Bad Boy

My eyes are closed but the barrel of the gun is nested on the back of my head. My heart is racing, pouncing against my chest. It was beating so loudly I was surprised he couldn't hear it. I hadn't even got to lay my eyes on him, the man that would consume my fait. He has my life in his hands, and he loved every second of it. He wanted me scared, but I was not going to cower, I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. My eyes stayed close, but I knew I had to force them open. If I was going to die, he would have to look into my eyes as I did. He had to feel the pain that I would. I turned around, and opened my eyes. My voice had left, and there he was starring right back at me.


8. Days on

I had been here for a couple weeks, and it almost seemed like each day went by in a pattern. Harry hadn't bothered to touch me, he didn't even talk to me since he found out I was pregnant. I thought it was a good thing, it was one more thing less that I had to worry about.

I spent every night in Niall's room, and other than that I just hung around. I wasn't allowed to leave the house. I remember the one time I tried to, I got beaten pretty bad. Cracked two ribs, and gave me a black eye. Zayn was who intrigued me the most out of all of them.

He would always told me how much he admired me, but he would hurt me the most. He had no feelings, he didn't care about you. You were his little game, and he just wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke.

He knew when to stop with me, he would push me right until I almost broke, but he never made me break. He could tell what I was thinking, and knew what I wanted without me having to speak a word. He was so good at reading people, it was a struggle to hide things from him.

The boys have been pretty decent lately, but I knew if I screwed up, or the time came they would have no problem disposing of me. It wouldn't matter if I was pregnant or not, even Niall wouldn't have a problem with it. If it meant saving his own skin, he would do it, and so would all of the other boys.

Now a days, it didn't really seem like they had taken me as hostage. I still hated them for the most part of it, and you can't blame me. I can't trust them, I can't be friends with them, but I was starting to warm up to most of them.

I found it easier to think of Liam, and Louis as friends considering I couldn't remember anything they had done to me. I had no memory of it at all, and I thought that was such a blessing.

There isn't very much to do here anymore, my leg was all healed up, and I wasn't allowed to really do anything. I usually ran downstairs on the treadmill. I used to run when I was in high school, and I thought it would be a good idea. It kept me in shape, and strong.

If they day came when they had to get rid of me, I was going to put up a damn good fight. I never felt safe, I felt the closest to being safe with Niall. He felt bad for me, and I am still trying to figure out a way to manipulate that.

They were all wanted criminals now, their faces plastered up all over the news, and all over the streets. They couldn't leave the house for supplies, they had to get "friends" to bring them supplies, and even that was risky at times.

My face was still plastered all of the news, they all assumed that I was still alive because they hadn't found any evidence of me being dead. It was a hope for my family I guess. I still had no clue where we were, I didn't know if we were still in the city, on the outskirts, or even in a different state.

I was never allowed outside, and I still had restrictions in the house. I wasn't allowed in any of the boys room besides Niall's. And that was only because Niall told them he wanted more "Private Time" with me.

If I wasn't with Niall at night, I can almost guarantee  that I would be in Zayn's room. He scared me, not as badly as Harry did. Harry was more physical torture, and Zayn was more mental. He liked to play tricks with your mind. Which quite frankly I would rather deal with the physical torture. I hated when he would mess with my head.

Other than the boys rooms I was allowed to go anywhere in the house. They would never let me in the attack, but I didn't want to go up there anyways. I wouldn't dare go into Harry's room ever again.

I was sitting in the living room with Louis watching a hockey game. I didn't really pay to much attention to hockey, but when you have nothing to do it gets really entertaining. Louis seemed to be a big fan anyways.

The rest of the boys were in the basement having a meeting, but one of them had to watch me at all times.

"Louis can I ask you something?"  I asked.

"Ask away love" He said smiling.

In a way Louis treated me like a little sister. I didn't argue with it, I just went along with it. If I would object to anything they did or said, it would result in a beating.

" Niall.. what happened to Jess?" I asked turning my entire body facing his on the couch.

"Awe yes. Jess the reason you are still alive" He said.

" How do you know that?"

"He told me Brook, he told me how he couldn't shoot you. He told me shooting you would be like shooting Jess" Louis explained.

"What happened to her?" I asked

"Niall was suppose to come pick her up, she was in a bad neighborhood. But Harry called him drunk, and he needed help. Apparently Harry had lost some money, and he needed some back up. So Niall left her in the neighborhood. He honestly didn't have a choice, Harry was his closest friend at the time. Anyways, I guess Jess decided she didn't want to wait for Niall anymore, and she started to walk home. Which no offense was so stupid on her half, she knows not to walk alone at that time in the wrong neighborhood. These three guys I guess needed some money, I don't know what for, but they targeted Jess. She didn't even stand a chance. She was so tiny, and sweet, she honestly couldn't hurt a fly. There was three of these guys, big guys, and they all raped her, only before they shot her, and left her in the street to die"

"Oh my god, that's horrible"

"Niall was the first person to find her... he blames himself for it really. But it wasn't his fault." Louis said.

"Has he actually killed anyone before Louis?"

"Yes, he had, and doing it without a second thought, or a single care. He is a killer Brook, you just haven't seen that side of him. He fall under his last good side, and you are damn lucky you did. If you didn't Harry would have been the least of your problems now."


This is Brooklynn


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