Saved By The Enemy

It all happened in America. It happened to us. Charity and Joice. Our father beats us. We ran. Then, we got kidnapped.


3. The Kidnappers


I woke up and it was probably around 9 A.M. I was in a... car? Charity was in the row of seats in front of me. I was so confused...


I woke up in the van.

"You bitches better let my sister and I go or else!" I said. I was mad.

"Why would we do that love?" The one from last night said. I realized that there were five of them. The one from last night had curly hair... OH MY GOD! WE WERE KIDNAPPED BY ONE DIRECTION! CHRIST!

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed.

"She finally figures it out!" Curly said.

"I HATE YOU GUYS!" I shouted. They all turned to look at me except for the one driving.

"Because we kidnapped you or..."

"I HATE YOUR MUSIC AND YOU!" I yelled. Joice had woken up.

"Why are we here Care?" She asked dazily.

"It'll be okay Jj." I said carefully.

"What're your names?" The blonde one asked. He was Irish or Scottish. Most likely Irish. Let's annoy him anyways.

"So why are you Scottish and in a British band?" I said. He looked at me and scowled.

"I'm Irish." He said coldly, "And answer my question!"

"Why would we tell you stupid asses?" I asked.

"We're here!" The driver said. He was a funny one. God, I hated them.

"I'm not getting out. Joice isn't either. We're probably in Mexico or something!"

"Not Mexico love, England!" Curly said.

"Don't call me love, you curly bastard!" Joice screamed.

"WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!" The nearly bald one said angrily. 

"No you ass!" Joice and I said in unison. Let's just take it the easy way.

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