Emma is a 17 year old girl who just moved to London. She hates it there, no one is talking to her. Her mum always supports her, but her dad.... well he's not so supportive. Her dad have been abusing her and her mom for seven years now, they thaught moving to London would change things but it haven't changed at all. Her life is a big mess until one day she meets a certain celebrity.


13. Trapped

Emma's P.O.V

I was sitting on a bench in the park next to the London Eye and rested my head on my hand. I couldn't get Niall out of my mind. Then I saw him. He was standing about 50 ft away and had a scary smirk spread across his face. This wasn't a dream, this was real. I stared at him and then he... dissipeared. Suddently I felt something hard on my back. "Get up." He whispered in my ear. I stood up. "Walk, quickly, that way." I pushed me to the left. I walked as fast as I could. "Right." I turned and walked down a small alleyway. "Get in." He pushed me at a black van. I got in the backseat. The tears came. "You've always been so weak, you're such a slut. He slapped my face. "How can you stand yourself!?" I tried to keep the tears away. "You're pathetic." The last thing I remember was a sharp pain in the side of my head.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around me. I looked down at my body. I was tied to a chair, with thick ropes. No way I was never getting out of this. I had something that covered my mouth. Duct tape. I panicked, I hate beeing stuck. I tried to scream but only came with a little squeeze. The room was completely empty. No windows. Just me and a sad little door in the corner of the wall infront of me. The door shot up and there he stood, Dave. "Hi Emma." He sounded calm as he stood on his knees infront of me. I just stared at him. What would he do to me? The thaught of Niall popped up in my mind again. I missed him so much. I wanted to be in his arms and never leave. But he was gone. I was all alone with Dave. He tilted his head and patted my cheek. He grabbed the duct tape and pulled it of. I felt pain over and around my lips. "What are you going to do with me?" I asked and looked at his face. "What do you think?" "Are... are you going to kill me?" I managed to say. He started to laugh. "Well... Of course, in time. Not right now, I want to watch you suffer, drag it out." He picked up a knife from his pocket. "Funny this, it's the same knife that I used on your mom." My eyes grew wide. "What did you do to her?" I said, frightened. "I killed her of course." My heart fell. Mom? She couldn't be gone. "I cut her apart, peice by peice. Dumped the body in the lake." "You... you are crazy." "May be so, but you know what? I don't care. You'll soon be dead." He put the knife to my wrist, played with it across my skin. I was terrified. He cut into my arm. The pain, oh god the pain. I don't think I've ever felt pain like that. I felt every blooddrop fall on the floor. I screamed loudly. Dave put a hand on my mouth. "Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said and pointed the knife at my neck. "It's pretty slippery, watch so I don't accendently drop it." I swollowed and looked at the bloody knife in his hand. I nodded quickly. "Carl?" "Yes my dear?" He said and smiled. "Could... could I make a phonecall, before... you know..." "Oh you want to call lover boy? I saw him in the paper. Good looking lad. Fine, call him. But right after you are dead I'll go after him. You should tell him that." I said the number to him. He put it in and put the phone to my ear. After two signals he answered. "Hello?" his irish accent spoke from the other line. "Niall?" I sobbed. "Emma? Emma were are you?" "Niall... Niall you need to listen to me." He was quiet. "Niall, I'm with Dave." "What?" "Please..." I sobbed again. "...please Niall let me finish. I'm with Dave, he's gonna... he's gonna kill me." I heard him gasp. "Niall, I need you to get as far away as possible okay?" "Emma... whe.." "No Niall, he's coming after you aswell, I need you to be safe. That's why I left in the first place. Just get away okay? Please? For me?" I sobbed again. "Emma." "Yeah Niall?" "I love you." I heard him sob on the other end. A tear escaped my eye and went down my cheek. My voice cracked. "I love you too Niall."

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