I Got KIdnapped By 1D!

"Don't even bother, you won't escape, might as well surrender." I noticed that he had a different accent compared to the other guy, he sounded more Irish then British. I didn’t have time to answer because they were all charging towards me, one of them grabbed me, he put one hand on my waist and one on my mouth so I couldn’t scream, I screamed anyway, I didn’t care if it came out muffled, I just wanted someone to hear me. I was thrashing around in his hands, until someone grabbed my feet and were tying them together, I couldn’t move my feet anymore, whoever tied them did a great job. I was still screaming, and I think whoever was holding me got annoyed because he said

"Ni the cloth" I didn't need to be a master mind to know what 'the cloth' meant, they were gonna drug me!

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14. Deep Emotion

I Got Kidnapped By 1D!

 

Chapter 14: Deep Emotion

 

Angel's POV

 

DREAM:

 

I was happily running through the forest, my hair blowing in the wind, the sun kissing my face, and the ground crunching underneath my feet. I had a humongous smile on my face, as I ran through the forest. I feel so free and so happy, I've never felt this way before. I feel like I can do anything I want and nothing can go wrong. I kept running through the forest, not planning on stopping anytime soon, that is until I started hearing music. I stopped in my tracks and listened to the tune, it sounded fairly familiar. Realising the song was 'If I Die Young' by The Band Perry, it was one of my favourites. I  followed the sound of the music, and it led me to a clearing in the forest. There was some type of event or ceremony going on, that I couldn’t see. I walked a bit closer to the event and approached the closest person that I could find, I could only see their back, but it was a girl with curly dirty blond hair that flowed down her back. She was dressed in all black, and she was watching the event/ceremony from a distance. I approached her from behind.

 

"What's going on?" I asked her. She didn’t respond, it was like she didn’t even hear me. I circled around her to face her, and I was shocked to see who it was. It was my best friend Emma. She was dressed in a black dress and black everything, she wore dark black sunglasses and there were tear stains on her face. She held a tissue in her hand and would occasionally sniffle. It looked like she was at a funeral. A funeral… maybe that was the even that was taking place, but who's funeral?

 

When I stood in front of her, Emma didn’t say anything, and she didn’t even respond to my presence, like I was invisible.

 

"Emma what is going on? Is this a funeral or something? Who died?" I asked her with urgency, I needed to know what was going on, because right now, I was completely lost. Emma, once again, didn’t respond, and she was just staring at me. Or through me. It didn’t look like she was looking at me, it looked like she was looking through me, like she couldn’t see me. I waved my hand in front of her face, but she didn’t react. I sighed frustrated. Why couldn’t she see me? I turned around and headed towards this funeral, or that’s what I think it is. Since no one can actually sees me, I should check out the situation for myself. I approached the event, and noticed it was a funeral. There was a coffin, with lots of flower arrangements around it, and there was a picture on a stand that was veiled. There were chairs placed in front of the coffin with seated guests. I looked around at the people that were here, and realized a couple things. 1, they were all wearing black, 2, everyone was crying, and 3, I knew almost everyone here. My mom, dad, some friends from school, my family members, they were all here. Which meant that someone dear to me was who passed away. Who could it be? I approached my mom, who was crying hard. Her face in her hands, sobbing vigorously, as my dad comforted her and rubbed her back to calm her down. I approached them, and sat on the empty seat beside my mom.

I touched her shoulder, expecting her to look up at the person who touched her, but she didn’t even flinch.

 

"Mom? What's going on? Who died?" I asked her softly. She didn’t respond to my voice, she just continued on crying. I was getting kind of scared and panicky, this was really bad, who died? Panicking a bit, I left my parents, knowing it was useless to try and communicate because I was obviously invisible. Literally. I approached the coffin and flower arrangements. I looked at the flowers and realized they were mostly orchids. My favourite type of flower. Despite wanting to know what's going on, I approached the flowers and took a little sniff. The sweet scent invaded my nose. Mmm… it smelt so good. I really love flowers, they are one of the many things I love about nature. The orchids were mostly pink and purple, my 2 most favourite colours. That’s when a thought struck me. They were playing one of my favourite songs, the flowers were mostly orchids, my favourite flower, the colours were mostly pink and purple, my 2 most favourite colours, and the dearest people in my life, the ones I truly love are here. Who could have died that would have such similar interests as me? Other than…me? Oh, my, god. Panicking even more, I approached the veiled picture, and with hesitance, I yanked the veil off to see the picture behind it. I went into a state of shock seeing the person in the picture. It was a picture of… me.

