Looking For Miranda [Book: 1]

"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone."

Miranda runs away, love lost, body broken, will she find love? Or will it eventually tear her up inside? Will she ever trust anyone besides her best-friend, or can two boys open her eyes to something she thought she had lost in the past?

One Direction Fanfiction.


20. Chapter Nineteen



~Miranda's POV~


I woke up with my arms tied and locked to a bedpost, but I gladly still had the same clothes on as yesterday. I could remember everything from yesterday, Niall, Harry, Gran, the breakdowns, the parfait. And worst of all, Scott. 

The back of head had a little bit of dried blood on it, I could feel it like a plastic sheet. The room I was in had bars on the window, not that I would be able to reach it, it was about seven feet up, lucky for me I was only 5' 6". There were white walls with a green trim at the top, and a desk with a chair on the other side of the room. 

I couldn't tell which door was to a the hall, there were two. I suspected one was for a bathroom, and one for the hall. My suitcase was at the end of my bed. 

I shook my head furiously, hoping a bobby-pin would fall out, I knew I had at least two. One finally fell out, hitting the wall and falling in between the bed and the wall. Great.

"Damn you!!!" I shouted at the bobby-pin, yeah, I shout at in-animate objects. Your point?

"Oh, you're up, beautiful." Scott came in and smiled, I spit at him. "Now, now. Don't spit at your boyfriend missy." He grabbed my chin and slammed his face onto mine. He tried to part my lips, but I just bit him.

"You little bitch," Slapping me, again, he swept my hair to the right, pulling my sleeve of my mustache jumper down.

Trailing stolen kisses down my neck, he massaged my breast. I tried to pull my hands away to slap him, but they were tied too tight.

"Oh baby, come on, don't struggle. Anyway, you can have me again tonight. I am truly sorry for throwing you into the lake. I was drunk if you didn't notice. I will always love you. And I know you've always loved me." He stole another kiss from me, on the lips.

"Go fuck yourself with a cactus for all I care." I spat at him as he walked out the door, "I love the idea, I'll remember that for you." He winked slyly, locking the door behind him.

I bent my head down this time, not wanting to lose another bobby-pin.  I grabbed it from the back of my head and stuck it in the lock. I twisted it furiously, but it didn't work. I was going to the right, I realized after about a minute.

"Righty tighty, lefty loosey." I sung to myself, my dad would have me help him, before he started drinking, build things. I twisted it to the left, and Click, the lock fell off, onto the pillow.

"Yes!" I smiled to myself. I twisted my hands out of the ropes, and I relaxed. I decide to change, I took out my clothes and put on some black skinny jeans, a Janoskians tee, and my black Vans. I had to look good, even if it was for a dick.

I had a little backpack, like the mini ones, in my front pocket of the suitcase. So I took a pair of underwear, a bra, some sweatpants, a tee, and I put a sweater on. I was very surprised to see my phone still there, it had six texts on it.


Trent- Alright, don't hurt yourself, babe. Have fun and text me when you're coming back. xoxoxox

Zayn- Cool, have fun!!! x

Liam- Have fun, Mir'. Don't do anything stupid. And text us when you come back, where did you go?

Louis- When you come back, tell Trent to get off of Liam, they're getting annoying ; )

Harry- Where the fuck did you go? You lied to me! I will find you, I promise <333 xxx

Niall- Please tell me if this has anything to do with Scott, I promise I can help, where are you? Xx

Harry and Niall's texts made me want to cry. I couldn't tell them. Liam was so much the father figure now, and I missed them all. I wanted, no needed, to escape.

I heard a slam and footsteps coming toward my room. I shoved everything except the suitcase under the bed and tied my hands again, not tight though, but it looked so.

"Miranda, did you move? I though I heard something." Scott sat next to me and rubbed my thigh, gross. "No." I snuffed him and wiggled my leg to get his hand off.

