Life on the Run

When something happens to Bree's parents that they won't recover from, Bree and her two sisters, Gabriella and Aubrey, have to run away. Trouble always seems to find them when they are alone. When Bree get separated from her sisters she gets into major trouble. Will she be able to escape this trouble? What happens if she gets caught? Will they hurt her? Will anybody be able to help her? Read to find out.


2. Capture

I watched him walk to the car and drive away before I closed the door and went inside. When I got in the living room I screamed.

I was frozen with shock. I couldn't run. My instincts were screaming at me to turn around and run outside, to call Niall, to get away from that place, but my feet were glued to the floor, I couldn't move.  The two men stared at me for a couple minutes and all I could do was stare back. Suddenly an agonized shriek came from somewhere inside my throat, I didn't even recognize the sound coming from my own body.

"What are you doing?!" I found my voice and screamed trying to get over to my parents lying on the floor.

At the same moment that I took the smallest step, the two men standing across the room from me darted towards me. I suddenly I found the strength to pick  my feet up again and I bolted. I ran out the door and down the street, the men right on my tail. I didn't stop running until my toe got caught on the curb and I fell flat on the ground scraping my knees and hands in the process. It seemed like I was being ripped off the ground before I even hit it. I was in one of the man's arms kicking and screaming trying to get away as he carried me back to my house. He was too strong for me, I was scratching and clawing and then one of my hands caught his face and left long red scratch marks from his forehead to his lips. He yelled in protest and then threw me on the ground. I smacked my head on the hard pavement and everything got blurry as I tried to get back up but the pain in my head was to much, forcing me to lay back down.

"Gees Frank! What are you trying to do? Murder her? We have to save her until Boss gets back. Now pick her up and bring her inside!" One of the men yelled.


I woke up to my bed moving sideways and going over bump after bump. When I sat up I squeezed my eyes shut trying to make the dizziness go away. After a couple minutes I opened them and I could see clearly again. I wasn't in my bed, I was in the back off a van and we were driving somewhere, but I couldn't see. There were no windows. What person buys a van with no windows, murders somebody, kidnaps there daughter and then drives off in a blacked-out van? They are just screaming "Look at me! Look at me! I'm a criminal! Look over here!" I mean seriously.

"She's awake!" One of the men called. The sudden loud sound made me flinch, I had a massive headache. I didn't realize that the man was sitting next to me until I looked over.

"Where are we going?" I asked him in a hoarse voice.

"Where ever I say we are going!" He yelled at me, again I flinched away from the sound. I decided I should just keep my mouth shut.

And so I did, about 15 minutes later the van came to a stop, and I heard the front door open and close. A couple seconds later the back door next to me opened and I was jerked out of the seat, probably giving me whiplash.

"Ow! Calm down, I'll go with you!" I yelled at him trying to get my feet under me, he was walking so fast. I couldn't see anything very well because it was still dark out but it looked like we were outside a house, there weren't any other houses around it. Were we out of the city?

After he practically dragged me through the living room he pushed me down some stairs and into the basement. He walked me to the end of the hall and after he opened a door, I was being shoved inside it. After I recovered from being thrown I looked back at the door and it was already closed. I was trapped.

What were they going to do to me? Were they going to murder me? Who was their boss? Why was he doing this? Was I ever going to see my family again?

That last question brought on all the emotion I was feeling since the bar. I started crying harder than I think I've ever cried before. My sisters had no idea where I was, they wouldn't be able to find me. My parents were dead, they defiantly weren't going to find me. I was alone and nobody would ever be able to find me. Niall. Oh Niall, I would never be able to get to see him again either.

A second round of hysteria started after I thought of Niall. Why was I crying over a boy I've only ever met once? I probably wouldn't see him again anyways. Even if he would visit his mum, he was probably just saying that to make me feel better.

"Shut it up in there!" Somebody yelled from the other side of the door. I recognized that voice by now, it was Frank.

