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.


5. Proper introduction.

~Riley's P.O.V~

I stayed pretty strong after the 'incident' or whatever you want to call it. In all honesty though, talking to Anna made it harder to stay strong. Knowing that I left her hanging like that. Just telling her I had to go. No explanation, no nothing. I was telling the truth, when I said I didn't know where I was, because I don't.

Being strong is the easy part in all this, that's all I've ever done. Be strong for myself and other people. It's easy.

After I got off the phone the curly haired boy came in, his eyes filled with lust and anger. I'm pretty sure you can figure out what happened next.

I was alone now. With nothing but my thoughts to linger in the air, haunt me, watch me. Complete, utter, silence. No noise except the sound of my steady breathing, drifting through the air, piercing my eardrums. Silent, nothingness watching me, haunting me, waiting for me. I was scared. The silence was terrifying. I wanted to escape. I wanted to wake up. I wanted this to all be a dream. Escape the deafening silence that was enveloping my eardrums. Slowly withering away my mortal being. The silence that reminded me I wasn't alone. The silence that reminded me why I was here. The silence that was tearing me apart. Tearing me apart from the inside out. Haunting me. Watching me. Being me.

I sat alone for a few more minutes before the door burst open. Bring me back to reality. Tearing me away from the silence that once haunted me.

"Aye love, are you alright?" One asked.

My face was probably pale, my eyes empty, my facial expression blank, my body frail, looking like I would break at any given moment. I sat criss-cross in the middle of the bed. Staring. Staring at nothing in general. Just, staring. No movement, no words. Just my steady breathing, and silence.

"Are you ok? You look broken." Another said.

I am broken. I've been broken, for a while.

I jut looked at them and nodded. Not answering any of their questions. Just a simple nod. Enough to show I'm alive, but not enough to answer any of their questions.

"Well we all thought you deserved a proper introduction, so.. um.. yeah." Suspenders explained.

"This is Louis, Zayn, Harry, Liam, and I'm Niall." Blondie said.

"Ok." I whispered barely audible.

"Um.. are you hungry?" The one called Liam asked.

I sat there, contemplating on wether I should eat or not. After a few minutes I nodded my head, signaling that I was hungry.

"Ok, I'll be right back." Liam then left.

"Why" a simple question, intended for a simple answer.

"Because I needed you back." Louis replied.

Now I was confused. My thoughts whirling around. Spinning, Twisting, Winding, through that never ending pit. My brain.

"Who are you?" Another simple question, intended for another simple answer.

"You're brother." Barely audible but I could here it.

I could also see it. My world. My world crashing down before my eyes. Plummeting, burning, falling, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing to numb the pain. Nothing to make this all disappear. Nothing.

My emotions. The pain, the fear, the anger, the sadness, the happiness, the bitterness, the maddening feeling of not being able to choose. To be hit so hard with the unexplainable truth. The feeling of not knowing what to do, feel, or how to act. The feeling of reality.

So hey guys! I'm feeling pretty good about this chapter! Something different! But so um yeah tell me what you think! Do you like it or not? Do you want more like this or no?
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