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.


6. Chapter 6


I woke up in immense pain, with black dots swimming in my vision. I blinked a couple times and raised my head off of the floor to see I'm exactly where I was last night. It was still dark out, and the light from the moon was reaching in through the window as if to say hello.

I shakily and painfully got up from where I had been laying, and stumbled towards the door. I realized then just how thirsty I was. But I noticed even more, just how awful I felt. This feeling I had wasn't from the beatings, it was because I was getting sicker, and sicker by the day.

"Look who's up." I hear a voice venture from the corner of the room.

I can hear the smirk clinging to their words. I choose not to face the voice, I couldn't, my vision was blurring, and I felt extermly dizzy. Suddenly, my knees hit the floor, and bile was racing up my throat. Fear consumed me as the substance lay on the ground before me. As disguisting as it was, I couldn't stop staring at it. There was blood and bile on the floor, and a person standing next to me, staring.

"What the bloody hell did you do that for?" Zayn shouted harshly.

I didn't say anything, just sat there, not wanting to move. He sighed, and walked out into the hall. I soon heard a new voice, sleepily floating through the open door. I heard footsteps coming closer, and Niall appeared in the doorway. When he saw me, his face filled with concern.

"Are you okay?" He asked gently, soothing me.

I relaxed and sat back against the bed, clinging to the floor for support. I shook my head no and just sat there as he got up and went out of the room. He returned moments later with towels to clean up the mess I made. We just sat like that in a comfortable silence, as he cleaned and I watched.

"I'm sorry for Zayn and Harry, they just don't understand. They don't see what I see." He says apologetically, breaking the silence.

I cock my head to the side, signalling my curiosity. He sighs, and looks me in the eyes, searching.

"If you don't mind me saying... I see how broken you are. How scared, and lonely you feel. I know you may hate us, but, we really meant no harm by taking you." He says softly.

I shake my head, and rest my arms over my empty stomach as it growls loudly.

"You hungry?" He asked, smiling warmly at me.

I nod and he picks me up off of the ground. For once, I don't feel scared when someone touches me. I just wrap my arms around his neck and lay contentedly in his arms. We venture down the hallway, and down the staircase towards the kitchen. As we grew close, I heard voices, I recognized them immediatley, and stiffened up. Niall seemed to notice, because he gave me a reassuring smile.

We entered the kitchen, and Zayn and Harry looked at us. The fluorescent light was shining brightly in my eyes, and the sun was starting to pour over the other buildings, and spill in through the window.

"What are you doing with that piece of trash?" Zayn asks Niall, who's still carrying me.

"Zayn, you don't even know the girl, what's your problem?" Niall says harshly.

"She ruined my floor, and she's totally faking the bruises. The scars are probably from years of self harm, to get attention, and she's anorexic." Harry said, like he knew me.

"You're wrong, Harry. Just leave the poor girl alone, she's been through enough without you and Zayn beating her up. She's a lady, not a goddamn punching bag." Niall said, anger filling his voice to the brim. 

I squirmed out of Niall's grip, not wanting to hear anymore, and left. I ran to the loo, locking the door behind me. I collapsed to the floor in exauhstion. I allowed myself to drift to sleep, not caring about my surroundings.


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