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.


15. Who are you?

Emma's P.O.V

"Emma wait!" I heard him on the other end, but it was too late. Dave pressed the call away and grinned at me. "You will never touch him." I spat at him. "Oh but that's where you're wrong, you see, you know your uncle? My brother? Merle? Yeah he's on his way there right now. It's not that hard to find a popstars adress. Lover boy will be here any minute and you will watch him die. You can't always get want you want you know. The police might find me, but I don't care. As long as you and everyone near you is dead, my job is done. I could spend the rest of my days in jail. I don't care." He stood up and walked out of the small door in the corner of the room, with a straight face. "NO! NO LET ME OUT!" I screamed. And pulled the ropes as hard as I could. They where like glue to my body. "No one can hear you!" He said before slamming the door behind him. I freaked out, not Niall. "DAVE YOU BITCH, LET ME OUT!" I screamed and continued trying to shake my bindings of. I felt the chair tilting backwards. "Whoa!" I let out a little scream before hitting the ground. Everything went black.

Something hit my cheek and my eyes shot up. I felt a liquid drop from my head. The smell of blood hit my nose. It streamed down my forehead. I glared at Dave. "What did you do?" I said. "What did I do? You did it yourself, pure stupidity." He lifted the chair up again and put it down on the cold floor. "Just sit still and you will be fine." He said and went out of the door again.

Niall's P.O.V

I spun around in the bed. The pillow was all wet from my tears. I pulled the covers over me and sighed. I couldn't talk to anyone. I was to heartbroken. I heard the door slam from downstairs. Was it mom and dad? But they shouldn't be home until the weekend. Maybe they came home early. "Mom?" I called. No response. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "Liam?" I called. It wouldn't really be weird if he came I guess. He knew I was feeling down. Plus he had the key so he would easily come inside. But the person didn't answer. I got suspicious, who could it be? I wiped the tears from my cheeks away and stood up. I walked over to the door and opened it. The hall was empty. Hmm... that's weird. I swore I heard something. I walked out in the hallway and went towards the stairs. I felt a presence behind me. I quickly turned around and saw a man. He had brown short hair and a little stubble on his chin. He was quite fit. He held a candlestick in his hand. "Who are you?" I asked and took a step back. "Oh, no one" He was only a few feet from me. Suddently he took some quick steps forwards, towards me. I was frozen. He pulled the candlestick up and hit me in the head. I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. Something black was pulled over my face. I felt a sharp pain in the side of my head and I drifted away.

I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was black. I sat on something hard, my bum was in pain. But the pain in my head was even worse. I could feel the blood in my head streaming down my cheek. My surroundings bumped. I was in a car. I closed my eyes. I just wanted to go back to sleep. The car stopped. I heard a cardoor open and close. I listened as hard as I could. I jumped a litte when I heard a cardoor a few feet from me open. My hood was pulled of and the light from outside dazzled me. I saw a figure in the door. A man. I remembered what had happened before. The man with the brown hair. Was this him? It had to be. My eyes adapted themselves and I saw I was in the back of a van. "Who are you?" I asked again and looked at the man. I grinned evilly at me. "You will see, soon." He took up a piece of duct tape he had in his pocket and came closer to me. I tried hitting him but my hands were bound behind my back. As my feet. I turned my head around, away from the man. He grabbed my chin in a firm grip and turned my head around. I took all the power I had left to try and shake my bindings of, in vain. He placed the duct tape over my mouth and picked me up. He wasn't that tall, but really strong. He threw me over his shoulder and walked down a small alleyway. I tried kicking him, but I couldn't. He had me tied up good. I tried screaming but all that came out was a pathetic litte sound. I walked down a little staircase and opened the door. He walked inside the little room, like a basement. He walked down another staircase and opened the door. I heard another mans voice behind me. "Finally, you're here."

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