Love on the Run

Kendall was just a normal teenager going to a concert with her best friend. But when danger strikes and an unknown criminal arrives and starts shooting up the area, Kendall finds herself completely alone. Luckily, two brave boys are there to help her out, Zayn Malik and Harry Styles from One Direction. Kendall wasn't much of a fan, but the trio starts to bond while running from a killer. When both band members start to develop feelings for her along the way, Kendall finds herself trying to make the hardest decision of her life.

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7. Bring on the Pain

KENDALL'S POV

It's been exactly a day since McAllister last came for me. I have absolutely no sense of time in this hole, but I watch the sunrise and sunset. 

Thats all I got. 

I was pretty sure that it was morning. I don't know whether or not he really times when he comes to visit, but if he does, he should be arriving any moment now. 

I stood up from my corner and tried to brush off the dirt on my clothes. I was still wearing the same thing I wore on the day of the concert.

I was wearing a tight blue polo, dark skinny jeans with holes in them, and my dark brown wavy hair was pushed back at the front by a thin black headband.

I ran my fingers through my waves in an attempt to brush off the dirt pieces that got stuck in it from last nights sleep.

"Sleep."

I'm sure I looked like hell right about now, but maybe that would work to my advantage. Maybe it would change McAllister's decision to try to touch me. 

I have to say, I was definietly more afraid the last time. At least now I can try to convince myself that he won't hurt me. 

Suddenly, right on cue, McAllister slid down the slope. 

He turned to look at me, and immedietly started grinning. "Morning, Kendall." He said, licking his lips.

"Is it morning already?" I tilted my head and used attitude. 

His grin grew even larger so I could see his teeth, which were a combination of black and yellow... ew.

"Sassy. I like that." He replied. 

He must have stared at me for a couple minutes.

Finally I spoke. "What, no breakfast?" 

"I tried to feed you last time. But you refused it. So I figured that you were just one of those self-concious teenage girls who starve themselves to be skinny."

He started to gritt his teeth with anger. He took multiple slow steps toward me and once again, I backed up until the wall stopped me. 

"But let me tell you something, Kendall." he started. "I am not very fond of skinny girls. To me, they are just not..." he fetched for the correct word... "...desirable." 

I knew what was coming...

Oh no you don't, I thought.

I took my hand and slapped him hard accross his face, leaving a red mark on his left cheek.

He growled and turned to look at me. He was really angry now...

He aggressively wrapped his arms around my entire body like he did when he dragged me here. Except this time, he threw me across the space, right into the wall.

I hit the wall with a loud and hard thud, and waited as the side of my face was hit with searing pain. 

Please no more blood... I thought.

I didn't even have time to touch the wound, because McAllister came back over to me. 

He seized both my wrists and held them tight, almost cutting off my circuation. I tried to break free, but his strength overpowered me.

I was too weak, I couldn't fight back. So I did the only think I knew how to do... 

"HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME, IM IN HERE." I screamed. I just screamed my head off for what felt like hours.

McAllister just laughed one of those evil laughs that I thought only movie villains had.

"Thats right, get it allll out," He mocked. "Nobody can hear you!" 

He took both my wrists in his left hand and held them above my head.

I watched in terror as his other hand reached for my clothes....

ZAYN'S POV

It's been almost two full days since Kendall was taken. 

I was finally able to convince Harry to settle down and rest. We tried to use leaves as pillows, but it wasn't very comfortable.

It was a rough nights sleep. Which is why I'm not surprised that I'm up right now. Even though it is morning...

I just didn't have the heart to wake up Harry, who was sound asleep. 

I knew he was exhausted. He felt so guilty about what happened to Kendall. But he really shouldn't blame himself! He was trying to protect her. He couldn't help that the killer snuck up on him...

But me on the other hand... I couldn't help but think that if I had followed Harry and Kendall sooner, than I could of stopped her kidnap, and Harry's hit to the head. 

To be honest, I felt extremely guilty about it. 

Laying there on my back, staring up at the sky, I couldn't help but think about Kendall. 

I let my mind wander to the memory of when we played on the field. Just running around like little kids throwing leaves at each other was so much fun...

I don't know how she feels about me, but I know that we have something. There is definietly something there. 

And we were THIS close to kissing. THIS close. I wanted to so bad. If only Harry hadn't interrupted us...

I stopped myself. No, it wasn't Harry's fault. He was trying to warn us!

But still... if he hadn't, Kendall and I would have kissed. 

I would be her first kiss. Not Harry. 

Then my mind wandered to the unwelcome memory of her and Harry's liplock... the way he flirted with her... the way she giggled... the way she wrapped her legs around him... the way she had her first kiss with him...

She didn't even notice that I was there.

I began to get angry at Harry...

If only he wasn't such a flirt. If only he let me have this one girl. Just this once! 

But no, he wanted her as well. 

I tried to remind myself that this sudden anger at Harry was simply because I was starving, exhausted, and worried. But I couldn't help but think that Harry is the one thing standing between me and Kendall being together. 

Without even thinking, I stood up from next to Harry, and began to walk away. 

I would find Kendall myself. Then she would have to love me.

I didn't stop until I could turn around and see nothing. No Harry, no nothing. 

I would find her. I would rescue her. 

HARRY'S POV

I awoke with a start. I didn't even remember falling asleep last night... I just remember being extremely uncomfortable... and extremely guilty for even resting while Kendall was still out there.

But I knew that Zayn was right... we needed rest.

Zayn...

I got up in a panic and searched around the area.

Where did he go?

Maybe he went to find food... but he wouldn't go without telling me... he would know that I would wake up in a panic.

"Zayn?" I called out. "Where did you go, mate?" 

No answer. I debated whether or not I should wait for him here or go look. I figured I'd wait here for just a little bit in case he was just out looking for food.

If he came back, it wouldn't help for me to be gone either. 

I sat where I had slept for what seemed like a lifetime. When he didn't return. I figured I oughta go.

I stood up and walked away from our camp (which consisted of a bed of leaves. and that was all.) still checking behind me constantly just to see if I would find him.

When I couldn't, I started to get seriously worried. Now I was alone. No Zayn, no Kendall. 

Then a more terrifying thought invaded my mind... what if the killer came back for us and took Zayn? What if he had Zayn and Kendall both? 

I took off at a jog. Now I really had to find them! Quickly! 

But I put my guard up, because if he came back for Zayn, he could easily come back for me. 

But at least now maybe Zayn can protect her...

KENDALL'S POV

I laid there, motionless. 

I didn't wanna move.

Ever. 

Nothing mattered to me anymore. 

I felt so robbed of... everything. My dignity... my soul... my virginity. 

I knew my dignity was gone because he took my clothes away. Goodbye polo. Goodbye jeans. At least I still had my headband. I'm surprised he didn't take that too.

I was just laying there in my corner, in my bra and underwear, thinking about death. McAllister forced his way inside me.

Physcially... and mentally.

Now I can't get the whole thing out of my head. Everytime I close my eyes... I see him.

On top of me. 

I'm scarred.

I wish he had killed me. I would rather have been killed than have to experience that. Because now I have to live with it.

Forever.

 

 

 

 

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