Trying To Escape. *COMPLETE*

Riley has lived a fairly normal life. Except she does boxing, kick boxing, and karate. So I guess you could say that she's pretty trained in self-defense. Now most people would think that unless you want to be a professional boxer her skills are pretty useless, well for her that's not the case. When she gets kidnapped by the one direction boys she's pretty thankful that she's been doing karate since she was 3, boxing since she was 4, and kick boxing since she was 6.


20. Dammit

Fuck. I am pregnant. I don't know how I got hold of the pregnancy tests. I just did. I had been in the bathroom- avoiding Zayn- and Curly. And I looked in the cupboard, and there they were. Sitting there in a cup. About a dozen of them. I took three- in case one of them was faulty. All had a little pink smiley face. I don't know how to break this to Liam- obviously the kid isn't his. He never had sex with me. Either Harry's or Niall's. Zayn's too late. What if it's both? Lou will make me have a DNA test to see if the kid is who's. Then I'll be stuck with that person. Not Liam. Either Harry or Niall- or both. Imagine if it were twins. Boys. Curly and Blondie Junior. I'm doomed. I'm fucking doomed.

"Hey, Riley you alright?" I shook my head- trying to stop the tears from overflowing- too late. Liam saw me sitting on the bathroom floor, holding the tests. He took a closer look at what I was holding. "No... Use another." He refused to believe I was pregnant. When all the tests had been used- all with small pink smiley faces- Liam slumped to the floor next to me. He cried out into my shoulder. Wait. I should be the one crying. Not him. "There's always abortion." I said- trying to calm him down. My voice was dead- emotionless. "No. Neither Harry nor Niall nor Lou will let you. Neither will Zayn. He would want to see it happen. Watch you scream in pain. It makes him feel superior- when someone is on the ground, and he's standing over them." Liam said. "Also, you can't just get rid of life. It's not right." We suddenly switched places- I was the one crying, into his shoulder. I was going to have a baby- whether I liked it or not. No abortion. No nothing. If I ever got away, I wouldn't ever be able to get married. Nobody wants a girl thats been raped. Nobody wants a girl thats already had a kid. Nobody wants a girl who had a kid when she was still in her teens.

Life of lonliness. Nothing to it. I don't want to live anymore. I want to die. I want to never have been born. I want to have never even been considered being born.

"Stop it. Stop hating yourself. Don't think moping will solve it. The only thing we can do is tell the others."

"But then I'll have to-"

"You already have to."

"You're already forcing me?"

"Duh. I'm against aborting. Prevents a child from living. Unfair."

I groaned, as he stood up. Liam lifted me up into his arms- bridal style. He carried me down stairs, and into the living room, where the other guys were. "What's the matter now?" Lou said, spying me sitting in Liam's arms. Liam plopped me down on the couch- next to Harry. He went over to Louis and whispered in his ear. "What did you say? She's pregnant? Who's? When?" Louis yelled. Caring brother- yelling that in a room, where the possible father is sitting on the same couch as me. "Either Harry or Niall." Liam said, dropping the idea of whispering. "Sweet! I'm a dad!" Yelled Niall.

"No, it's more likely mine." Curly argued. I sort of snapped just then. "WILL YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT THE KID AND ME AS IF I'M NOT HERE." I shouted.

"DNA test will figure things out. Never fails." Louis said, ignoring my outburst of yelling.

"Bet I'm the dad." Curly said.

"Nah. You got it all wrong, Hazza. I'm the dad." It was not Niall who had spoken, but Zayn.

"No. You the dad? You gotta be kidding me." Harry and Niall burst out laughing. Lou and Liam just continued talking. Then Liam came over to me, picked me up and carried me upstairs.

"Test tomorrow. Go to bed. I'll sleep on the floor by the door, to stop the other guys from coming in."


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