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.


12. Chapter12


When I woke up, the girl who told me her name was Rachel, was still asleep. I watched her chest rise and fall without rythym. Her eyes were gently shut, but appeared sunken-in. Her skin was pale, and bruises were fading, blending into the skin's original tone. She remained still, other than her irregular breaths. To me, she appeared quite beautiful. I found it odd how irregular her breathing was, though. Just as the thought crossed my mind, my stomach growled loudly.

I heaved myself out of bed, and ventured down the wooden stairs towards the kitchen. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard the gruff voices of my fellow band mates. I stepped into the kitchen and saw Harry, Liam, and Zayn standing around the island in the kitchen. The conversation dissapated into thin air as they noticed me.

"Her name is Rachel." I blurted, leaving shock on their expressions.

"How do you know?" Liam asked, thoroughly confused.

"She told me." I stated simply.

"Well, why'd she tell you? Why not Liam, Zayn or I? Why not Louis?" Harry asked, anger evident in his tone.

"I treat her like a person; she doesn't deserve the treatment you guys give her." I say, glaring at Zayn and Harry, "Liam hasn't even talked to her that much, and Louis hasn't talked to her either."

I push past them, and grab an apple out of the refrigerator. I bit into it, and head a crash from upstairs. I threw the injured apple onto the floor, and tore up the stairs three at a time. I turned down the hallway, and barged into the room I shared with Rachel.

Rachel was on the floor, blood coming from her nose, and mouth. I was petrified by the sight of the situation. I yelled for the boys to call 999. Liam came up, on the phone with the operator, he looked at Rachel with shock and worry. I kneeled down next to Rachel, who was looking at me with pleading eyes. She stopped vomitting long enough to speak to me.

"I don't want to die." Her blood coated lips deliver the words.

My heart breaks and I don't know how to respond. I rest my hand on her back, and start rubbing in circles. Her body shivers with sobs, and her wrenching.

The perimedics came into the room, and quickly set Rachel on a gurnie. They took her away; they wouldn't let me go with her.

All I could do was clean up my carpet, and wait. 


(A/N: YAY! The 11th chapter is finally up! From here, I should be able to update more. I've been learning sentance variety in the meantime! Sorry it's a saddish chapter. Thanks for favoriting, liking, and reading. :) xoxoxox ~ SammyBear)


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