 

"No! no, no, no, no." I said over and over again, not believing what was going on. I went to the coffin, and lifted the lid open, I half expected to see my body in there, but was surprised to find it empty of my corpse, and instead had some of my most special things in it. There were some pictures of me, some of my most favourite article of clothing, my diary that held my most deepest feelings and most special thoughts, my most favourite teddy bear that I had since I was 3, and flier that had my picture on it, saying I was lost. Oh, my, gosh. This was my funeral. My family thinks I'm actually dead. They actually think I'm dead! See what these boys have done!? They made the people I love think that I had died! With all the thoughts spinning around in my head, my eyelids felt heavy, and I just collapsed. The only thing I could hear now was the sound of someone crying.

 

END OF DREAM

 

The sound of the crying got louder, and it sounded like it was coming from right beside me. Who was crying beside me? Or was this a dream? The last thing I remember was running away from the cabin into the woods, then collapsing onto the ground. Was I still in the woods? But it didn’t feel like I was in the woods. My body was kind of cold, but the air around me was warm. My legs felt really sore, and my body kind of ached. My left hand felt kind of cold, but my right hand was enveloped in something warm. I turn my body a bit to face my right hand, and slowly open my tired eyelids. I will them open about half a centimetre, and the first thing I spot is Louis, crying on the side of the bed, his hands wrapped around my right hand, warming it up. I scan his face, and I see tears, pain, sadness and a hint of anger. He looked so weak and helpless right now, just crying beside me. I wanted to say something, do something to comfort him and to tell him to stop crying. But my mouth felt dry, and no words would come out. I tried to move my left arm, so that I could reach out and comfort him, but my hand felt like it was glued to the bed, it wouldn’t move a centimetre. Wow, all that running really did tire me out. So instead, I try and move my fingers on my right hand, to let him know that I was awake. I managed to wiggle them enough to get his attention. He stopped crying and now his eyes were focused on me, fully alert.

 

"Angel? Angel, sweetheart, can you hear me?" he asked softly, his voice weak and shaky from crying. I managed to get my head to do a slight nod. I saw his face light up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, my, gosh. Thankyou god." He sighed in relief. He reached his hand out and placed it on my cheek, I leaned my cheek into his hand snuggling into it. He smiled at my action and kissed my forehead.

"Oh baby, I was so worried about you. I thought you might have never woken." He said, his voice shaking even more as he said 'woken', and a tear made its way down his cheek. What does he mean by that? How long was I out for? It couldn’t be that long right? Maybe a couple hours. I took a big gulp, moistening my throat so that I could speak. I opened my mouth to ask a bunch of questions that were rolling around in my head, but the only word that came out was…

 

"water." I told him, meaning I was asking for water. He looked confused at first, but then caught what I was saying, and immediately exited the room. He came back with a glass of water, and he helped me sit up so that I could drink the water. I hungrily drank down the water, taking big gulps and almost drowning myself. I drank down the whole glass of water quickly, and Louis looked at me in disbelief.

 

"Wow… you must be really thirsty." He said shocked. I managed to smile, as a blush crept its way up my cheek. He smiled at me and took the glass from my hands, placing it on the bedside table.

 

"Louis?" I finally spoke, getting his attention. He focused intently on me, as if everything I did was his air supply.

 

"Yes love?" he asked sweetly, urging me to go on.

 

"What happened? And how long was I out for?" I asked him. The expression on his face changed as those words escaped my mouth. He looked like he was debating something in his head, or thinking deeply about something. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke up.

 

"Uhmm, well, you escaped the cabin. And we found you in the forest, unconscious on the ground. You got a bit of hyperthermia and you slipped into a coma. For about, um… a week." He told me. My mouth dropped agape, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. A WEEK??!! That’s how long I was out for? I thought I was out for a couple hours but… a week?! An entire 7 days I was out for? How is that possible? It felt like just a couple hours. No wonder I felt so week and dehydrated, and now that I think of it, I was really hungry too. I began hyperventilating. I slipped into a coma for a week, and there was a chance I wasn’t going to wake up? Louis looked frightened by my actions.

"Angel, sweety, please calm down. If you keep hyperventilating like that, your going to pass out again." He told me, as calmly as he could, but I knew that he was freaking out on the inside. He was probably so protective of me right now, considering there was a chance I could have never woken.

