Trouble Maker (Finished)

Zayn is a player. Hazel is a innocent girl. When Hazel falls in love with Zayn, she is afraid he will play her just like he did the others. Will he stand by her? Or will he betray her like he did before?

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13. Agony

Who would do something like this? Who would kidnap Zayn? Or did he just run off like that by himself? All these questions were running through my head and more. I was so confused and worried that I couldn't do or say anything. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to feel weak. I started to think of who would do something like this. I came to a conclusion: Ashlyn. I was so done with her. First she steals him, then beats me up, and now kidnapped Zayn? That's it. This is the last time I am going to deal with her. I decided to go to her house and get Zayn back. No matter what I had to do.

I saw Zayn's car keys on the counter.. Of course, I am going to use his car. 

I grabbed the car keys and walked outside to his car. 

I hopped in his car and turned it on. 

"I'm so done, Ashlyn.. You don't even know." I mumbled to myself.

Ashlyn lives a couple blocks away.. In the mansion.. With the pink sports car in front... Not hard to miss.

I parked on the side of the road and got out of the car. I gave Ashlyn's house a death stare and I walked to her door.

"Hel- What the hell!? Hazel get out now!" She shouted.

"No! Give me Zayn! Your freaking breaking laws, Ashlyn!" 

Ashlyn came outside and closed the door behind her.. Hint maybe because of Zayn being in there!

"ASHLYN KIDNAPPING ISN'T FUNNY!" 

"WHO THE HELL SAID I DID IT?!" 

I looked at her in disgust. 

"I know you did, Who else would kidnap Zayn!? Besides you!"

"Hazel, I swear I didn't do it! You can even come in my house! I would never ever kidnap Zayn! your insane! I will even help you find him!" Ashlyn shouted.

"Fine, But I don't want your help, I would like to come in." I huffed.

She opened the door and we walked into the house.

H.O.L.Y C.R.A.P This place is HUGE! I mean like twenty families could live in here!

"Now here's the bedroom and bathroom." She said as we walked through the whole house.

"Sorry, for accusing you." I sighed.

She just looked at me and we walked back downstairs to the front door.

"Goodbye!" She said with a big smile on her face.

OK then.... I walked back to the car and drove to the park.. I pretty much looked everywhere I could think of.

Zayn said that this park is his favorite hangout... Last place I know of.

I parked at the park and looked around for ages.

Then I heard a deep voice from behind me saying "Looking for him?" 

I turned around to see my dad.. MY DAD!??!??! Isn't he in jail!?

"What the hell!?" I stood there looking at him. I couldn't believe he got out of jail and actually kidnapped Zayn.

"Ah. I didn't expect to see you here you little whore." My father smirked, looking at Zayn who was tied to a park bench with rope.

"Yeah because, I don't think you should go around stealing people's boyfriends. Or being out of jail." I said, crossing my arms.

"If you try to get him I'll hurt both of you." He glared. I was very afraid of him even though I acted like I wasn't. He was probably the hugest person I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Yeah? Will you? Because, the police will be on there way." I threatened, taking my phone out of my pocket.

"You know I will get out and hurt you both." He said, taking out a knife and going closer to Zayn's neck. I was nervous.

"Don't you dare touch him." I yelled, running toward him. He took the knife and slashed my arm with it. I fell to the ground and started crying in agony.

"Worse things will happen to both of you if you turn me in again." He said, looking at me. He showed no bluff or concern for me. I was loosing blood by the second. I looked at my wound and it was deep. I was crying harder now. I could see Zayn almost cry at my pain. He looked pissed at my father for hurting me.

"Stop.." I managed to say before I could feel my eyes starting to close. Before I blacked out  I saw my father go close to Zayn with his knife. I could here him scream in pain. I screamed his name before I couldn't see or here anything more.

 

 

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