I tried to quiet my crying by putting my hands over my mouth, but it wasn't working. The door burst open and I screamed with fear. Frank came over to me and slapped me right across the face so hard knocking me to my side on the floor.

"I'm sorry! I won't do it ag-." I whimpered as I held the side of my face. But before I could finish, something hard connected with my stomach causing the air from my lungs to be pushed out. It was his foot, and as I gasped for air he kicked me again.

He kicked me once more again before he went over to the door. I thought he was leaving, instead he locked the door and walked back to me.

Is this the end? I thought. Is this where he is going to murder me, and then leave my body on the side of the road for some unfortunate passerby. What if one of my friends found my body? What if it was Niall? No! Stop thinking about that stuff! That's not going to happen. I'm not going to get murdered. Then why did they have me here? What was their plan for me?

After Frank came back, he stood over me and just looked at me. He looked at me as if he was examining me. Like I was a piece of meat at the butcher and he couldn't decide if he wanted me or not.

"Stand up." He ordered. I did what he said, not wanting to get another beating.

"Take off your jacket." A little confused, I took it off and dropped it on the floor. "And your dress, come on, I don't have all day." Now I realized where this was going. He couldn't be trying to do this to me too. Except this was worse, he was making me undress myself, as if I wanted him to, opening myself up to him.

After I took my dress off he jumped at me, knocking me over. I hit my head on the floor, again causing the blurry vision to come upon me. But this time I didn't pass out, I was hoping I would so I wouldn't have to witness this horror about to happen, but I  never passed out. I watched him pull my underwear down, then his pants along with his own underwear. Why did this have to be me? Why did they have to do this at all?

I tried to look away from him but he grabbed my face forcing me to look him in the eyes as he raped me. I was to groggy and out of it to try and run away, he would probably just hurt me anyways. He continued to rape me, faster and harder until I felt searing pain in my stomach, what was happening? I looked down and saw his hand in a fist over my stomach. Then I gasped as he lifted his hand which was followed by a short silver blade dripping in my blood. Why did he stab me? What did I do to him?

The fog cleared over my head as I realized what had happened, I clenched my stomach crying now in pain. Frank just got up, adjusted his clothes and left.

I knew this was the end, this is the place I was going to die in, in this exact spot on the concrete floor. In this old abandoned house, with nobody left to find me. While my dress and Niall's jacket lay spread out across the floor and I lay here naked. I'm going to die.

Wait, Niall's jacket. He could have something in there. I rolled over and started crawling to my clothes, holding back the screams of agony as my cut open stomach dragged across the floor. I grabbed the jacket, trying to find the pockets with my hands shaking like a leaf in the cold and dark room. It was no easy task, but when I found the pocket I stuck my hand in it. It was empty. I quickly searched for the other pocket, coming across it with ease as there was something in it. I ripped the item out of the pocket. Could it really be? Could this be the thing that saves me from this hell? I frantically started squeezing every side of it trying to get it to turn on. Finally the bright light blinded me causing me to flinch back, almost dropping the phone. I tried to press the phone button but instead I pressed the call log button. Before I closed it I saw a name I recognized. Harry Styles. I immediately pressed call, it rung once, twice, five times before he finally answered.

"Hello. Niall what do you want, It's 6 o'clock in the morning." He said sounding tired with his deep, husky voice.

"This isn't Niall, my name is Breanna Foster. My parents were murdered by the same people who have kidnapped me, I've been stabbed. You have to help me! Call the police. Please, I'm begging you." I said in a quiet, rushed voice. Trying to hurry before one of the men came back.

"Is this a joke? Seriously Niall, this isn't funny." He said starting to get upset.

"This isn't a joke! I need your help, before they ki-" I was cut off.

"What do you think you're doing?" One of the men yelled from behind me.

I screamed. "Please don't hurt me!" I said pushing myself against the wall. "I just want to go home, why are you doing this?" I started crying again.

"Give me the phone." He said sounding calm. This obviously wasn't Frank.

"I'm sorry." I whispered quietly. Trying not to make him mad.

