"Whoa hold on with the cursing there," Zayn joked, trying to lighten the mood. But this was no small matter. Jamie was gone. My imagination ran wild thinking about what might have happened to her. We were at the flat now-we had rushed home, avoiding cameras and trying not to attract any attention.
"You would care less about cursing if Perrie disappeared," I retorted. I was in a foul mood which didn't help the already tense atmosphere. Everyone seemed to be taken aback by my sudden outburst.
"Look, I'm sorry alright? I just..."
"She's our friend too, Niall," Louis reminded me, his voice loud and clear.
"Calm down,fellas. We don't need this animosity. We all just want to make sure Jamie's safe. So I suggest we stop bickering amongst ourselves."
Liam was right. And we all knew it. I sighed, frustrated and exasperated. Where the hell was Jamie?
My phone rang. Anxiously, I picked it up on the first ring.
"Where are you?" I heard Simon ask, rather cross.
"We're back at the flat. Something came up."
"This is your party. You need to be here, boys," he stated authoritatively after I put him on loudspeaker, like he instructed me to do.
"We think Jamie got kidnapped," I told him, gritting my teeth. My intuition told me something was wrong.
"What? We don't know that!" Harry exploded but I could see all their faces-they were starting to believe it.
"God. The media is going to have a field trip with this one," Simon groaned.
Jamie disappeared and all he could think about was the media?
"It's going to be fine, boys. Right now, I need you to-"
I hung up. This caused all the boys to look at me, astonished.
"I''ve had enough of being told what to do," I muttered angrily, searching through my contacts, until I found the right one.
With one ring, he picked up.
"Sullivan. I'm coming for you."
Sullivan had walked away for a while, leaving two of us alone.
"James, are you alright?" I whispered as I looked over my shoulder, his head was hanging low. He'd just received a thorough beating that I winced and squirmed as James groaned in pain.
I couldn't see how bad it was.
James coughed and spit to the side.
"I'm fine. You?" he croaked.
I frowned as I saw his spit of blood. He wasn't fine. He was lying to make me feel better.
"Yeah," I answered weakly."I'm so sorry. For causing all this drama.I heard something I didn't want to hear... I was hurt and confused and..." I trailed off, tears welling up in my eyes. " If I hadn't stormed off, you wouldn't have followed me and you wouldn't be here," my voice was shaking. I was scared..and most of all, mad at myself for not realising the truth sooner. Or want to believe it,at least.
"I'm glad I did," he murmured softly. "Besides," he continued, trying to be cheerful. "Without drama, our lives would be too mundane," he joked.
I reached for his fingers and squeezed them as a sign of comfort, even though we were both tied to a chair and the situation didn't look like it was getting any better.
"We're going to be alright," he assured me, squeezing back. I wasn't so sure.
"Right, where were we?" Sullivan came back, rubbing his hands together and wiping blood off with a dirty cloth. He walked around to James."It's a pity we have to wreck this pretty little face of yours," he said sarcastically as he raised his fist. I watched from my peripheral view in horror.
"Stop!" I pleaded. He walked over to me.
"Ah. Little Jamie. Don't you just look smashing in that dress!" He caressed my cheek but I leaned back as far as I could.
"Why are you doing this?" I begged, looking into his eyes for some mercy or..humanity. "You were a good father. Why would you do this to your daughter?"
His eyes softened for a split second before that hard, hateful look returned. "I'm not your father. I never was. Your mother lied to me. That little bitch-"
"Don't you dare talk about her like that, you bastard!" I yelled. He slapped my hard across my cheek, causing my head to turn.
I took a deep breath and stretched my jaw by moving my chin around in an attempt to reduce the intense stinging sensation that brought tears to my eyes.
"Stay away from her, you arse!"
"Oh your little boyfriend is trying to protect you," Sullivan chortled, grabbing my face with one hand. "There's always someone to protect you. You're so weak and vulnerable and you believe so easily!" he laughed.
Yeah. I know.
"'Schizophrenia'...'therapist'...I can't believe you believed that bullshit!" he chuckled.
"I chose to believe that there was some good In you, no matter what you did to me in the past," I argued.
He snickered. "Such a naive little girl. 'What I did to you'?" he pondered. "You mean like this?"
He punched me hard in the abdomen, making me lose my breath.
James yelled at him to stop but it fell on deaf ears.
He punched my face twice and my abdomen one more time.
I laughed weakly when he was done and spit a mixture of blood and saliva at his feet.
