I hear the other four gunshots and know that it is over. Blood ,I see blood everywhere as I sufficating in it.  and then I would wake up.

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