"It's a good thing Frank didn't catch you, you wouldn't see daylight again if he did." He disciplined me.

"Why are you doing this?" I repeated quietly.

"I don't have a choice, she'll murder my family." He said matching my tone.

I stood up. "So you think it's okay to go around and murder somebody else's?!" I said, yelling now in disbelief. "What am I supposed to do now? I'm only 17! Who's supposed to give me a place to live? Who's supposed to make me feel better when I get hurt? Who's supposed to comfort me when something bad happens? Who's supposed to make me feel loved like every child should feel?" My voice cracked at the end, the emotions getting to me. I hugged my knees and started crying again. The man just walked away and left. Leaving me alone with my thoughts again. I hoped Harry heard all that, I hoped he believed me now.

I suddenly remembered my stab wound and put my hands down to touch it. Bad idea. My hand was covered in blood, I could feel it. I started crying even more, hyperventilating. I couldn't breathe, but suddenly I froze.

"I told you not to hurt her! You were supposed to be gone by the time she got home! Now she is going to go to the police when we let her go. I can't believe you did this to me!" I heard someone whispering outside the door.

"Gabby?" I whispered to myself. It wasn't Gabby, I just missed my sisters so much I was starting to imagine that they were here with me. I wish they were. No, I don't wish that they were here with me because then they would feel like I do. Alone, hurt, broken. I wished I was with them, who knows where that was at the moment, but it was probably better than here.

Just then - as if they could hear me - the door burst open. In walked Frank, I assumed, he was much bigger than the other man and somebody else I didn't recognize. They both had masks on so i couldn't see there faces. I assumed it was a women because she was much, much smaller than the man. Frank looked like a giant compared to her. He walked over to me while the women walked to the corner. I turned my attention back to Frank.

"Get up!" he ordered.

"Where are we going?" I asked confused.

"You are going over there." He pointed to the corner with the woman in it, "we are going to be back in a couple of days. James upstairs will keep you company. You better behave while we're gone or you will be punished when we get back." He threatened.

I gulped just nodding my head, it was all I could do. He pulled me over to the corner by my hair. I cried out when he pushed me down. I landed on something hard, besides the floor.

"Shut up you little skank!" He yelled at me. How was I the skank?

The women grabbed my ankle and put something cold and hard around it. I didn't realize what it was until I moved my leg causing the metal to clank together. I was chained to the floor, they had the key, and they were now leaving for days.

I sat in the room for a couple of hours just thinking about all that's happened so far until the door opened causing me to flinch back instinctively. It was the other man from upstairs, James I think his name was. He walked over to me - tray in his hands - and set a tray in front of me.  On the tray there was a banana, two pieces of bread and a granola bar along with a glass of water.

"I'll bring you food down three times a day. I'll be back in fifteen minutes to collect the tray whether you're done or not." And with that he turned around and left. I was so hungry that I didn't even wait 'til he was gone to start eating. After I could get the banana open, I ate it in three bites, drank half the water, ate the bread, drank some more water, scarfed down the granola bar and then finished off the water all in a matter of minutes.

He was back in what must have been 15 minutes. And then once again I was alone with my thoughts, only this time I didn't think of all the bad things that have happened, or all of the bad things that they could do to me. I thought of escaping and how I'd do it. I thought of Niall again, and what could happen if we ever met again. We could get married, and have children. Grow old on our porch swing watching our grandkids run around the yard.

The swinging of the door interrupted my fantasies. James walked in, I was expecting him to be carrying a tray, telling me it was time to eat. But he wasn't  and he looked like he was in a hurry.

"You gotta go, somebody is here to pick you up." he said hurriedly.

"Wait, what are you talking about? You're just going to let me go?" I asked shocked, why was I arguing with him? I was about to be set free.

"Yes, I would explain it to you but I don't have time. Frank and Boss are going to be back early. Go now, I won't tell them where you went. I'll tell them you escaped some how, broke the chain, just go." he said sounding afraid.