"Angel, please take a deep breath and calm down." He told, more like ordered me. I followed what he said and took a deep breath, calming myself down.

 

"But how Louis? How did I slip into a coma?" I asked him, slightly out of breath from hyperventilating.

 

"Well it was pretty cold in the forest, and you were there for quite a long time, and I guess you had a case of hyperthermia, and you slipped into a coma. What's the last thing you remember Angel?" he asked me.

 

"Well, I remember escaping this cabin, running as much as I could through the forest trying as much as I could to escape this place, and then I just collapsed onto the ground and blacked out. Then someone shook me awake, it was Carolina. Wait… where is she?" I asked alarmed and concerned. The boys might have done something bad to her!

"Its alright. She's with Niall. She's fine Angel." He assured me. I let out a sigh of relief. I thought about the talk Carolina and I had. It really felt nice to have such a normal conversation with another girl. I miss that. I remember how I always talked with my best friend Emma like that. Our fun times together. Wait… I shouldn’t be here right now. I should be running right now, trying as hard as I can to get out of this horrible place. I should have reached my family, my friends. I cant believe I ended up back here. It was silent while I thought to myself, and soon Louis broke the silence.

 

 "Why did you run away angel? Why were you trying so desperately to get away from us? From me…" he said, his voice angered a bit at the start, but then softening up to above a whisper when he said 'from me'. Now it was my turn to get angry. He said that like I ran away for no reason at all, that I was mental for running away. But guess what I'm NOT mental, because I've got reasons for running away. Actually I've got A LOT of them, that they should have saw this coming, they should have know I was going to run away sooner or later. Did they actually think I was going to stay here, and let myself get hurt and forced to stay against my own will. NO! I've got a family, who's probably freaking out right now because I've been missing for who knows how long. My friends are probably crying their eyes out, and tiring themselves out  trying to find me. HECK! The whole towns probably trying to find me. And if their kind enough to go through that much just to try and find me, then I should at least help them out by getting the heck out of here. And what if that dream I had, was true? What if they actually thought I was dead already, what if they gave up on trying to find me, and turning to the worst possibilities on what could have happened to me, like me being dead? If that was true, then I would have to work twice as hard to get out of here. I need to try and get out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do. I have to show them that I'm  not dead, that I'm  very much alive, just being held hostage by 5 stranger boys. I'd rather die trying to get out of here, then spend the rest of my life in this h*ll hole. From that moment on, I made a vow to myself that I would try everything to try and get out of here, I would do anything to escape this place. I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot Louis was still beside me, waiting for me to answer his question.

 

"Do you think I ran away for no reason at all? That I was completely mental for running away? Well I'm  not. Cuz you know why Louis? I've got TONS of reasons for running away. You boys keep my here held hostage for who knows how long, when I've got family and friends probably freaking out and tiring themselves trying to find me. I've got a life Louis, that I so desperately want to get back to, and not be trapped here in this h*ll hole. And the longer I spend down here, the more I get hurt. I've been beaten, drugged, knocked out and probably going to keep getting beaten, drugged, knocked out and many more the longer I stay down here! Everyday I've been here, its been h*ll for me! I DON’T WANT TO STAY HERE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE LOUIS!! DON’T YOU GET IT??!! You boys think that you can keep me down here, and keep me from going back to my life. But guess what? Your wrong. I will get of here Louis. I'm  not staying here, if those were your plans for me, sorry to break it to you, but those plans are ruined. Because I will do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to get out of here. I wont let myself be held prisoner by stranger boys that hurt me everyday. My family already lost a daughter, their not losing this one too. So just put that in your head Louis, that I'm  NOT staying here, and that I will get out of here. I'd rather die trying to get out of here, then spend the rest of my life here." I concluded, letting ALL of my anger out. I looked at Louis with fury in my eyes, I could just feel the adrenaline of my anger, which caused me to give that speech. Louis looked shocked, hurt and a bit angry too. It was quiet after that, my anger slowly fading away, leaving my body, and instantly the anger is replaced by shock and guilt. Guilty for yelling at Louis like that, when all he's been to me was nice, I just realized he never actually hurt me, he was actually always there for me whenever I did get hurt. And shocked that I actually had it in me to deliver such a speech. I looked at Louis again, instead with guilt in my eyes. He looked lost in thought, like he was debating on what to say next, but he still looked hurt, and occasionally a tear would slip out of his eye, making me feel even more guilty for unleashing my anger at him, when really, it should have been the other boys I unleashed my anger at. Finally Louis took a big gulp, and talked.