"You're not as strong as you used to be. Oh!" I exaggerated. "Now I know why Mum never loved you," I lied,"you're weak. A lousy husband. You can't even hit like a man!" I insulted.
Intense anger spread across his face. He punched my face again, breaking my nose and causing me to fall over onto my side, with the chair. On the floor, he took the opportunity to kick my stomach multiple times. The pain was almost unbearable and I couldn't help but groan in pain after trying to suppress it because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction or fulfill his perverse wants to see me in pain.
"Nobody knows where you are. We could do this all day," he said sinisterly, roughly pulling me up by my arm. I winced as my healing ankle was pushed hard against the floor but the brace prevented any further damage.
"Remember this?" he chided, showing my a knife. The same one that made those scars on my stomach. He grazed it up my arm until it reached my shoulders. Then, he pressed hard, cutting the fabric of my dress and my skin, drawing some blood.
"Pity. I liked that dress."
He continued by bringing it down to the side of my body and pushed in, hard. I yelped in pain.
He slowly pulled the knife out. The blade wasn't big yet, it caused excruciating pain. I could feel the blood seeping out of my wounds.
"I shall leave you two alone while I have myself some breakfast," he stated, walking towards the exit. "I would offer you two some but I see that you're...tied up," he chortled, at the pun.
"Jesus Christ, Jamie. What the hell were you thinking?" James scolded once Sullivan was gone. The pain was too much, it was hard to talk. "What the f*** did he do to you?"
He couldn't see me. That was good.
"Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'm alright."
"You sure? You sound like you're in a lot of pain."
"Have a plan on getting us out of here?" I asked, avoiding the question. I had to focus on something else. We didn't have much time. At least I didn't.
"No," he said glumly. "You?"
"I'm working on it," I told him as my fingers worked on a rusty but sharp nail I had picked up while I was on the floor.
"Smith? It's Niall," I said. I had Smith on the phone-Jamie had given his number in case of emergencies. I considered this to be one.
"Oh hey Niall. How are you?"
I didn't have time for pleasantries. "Jamie's been kidnapped."
There was second of silence from him. "How do you know?"
"I just do." I couldn't explain it. "I think Sullivan took her."
I heard him curse. "Okay, this is what I want you to do. Stay at the flat."
I heard loud noises from the other end of the line. "I'm coming."
After successfully cutting and loosening the rope that bound my hands just enough so that I could slip my hands out, I worked on my feet, glancing up almost each second to check if Sullivan had returned yet.
"Quick! He could come back at any second!" James warned.
Then we heard the door creak open and I immediately resumed my position, hoping he wouldn't see anything amiss.
"Ready for some more fun?" he asked sarcastically, throwing a bag onto the floor. He knelt down on one knee,his back to us,searching through his bag, mumbling incoherently.
"Keep him distracted," I whispered to James as I tried not to make sound while I undid the loosened knot on my foot with the healing ankle.
"Why are you doing this?" James asked, doing as instructed.
Realising it was taking too long, I decided to work on the leg brace instead, silently undoing the straps and moving my leg out. My shoe was gone so I was careful not to hurt myself on anything sharp. I was careful not to move too much. My ankle didn't hurt that much-all I felt now was soreness-but the cuts stung and the wound at my side made breathing hurt. Nevertheless, I got through it and slowly made my way towards him,before leaping onto his back, with one arm around his neck. He stood up, his hands reaching behind in an attempt to grab onto me. He managed to do so. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and picked me off,throwing me to the floor. My head hit the concrete hard, making me lose my sight momentarily. Fortunately, I came to my senses quick enough and, like what I had learnt during the self-defence classes Smith had encouraged me to take as well as the sessions with Smith, who had the proper training since he was a FBI agent before serving in Iraq, I quickly jumped to my feet and assumed the defensive stance.
I could hear James struggling to get himself out. Meanwhile, I was more focused on the knife in Sullivan's hand. He slashed the air near my face but I managed to dodge his attack. The look in his eyes were of pure hatred, he wouldn't stop.
He struck again, this time managing to cut a large slit in my dress that ran down my thigh. It didn't draw any blood, luckily. When he tried to stab me, I was ready for it. I was able to throw him to the floor on his stomach, my knee digging into his back and wrestle control of the knife. With my other hand, I pulled his arm behind his back,limiting his movement. Now, I was the one in control.
I had just finished explaining the last time I'd seen Jamie to Smith.
"Give me your phone," he instructed.
