Taken

Em is abused by her dad and one day she has enough of it. She runs away to her brother Niall. (This is when 1D aren't famous)

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28. Attempt

I felt the car stop and turn off. I tried to move again but I still couldn't. I wasn't sure how long we had been driving but it felt like hours. I heard Phil get out of the car and walk away. He was leaving me here! If I didn't get out soon then I was going to die from lack of oxygen. I squirmed around and felt something sharp jab into my back. I winched in pain. A few minutes later I heard someone walking back to the car, no, two someone’s. I heard the click of the lock and the trunk flew open. I closed my eyes as the sun shone in them. I was used to the dark by now, the light hurt. I blinked a few times and saw Phil and his younger brother Steve standing over me. Steve looked a lot like Phil but the only difference was that Steve had long black hair that reached his shoulders. He was also around 28, whereas Phil was 40 something. Phil bent down and grabbed my arm and Steve grabbed my other arm and hoisted me out of the trunk.

 

"Don't try to run girl," Phil warned. "We're both gonna make sure we don't have a repeat of last time," They pulled me towards a large hotel looking place. I saw Phil pull his knife out of his pocket and placed it against my back. "Be natural. You signal to anyone that you’re in trouble and this knife will be in your back," Phil whispered in my ear as we walked into the hotel.

 

Steve led us to a metal door and the back of the lobby. He opened the door and revealed a large concrete staircase. Steve led us up to the top floor which was like the 6th floor and opened up another door that led to the hallway. The hallway was very...dark. It didn't have any windows down it and the only light came from a small swinging light bulb in the middle of the hallway. They led me to the end of the hallway and Steve opened up a door and Phil pushed me inside. I landed hard on my knees. I looked up as Steve undid my wrists. I rubbed them, hopping it get some of the pain away. Steve then pulled me to my feet and set me down on a dark green couch.

 

I looked around the room as Phil and Steve talked silently to each other. The room was a combination of a family room and kitchen. The light brown pain was peeling off the walls, a small rabbit ear TV was across from the couch and a ratty looking kitchen with no cupboard doors was behind the couch. Phil walked over to me and sat down next to me on the couch. I tried to look away from his but he grabbed my head and forced me to look at him.

 

"Someone is being silent," he said as he laughed. "Are you going to try and run away again?" he asked. I shook my head. "Good," he said.

 

Steve walked over and grabbed my arm and pulled me down a very short hallway and pushed me into a room. I heard him lock the door and walk back to the kitchen/family room. I looked around the room, which was small and dirty. A small bed with no sheets or blankets was next to the door and a small round table with a chair was in the corner. Dirt and dust covered the room and I didn't was to sit down. A small lamp was next to the window, which had bars on it. Did they think I was gonna try and jump out the window? I laughed a bit thinking that they had put bars on the window, I really wasn't going to jump cause if they did then I'd be dead. I moved around the room and sat down on them bed. Dust billowed up around me and I started to cough. I heard Phil walk up to the door and bang on it and tell me to keep the noise down.

 

I walked around the small room and grabbed my guitar pick and started playing with it as I looked out the window. 'Please come soon,' I thought to myself.

 

A few hours later:

 

I heard Phil unlock the door. I glanced at the door as it swung open. He held a piece of bread in his hand and he set it on the table. He ordered me to eat but I didn't feel like eating. He ordered me to eat again but I refused. He came marching towards me yelling profanities at me as he grabbed my hair and flung me towards the table. I caught myself right before my head hit the table.

 

"When I tell you to eat, you eat!" Phil yelled again.

 

I had only seen him this angry once, and that was when he stabbed me. I didn't want that to happen again. I looked towards the open door and ran for it. I slammed the door behind me, hoping that it would slow Phil down. I ran towards the door and by the time I reached the front door, Phil had opened the bedroom door. I quickly unlocked the front door and started running for the stairs. I opened the door and started running down. I heard Phil running down after me, but I was faster. I turned on the third floor and that when I ran into Steve. Steve looked at me, wondering how I had gotten out. He quickly grabbed my arm and started to pull me back up the stairs. I screamed and kicked but Steve wouldn't let go. Phil met as by the door and he punched me in my stomach.

 

"I thought you learned your lesson about running away," he whispered in my ear as I doubled over. They pulled me into the apartment and they threw me down on the couch again. "Now if you ever try that again, one of your little friends is gonna get...punished," Phil whispered in my ear. "Now I'm sure you don't want that," I shook my head. "Good, Steve put her back in the room, and tie her up this time. We'll see how she likes that, and maybe she'll learn her lesson,"

 

Steve grabbed my arm again and dragged me back to my room. He forced me to sit down in the little wooden chair. He pulled a rope out from his pocket and tied my arms behind my back, against the chair. Then he walked out. I heard Phil say something to Steve and then someone walk out the front door. I tried to move, but I couldn't.

 

"I'm such an idiot," I whispered to myself as I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I hoped that the boys were on their way.

 

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