"Have an apple." He threw it at me as he walked out. I scowled, it hit my stomach. I hated raw apples.

I was very surprised that he never noticed my change of clothes.

He never came back for about what I suspected was an hour, so I took the bag, my phone, and made sure my key was in my bra, and peeked out the door. I had unlocked that too, with my bobby-pin.

I checked my phone, it was about eleven in the morning now. I looked around and didn't see anyone. I turned to the right and hoped for the best. There was another two way, so I played my luck and went to the right again. There was an exit sign and I suspected we were in an abandoned warehouse or something, because usually homes wouldn't have that.

I looked at my phone again, and pulled up the locator app, I was only about two hours from my Gram's house, and I knew how to get there.  I found a sheet of paper and a pen, I wrote down all my contacts and the names. I also wrote down the directions to my home.

I didn't want Scott to be able to track me, so I smashed my phone under my foot and took one of the sharp pieces.

I stuck the paper in my bra, with my key, and went to look for Scott. I snuck up a flight of stairs and looked in every room. I couldn't find him so I went back down to the level he had me on, I looked in every room, still no Scott. That is, until I got to the last door. 

I heard some shuffling in there, I creaked the door open a slight bit, just enough for me to see. There he was, of course.

Avert your eyes if you are under 13, sexual scenes up ahead.

I had planned to have some fun, and then get rid of him. It was people like him that didn't deserve life, so I could be someone to help get rid of one of the many skanks.

"Scott." I stood up straight at took my backpack off, hiding the glass in my waist band I walked over to him. He looked at me, and then spoke, "I knew you'd get out, I just didn't know that it would happen this early. And I thought you would have ran by now.  guess I was wrong."

I needed this to sound, look, and feel real. For my plan to work. "I needed to talk to you, feel you." I tried to make myself as seductive as possible.

I stalked towards him, carefully putting the improvisation of a knife down where he couldn't spot it. I jumped on him and started kissing down his neck, making it seem real.

"Miranda." He managed to moan. This needed to work.

"Shh." I dared not to kiss his lips, it would be a sin to me.

I started tugging on his shirt, he obliged and pulled it off, also downing his pants, needless to say he was ripped.

I took off my top and pants, shoes too. I crawled over him and started grinding my hips into him, I felt a hardness on my thigh, smiling at my success. He moaned into my hair and I started kissing his pecs. I sucked at the left nipple, twirling the right in my fingers. I trailed kisses down his abs, to his v-line.

I cursed myself as I pulled down his boxers, grazing my hand on his hardened dick. "You like that?" He knew I had seen it, felt it before, but it all felt so alien to me.

I just looked up at him. I started rubbing up and down, making some precum ooze out the tip. I had to say, I was pretty good at this for an almost eighteen year old.

I reached behind him for the shard of my broken phone and finally found it, still pumping his shaft, I manged to straddle him. Grinding down onto his still hardened member, I started scraping my fingernails down his chest, noticing his eyes were closed in pleasure, I took his head and slammed it on the headboard. I took the shard and dug it deep into his neck, hoping to his something vital. 

He managed to say one word before slipping into unconsciousness, "Bitch." I smiled, knowing I was one.

I turned around and got off the bed, pulling my clothes back on, I went into my prison room and got everything, I hadn't planned for everything to work out as it had, but I couldn't say I wasn't pleased. Hell,I just killed the man who tried killing me. I wasn't sure if I was glad or not. I had just killed a man. It wasn't a good thought.

I put everything back into my luggage bag and ran to the exit I had found earlier. I ran down, figuring I was on a floor above the ground level. I thought I could hear some city features, cars and wind. So I pushed open the exit door. I could see the city.

I was free.


AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's free! Damn, she's good though. I absolutely loved writing this chapter.  But it made me feel icky writing the 'bad' part. I hope you liked it though!!! Byeee. AND I made it pretty long, don't forget. I might update tomorrow, we will all just have to see! - Danni

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