 

"A-Angel, I'm  so sorry you feel this way. I-I really don’t know what to say because, well… everything you said was true. We ARE awful boys, we DO always hurt you. And you don’t deserve to live your life like this Angel. We took you from a life you should have lived, we took you from family and friends, and at the time, it seemed almost worth it, but now, I realised it was stupid and selfish of us. I'm  sorry for everything the boys have done to you, as well as for the selfish things I've done. I wish I could rewind time so that you never had to go through that. Angel, I'm  so sorry…" Louis faded off, tears flowing down his face. Now I felt even more guilty. He never did anything to me, he never did anything selfish. He was always there for me when I need someone, or when I was hurt, and he always cared for me. I made him feel even more awful, but he didn’t even do anything wrong. I made him hurt when actually it was the other boys who deserved to feel the pain. I reached out my hand to his face and wiped his cheeks free of tears. He looked up at me, with sad and angry eyes. The anger wasn’t for me, I knew that, it was for him. He was angry at himself, thinking this was all his fault, but it wasn’t. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, after wiping them free of tears.

 

"Louis, none of this was your fault. I should have never unleashed my anger out on you because you never did anything wrong. You were always there for me when I needed someone the most, and you always cared for me, you never hurt me. You never did anything selfish Louis, so don’t beat yourself up for something you didn’t do." I told him, wanting him to stop hurting himself over something he didn’t do.

 

"No, you don’t understand Angel. I have done something, something very selfish. And… and, I don’t know what to do about it. Everyday, I keep doing the same selfish thing, and it kills me, but its something out of my control."

 

"Louis, what is it? What’s the selfish thing you've done everyday?" I asked him. Curiosity growing in my mind.

 

"For wanting something so desperately, that I know I cant have." He told me. And with that, he cupped my face in his hands, and attached his lips to mine. He kissed me passionately. Fireworks erupted in my stomach as we moved in sync. His lips felt soft and sweet against mine, and I wanted to stay like this forever. It felt good, I felt happy and… free. Just like I did in the forest in my dream. This is the first time I EVER felt happy since I got kidnapped. And I may be trapped in this cabin, yet I felt so free. He soon pulled away, sooner than I would've wanted. Both of us slightly breathless.

"Angel, your what I cant have. You’re the selfish act that I do everyday, because Angel… I love you. I always have and I always will. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and that your disgusted by me right now, but I just had to get that out, because it was eating me alive. I'm probably wrong for feeling like this, but I just cant help it. I cant do anything about it."

 

"Your right Louis. You are wrong-" I started, but was cut off by Louis.

 

"I know Angel, I'm  so sorry for feeling like this." He said as he put his face in his hands to hide his shame. I sighed, and removed his hands from his face. I lifted his head up to look me in the eyes.

 

"No, Louis, you didn’t let me finish. You're wrong… for thinking I don’t feel the same way, and that I'm  disgusted by you. Because I'm  not. In all honesty, I do feel the same way Louis. I've felt it ever since I met you in the car. I love you Louis." I softy told him. His face lit up and he pulled me in for a kiss. He lay down beside me, both of us staring at each other lovingly. I cant believe we just confessed our love for each other, but I know its going to be hard from now on, because the boys cant know. They might hurt me, or even worse, Louis, for feeling this way. And I just cant stand the thought of Louis hurt. I'd rather be beaten a thousand times, then see Louis get hurt. I've only know this boy for about a week or so (excluding when I had a coma) and I already love him. But I cant help the nagging feeling in the back of my head saying we've met before and that I've known him way longer. Or maybe its just one of the feelings that came with being in love, I don’t know, but I want to find out. I'm going to ask Louis if I ever knew him before he kidnapped me, but not today, enough emotion has been poured out today. I'll save that talk and probably emotional subject for another day. And also, the boys never told me why they kidnapped me in the first place. They need to tell me, I will confront them soon.

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A/N hey guys!! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! I was so busy all week again and unfortunately had no writing time. Anyways, hope you like this chapter! There was lots of emotion in this chapter, which made it quiet hard to write. So… Angel and Louis confessed their love for each other! YAY!! And will Angel confront the boys about the reasons for her kidnapping? I don’t know, you'll find out in the next chapter. THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING!! Please like, fan, favourite and comment! Would truly appreciate it.

 

~CAM~

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