Kidnapping Rachel

Mute by choice, seems weird, right? In the world of Rachel Vahn things are complicated, and broken. She's sick, and untreated. She's abused by her father. Her mom has been dead for years, and now Rachel has had enough. Things take a turn for weird when Rachel is kidnapped by the world's biggest heartthrobs, One Direction.


2. Chapter 2


We sat in the car, watching her. She was skinny, and bruised. She had a white, way too loose short-sleeved shirt on. She also had a pair of torn up sweats. We watched her for about half an hour, she never moved. She stared blankly into the cloud filled sky. Her Blonde hair was knotted, and clumsily fell down her back. You could tell by looking at her that she was malnourished, and abused. She was pale, her skin looked like ice.

"We have to take her." I say, crashing through the silence. I look around and all of the lads are staring at me like I've gone absolutly mad.

"Niall, I don't think that's legal." A gruff voice teased. I look over at Harry and shake my head.

"She looks like she's been abused. She looks unattended for, and that isn't legal either." I argue.

The lads look as though they're contemplating the idea. Finally, Liam speaks up.

"Niall's right, she looks horrible." He says softly, shocking us all.

Liam, being the sensible one, I figured would be the one to put up the biggest fight. I looked at him, and studied his expression, he was worried. I looked into his eyes and saw the same thing.

"I wonder if she's a fan." I think aloud. I remember the mob of fans that chased our car. When the amout of fans died down, we went through the drive thru of some fast food resturaut that I don't remember the name of. We decided to park our car out here and eat in case we had to make a run for it again.

"It's possible, you should wear your hoodie and sunglasses, if you get out of the car." Zayn pipes up.

"I was thinking that I'd get out of the car, and you guys would follow me if she ran. That way, she'd be easier to grab." I say nodding slowly. I look around and see the lads nodding in agreement.

"So, it's settled then. I'll get the chloroform, so she won't try to kill us on the ride back to the house." I say putting on my hoodie, and sunglasses even though it was dark out.

"Why the hell do you have chloroform?" Louis half shouts in my ear.

I only shrug and get out of the car, grabbing the chloroform from under the seat, and a napkin to stuff in my pocket. I try to shut the door quietly, but to no avail, the sound echoed through the painfully still silence. I see the girl jump at the noise. She stiffens up and looks over her shoulder. Though it's dark out, I can see the fear well up in her piercing blue eyes.

She gets up off of the bench and starts to walk away quickly. I follow suit,  my strides long and quiet. I hear the car behind us start up, and start to slowly follow behind us. I picture her noticing who we are, and fangirling on us. I picture her falling for me, and desperately trying to be with me. I smirk to myself at my narcissistic thought.
I see her look over her shoulder, fear is etched into her expression. She breaks into a clumsy run. I do the same, and quickly catch up with her. I wrap my arms around her waist to stop her from advancing any farther. I feel how skinny she is. I can feel her hips dig into my forearms.

I suddenly become angry as my eyes flick over her body once again. She's so small, and she is wearing a layer of bruises. Aged bruises, mix with new ones. I also notice scars on her arms, and jagged cuts cross over them like rail road tracks. I get even angrier as she continues to struggle. She'd rather go through all of this pain, instead of come with me.

"Stop fighting, just get in the damn car!" I demand gruffly.

Instantly, she stops fighting. I put the chloroform soaked napkin over her nose and mouth and feel her go limp in my arms. I lift her up bridal-style, and gently rest her on the seat beside Harry.

"Lets take her home, boys." Liam says.

We all nod in agreement and head towards the house. I stare at her, her mouth set in a relaxed line. Her eyes rest, gently shut.

"We're here." Liam anounces, ripping me from my thoughts.

I pick the beautiful girl up gently, and carry her up the stairs to my room. I couldn't help but notice how light she is. I put her on my bed, and walk out, shutting the door behind me. I descend the stairs quickly, and walk to the kitchen to find the lads around the island. They stopped chatting when they notice me walk in. They stare at me, as if they were trying to read my thoughts.

"Am I disturbing something here?" I asked, a little bit annoyed.

"You have a crush on her, don't you?" Harry questions, smirking.

"No, I don't, what makes you ask a silly question like that?" I lie, trying to hide my blush.

I walk over to the fridge to grab a soda, it was suddenly very warm in here.

"You were staring at her the whole ride home, mate." Louis argues.

"So? She's a mess, haven't you seen all those bruises?" I say nervously.

"You're lieing." Zayn points out.

I sigh with frustration, walking out of the room. I go to the living room and sit on the couch to trun the telly on. I sit there and watch childish cartoons, yawning sleepily. I lay down and let sleep consume me dreamlessly.

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