For some reason I felt sorry for this man, what if they murdered his family? Wait, why was I sorry for him? He kidnapped me. But he never did hurt me, and he said he was forced to. You heard him. Before I was done mentally arguing with myself in my head, I took a step towards him and gave him a hug, I don't know what I was thinking, it could have been a trap, but I did it. And then before he could react, I pulled I way.

"Thank you." I whispered.

I ran for the door, not caring about my bruised and stiff legs protesting against my every move. I started running up the stairs when I remembered my stomach. The hole in my stomach stopped bleeding by now but it still hurt like heck. It wasn't very deep, thank god, but just thinking about it made my head spin. I fell on my knees and tried to crawl up the stairs, when I was picked up.

I screamed thinking that he was just tricking me, he was bringing me back down to the basement, to punish me for trying to escape, but I stopped when I realized we were moving up the stairs. He was helping me. He carried me to the front door and put me down.

"Hurry, I hope you will be safe." he told me before he turned around and ran somewhere else in the house. I didn't need to think twice, this was my only chance to get out. I stumbled out the door and into the bright blinding light of the outdoors. I haven't seen the sunlight for over 24 hours, it hurt my eyes making me close them reflexively. But I forced them open and - squinting - I saw a dark Audi R8. I only knew this because it was Harry Styles's car.

The car door opened and he ran towards me. When I reached him I collapsed in his arms. He towed me to the car not asking any questions yet. When I was safely inside and buckled he went to the other side, jumped in and quickly drove away from the house. When I realized that I was safe I burst into tears.

As I was crying  Harry took off his jacket and laid it over me. I just then realized that I was still in only my bra and underwear. But I didn't care, the only thing I cared about was that I was safe, they couldn't hurt me anymore.

"Harry?" I asked.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

"How did you find me?" I asked quickly.

"Well, I assume you know who I am, and well when you called me I was confused at first because you were using Niall's phone, and it wasn't him. And also because I live with Niall and he was sleeping when you called me. I knew something was wrong so I called uncle Simon and had him trace the number to find where you were. And then I drove down here and here I am." he told me still quiet.

Why was he talking so quietly? It wasn't until he turned his head to look at me that I saw the tears in his eyes.

"What's wrong Harry?" Why was he crying? I didn't understand.

"I heard what you said on the phone to that guy, nobody should have to go through that. I'm sorry. And last night, well this morning, when Niall got home he couldn't stop talking about you. He just kept saying how pretty you were and you had to most gorgeous brown eyes and curly red hair. And how he found you in the bathroom but he wouldn't tell me what happened. I kind of guessed what happened, hoping I would be wrong, but I wasn't. He finally told me everything that happened. He said that when he dropped you off and he walked you to your door he wanted to come inside with you, he wanted to stay with you all night and make you happy. But he knew he couldn't do that. And when he left he was so worried he wasn't going to see you again. That he didn't even get your number to call you the next morning. That he gave you his jacket and it still had his phone in it, that gave him hope, he thought that he could use my phone to call you and you'd answer it and come back to him." He laughed. Then he was serious. "But when you called me off of his phone I thought you just wanted to talk to Niall. And then when you said all that stuff that happened I thought it was just Niall playing a joke on me, that he didn't really lose his phone and he had one of his friends say all that. I didn't believe you at first, but then you sounded so scared and I wanted to help you, I wanted you to stop suffering. I'm so sorry." He said and a tear slid down his cheek.

"Harry, none of that was your fault. I'm safe now because of you. You did help me. Thank you." I said feeling bad that he felt this way.

"Where is Niall?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"At the hospital." He said.

I gasped. "What! Why?"

"Don't worry, he is there waiting for you." He said quickly.

"Oh." Was all that I could think to say.

And then we pulled up to the hospital. I went to get out of the car and stood up only to fall back down. The adrenaline of escaping wore off, I was to weak and beat up to even stand. Harry was at my side, immediately picking me up, carrying me bridal style. I just put my head against his chest, not realizing I was tired until now, and fell asleep before we even reached the doors to the hospital.






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