Fragile *Complete*

When Alex set out to find her long lost brother, she never guessed he'd be famous. But can she get him to remember her, that tiny blank in his childhood memory? Or will his life prove too much of a distraction?


18. Free

Zayn's POV

I hated seeing Lou like that. I couldn't believe that she would leave the way she did. She'd missed Christmas, New Years, and her brother's 20 and 21 birthday! Did she not care? I could see it in Louis's eyes how much it hurt, even now. The only difference now was that he learned how to hide it. He'd had over a year of practice. A year without word. No letters, no texts, no calls, no tweets, a year of nothing. All of us had tried to move on, but shes was a part of the family. It was definitely hardest on Lou though, for obvious reasons. Alex was gone now, her name forbidden to say. She was a ghost of a memory. Nothing more.

Alex's POV

I don't know why I did it, what possessed me to. I don't know how I did it either. He left when he was finished with me, but I guess he didn't realize I had his cell phone.

I heard the door close and the key turn in the lock. I flipped open the phone and dialed the number for the police.They picked up on the first ring. "999, what seems to be the emergency?"

"I've been kiddnapped and locked in a basement," I whispered. I was trying my hardest not to cry, just thinking of everything. He had done it: he had broken me.

"Alright," the lady on the other side of the line seemed more alert, "do you know where you are?" 

"No, I don't. Sorry. Could you trace the call?"

"Yes, we will get right on that. Don't hang up, everything will be alright." I could hear her talking to people, and I assumed they began tracing the call. "Are you alright," she asked me.

"I'm okay, but please hurry," I pleaded. 

"Officers are on their way," she informed me. "Just stay on the line."

"Okay." I crawled under the stairs and sat there, waiting. The woman and I didn't exchange any words, we just sat there. It was nice really, just to know someone was there. 

After a while, I heard a knock on the front door and someone shouted, "Open up or we're coming in!" I heard footsteps running towards the door, but it was only one person, and I'd heard them everyday for quite some time. He opened the door and ran down the stairs. I quickly closed the phone and stuffed it into my pocket. He ran around to my side of the stairs, yanked me up by my hair, held a knife to my throat, and walked me up the stairs. I knew he would break out the knife again someday. I was surprised he hadn't done it sooner. 

He lead me out of the basement and into the house. The light burned. It was cliche, but I hadn't seen light in so long. My eyes quickly adjusted and we walked out to the driveway. My father was left-handed, so he held my hands behind my back with his right, and held the knife to my neck with his left. "Take one more step," he dared the police. I looked around. There were about three or four officers, each had their guns pointed at my father, and me I realized. 

"Sir," a man began, "put the knife down and release the girl."

"No," my father shouted. "She's mine!" I barely had time to register before I realized what happened. The man gave me a sorry look, then pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through my side, and lodged itself in my father's stomach. We toppled back together and I rolled out of his grasp and away from him, clutching my side. His head lolled to the right, his dead eyes staring at me. I stood up and quickly backed away. He was surrounded within seconds.

I tapped one of the men  on the shoulder and he turned to face me. "What's the date today?"

"February 3rd, Ma'am," he informed me. 

"What year?"

He gave me a confused look then responded, "2013." Oh. My. Gosh. I backed away, then took off running. "Come back," he shouted after me. I could hear his pursuing footsteps, but there was no one in the world who could catch me right now. I kept running until my legs grew tired and my side started to protest. I turned into a dead-end alleyway with a pair of dumpsters at the back. I walked up to the one on the left and tossed my father's cell phone in. It started to rain and the wind blew, so I crawled behind the dumpster, pushing myself into the far corner against the two sides of the alley. I curled into a ball and shivered, clutching my shredded clothes to my body, trying to find any warmth at all. I laid my head back and drifted into unconsciousness. 


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