Kayleigh West very soon to be Horan or maybe not P.O.V
I lay on the cold rock hard floor, my wrists tied tightly like it would break with a old tattered rope, bound to a annoying wooden rocking chair, that rocked whenever I moved my wrist, sending me back and forth. My wrists hurt in pain, and redden with struggle. Pain. So much pain. I sometimes thought they were bleeding in pain, and still think they are, maybe there is blood right his moment. Maybe red crimson blood trickling down my wrist and splashing gently on the floor. As I tried moving my wrist, trying to get out of here, pain every time I moved.,Tears trickle down my face, splashing gently on to the floor. Sweat trickles down my face. Why me? Why did that Sebastian Charles kidnap me? I was not any special. I was just an ordinary girl, who had people who loved her, who took care of her, who would miss her. Kayleigh heart urged with urgency she wanted to see Niall. She wonder how he was. Did he eat anything? What had happened to him? What hospital had he been admitted in? Was Niall okay? Was Zayn fine? Did Niall miss her? I knew the answer to the last one, she knew Niall missed her a lot. I could feel his urgency, the feeling that two soul mates, people who should be together, should be destined together but separated by a evil ray of darkness, clouding my life, like I was prison-ed, bound to a rock, watching my life continue going without me. I remembered the blood from Zayn wound, then cringed. I hoped to god Zayn and Niall were both okay. Niall, I wanted to see his beautiful perfect divine face, his russet of faded blonde hair, his beautiful baby bright blue eyes that twinkle with happiness every time he saw me. I wanted to hear his beautiful musical voice, wanted him to call me his, to call me his amazing perfect beautiful soul mate Kayleigh, his one and only true love. We were like one, two broken jigsaw pieces together we completed as one. I wanted to hold him in my arms, and cry in his shoulder, feel his warmth shining into me, feel him, love him, be with him. I wanted to kiss him, and feel safe in his arms. I knew he was the only one who made her feel safe. The only one who understood me. Then I thought of my beautiful baby Jayden. How was he? Did he eat his food? Did he cry for me? I wanted to hold her beautiful baby boy, and snuggle up in my beloved arm, the ones that she loved the most. My beautiful gorgeous soul mate Kayleigh. I heard his beautiful intoxicating voice floating through the room.I felt his presence around her, and surrendered to safety. Suddenly, I re opened her eyes and Niall was gone. A tear fumbled down my face. I was so angry, burning with rage. How dare that arrogant horrible Sebastien Charles kidnap me. Leaving me in this cold cellar, left to die. I shivered in the cold, wind whistles, and blows in to the room. I wanted to get out. I would get. One way or another. No one had the right to keep me here, least of all some cold blooded like Sebastien Charles. Suddenly the door creaks opens. My eyes glance at Sebastien, he is wearing a blue shirt, his black eyes look at me like he is seeing a diamond for the first time, his eyes run up and down my body sending me goosebumps. My heart races when I look at him. Control yourself Kayleigh, I remind myself. This was not a hot guy. This was a cold blooded vicious beast called Sebastien Charles, who had kidnapped me from my true love and soul mate Niall. I call up all the rage, and anger burning in my body through my veins.
"Why me? Why ruin my life?" I shouted, glaring at him with hate and pain.
I watched him look hurt. I wanted to say sorry, then shook my head. He deserved it, and a lot more, for kidnapping me from my love. I hated this Sebastien Charles, and would hate him forever.
"You look so much like her" Sebastien spoke to me.
"Who? I don't care" I ask, then shrug my shoulders confused.
"You remind me so much of her, the same glossy long brown hair, the same warm brown eyes, the same smile, spirit, confidence, attitude" Sebastien exclaimed, staring right at me.
"Who?" I asked curiously, looking at Sebastien with interest.