It was strange seeing him in like this. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a grimace on his face that seemed permanent. He fiddled with my phone.
"Does she leave her location services on?"
"I don't know. She said it uses too much battery but I always reminded her in case she lost her phone..." then an idea popped into my brain. "Do you think we could use that to find her? There's an app for that, right?"
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Let's hope that her phone is with her wherever she is," Smith stated.
"If I stabbed you right here," I murmured into Sullivan's ear, indicating his neck area with the point of the knife, "you'd be paralysed from the neck down."
James was now free, he'd ransacked the bag Sullivan brought and found my phone and his. Our battery was dying but mine was good enough to make one call. He also found a pistol which Sullivan must have overcome so much red tape to acquire unless it was illegal. He wanted to kill me. That made me scared but most of all,it made me angry.
"Call Smith," I told him. He nodded.
"If I stuck the knife into here, you'd lose all hip movement. And here, you'd lose everything that makes you a man," I scoffed. "Although I don't think you're much of a man anyway."
"B****," he growled.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to hurt you for all those things you did to me," I whispered into his ear, struggling to control my anger. He didn't deserve to live. "You're a pathetic excuse of a man. You're a coward. You find pleasure in hurting others because no one loves you. You can't even take care of your own children!" My knuckles were turning white from gripping the knife too hard.
"They're on their way," James came running back after telling Smith, or 'them' where we were using the buildings outside.
I turned to look at him and smiled, sighing in relief.
"Thank God. I can't wait for this to be over."
*Third Person P.O.V*
In that moment of weakness, Sullivan saw an opening. He dug his elbow into Jamie's abdomen, making her scream in pain,falling to floor, holding her bleeding wound. He kicked her healing leg, making her cry out.
James ran over, trying to stop Sullivan but the latter was too fast. He had already gotten to his feet and was able to throw a heavy punch to James's head. The blow made James crumble to the floor, incapacitated and knocked out.
Meanwhile, Jamie managed to dispose of the knife by throwing it far away, beyond any of their reach just incase Sullivan wanted to hurt her again, which was highly probable. Regardless, Sullivan pulled her up by placing his hand on her neck, closing her airways.
She couldn't breathe!She was suffocating!
With all the strength she had left, she threw a left hook, hitting Sullivan squarely in his jaw, startling him. He flinched, releasing her, enabling her to run away. But he was too fast! He grabbed her leg, making her trip and fall, her head hitting the concrete hard again. He got on top top her. She was struggling beneath his weight. He hit her mouth, causing her lip to split open. He tried to kiss her because she seemed too weak to fight.
But he was wrong, like he always was.
"GET OFF ME!" she yelled, somehow managing to knee him in the crotch. Sullivan fell to his back, stunned.
Jamie got to her feet, stumbling towards James, begging him to wake up and run. He finally did and Jamie forced him to run,promising shed be right behind. He got to the door, swinging it open. He held it open, waiting for Jamie to catch up. When he turned around to see where Jamie was, his countenance turned into horror.
"JAMIE!" he yelled,pointing behind her. She stopped in her tracks, turning around.
"Get out of here, James!" she ordered, as she stared at the gun that Sullivan was holding, pointing directly at her.
"No!" James refused vehemently. He wouldn't leave her.
"Just leave!" she yelled, her voice full of authority. She slowly turned around again to face James, her face full of fear. She was shaking, he could see it. But she was trying so hard to hide it. She was trying to be brave, for him.
"Please, just go," she begged. "I'll be fine."
"Jamie?" Niall ran past James,oblivious to the situation. But he realised the volatility of the situation quickly. Niall put his hands up, trying to ease the tension.
"Whoa, mate. Put it down. You don't want anyone hurt," Niall said slowly, addressing Sullivan.
"No! You don't get it! It's all her fault! Shed still be alive if Jamie-"
"Who would still be alive?" Niall asked.
"My wife!" Sullivan answered, his finger on the trigger.
"Wait. Hang on," Niall pleaded, taking one step closer.
Jamie mouthed 'I love you' to her only true love. She didn't care if he didn't love her as much as she did.
Niall looked at her. Then his eyes returned to Sullivan.
Sullivan wiped his eyes, gritting his teeth.
"SHE HAS TO PAY!"
Jamie closed her eyes,tears running down her cheeks, prepared to face her fate.
His finger pulled on the trigger ever so slightly. Then, there was a resounding bang of a gun that deafened all their ears and ended everything.