Who was this Sebastien Charles talking about? Did I look like his sister or Mom, or what. I was not like anybody else, I was unique, and special, and that was why Niall loved me, truly. I remember being different even as a child. I would mix with the other children, but still stood out. Even when I was in high school, and some of my friends were blonde, beautiful, dumb, and just had their daddy's credit card. I still stood out. When I was younger, my parents told me that I was special, that I was a god's gift given to them, a beautiful angel. That everyone could not resist loving me. That they could not hurt me. Guess that was wrong as Sebastien had tried to hurt me. I really missed my parents, a lot.
"You make me remember" Sebastien confesses, tears brimming in his eyes, he holds his hands together like he is lost and scared. Like finally he can tell everyone how he feels, and had been through for lots of years.
"Tell me" I ask slowly, looking at him with my warm brown eyes.
That was when Sebastien opened his mouth. He began his story of being a young child, getting beaten for food, being abandoned. Being all alone, and with no one to go. No one to love him, to take care of him. When he had wished that he could die. It made me cry with pity. Then he continued with the loss of his girlfriend who had cheated on him. I could see a young Sebastien being beaten and then a older Sebastien crying over a break up over his girlfriend. I did not even notice more then a hour had most. I looked at Sebastien. After what he had said. I could not hate him, no matter what. He was just a sad, abandoned guy being broken as a child in family love and girlfriend love. He had not gotten anything that he should have. He was just like me. A orphan. I knew how that felt, remember crying for my Mom and dad, remember the little kids teasing me, luckily I had my cousins to go to. But Sebastien he had no one. I look at Sebastien, tears trickle down his face. When he sees me looking at his face, he wipes the tears but his eyes show. His eyes show the sadness he had been through, the horrid hate his life had shown him. If their was a god, then why give Sebastien such a horrid life. He looked so broken, that was why he must have kidnapped me, because he needed someone. Not that it was right. But still. Sebastien needed someone to help his life, to shine a bright ray of sunshine in his boring dull life. To get rid of his sadness, and make him smile. I had never seen Sebastien smile, and now I understood why. After what he had been through. How could he smile. A cold feeling run through me, wanting me to make Sebastien smile.
"That was the end of my story, I am so sorry, I truly am for kidnapping you, for taking you away from your soul mate Niall. From your family. I am so sorry, so sorry Kayleigh. I knew I should not have done it, it was wrong and horrid. Just because I had no one. I felt jealous of Niall he had family, friends, but most of all you. I just wanted someone else to fill the space in my heart, fill the hole my heart, to love me, but now I know you never can." Sebastien began, tears trickling down his face.
I gestured for Sebastien to come closer. He walked towards me slowly, then crouched beside me, he looks at my eyes, and tucks a stand of my brown hair lovingly. Then he unties the rope. I get my wrists out of the ropes, and look at it. It was just red, a little sore. Sebastien looked at my wrists, and frowned with sorrow then kissed them. Suddenly all the pain evaporated leaving a loving tingly feeling inside of me.
"I know sorry is not enough for kidnapping you for a month, but still I am so sorry. I know you hate me but, I really am, and I know that you could never love me, or never care. I mean who would love a sad ugly horrid orphan like me" Sebastien continued.
I pulled Sebastien close to me, so close I could feel his heart beating. I wrapped my arms around his waist. Then looked in to his dark black eyes. He looked like a child, he must have been scarred forever, pain that would never go.
"Sorry" Sebastien whispered, tears trickling down his face, he looks at me with his black eyes, and I see child. A young child being broken and hurt, being abandoned as a child. Being all alone, and without any love. A child no one had cared for. A child who had wished to die, and release from all this pain and misery, just be free and happy.
I wiped his tears, and brushed a strand of his coal black hair, and then kissed him. I felt something. Not like fireworks, when I kissed Niall. But like a ray of sunshine had engulfed me, ridding the world of darkness from Sebastien arms. I felt Sebastien arms around my waist, one finger near my thighs, I felt like I was flying, happiness forever. Like I was going through a beautiful colourful rainbow. Sebastien holding me tight in a embrace, and I deepened the kiss, losing myself to him, slowly, then altogether.