Going For A Jog

Emma West is just your average 17 year old girl. She loves One Direction. She is insecure about herself. She likes doing her hair and make up. She is out jogging one day when something completely unexpected happens!


24. Why Don't We Go There

I have been walking for a few hours now and my feet hurt and I am getting tired and hungry. I am lucky I was start enough to grab my jacket on the way out or else I would have been cold as well. It has been dark now for a while. I should probably find a place to sleep. Maybe I can hitch a ride to a hotel or something... I check my iPod and it says that it is nine thirty. That means the boys are home and have more than likely found out I was gone and are probably looking for me. I don't want to be found. I can't be found. I have come too far and risked too much to get caught again. If I get caught, I will never be trusted alone again and they will probably take away my iPod so I can't text Madison and... and... and! I get so frustrated that I just want to curl up and cry but I don't because if I do, they will find me and take me back. So instead, I just wipe my eyes and keep walking. I see car headlights ahead, up in the road. This is my chance! I can hitch a ride and get back to California! As the car nears, I see that it is a black van. My eyes widen. I am about to turn and run when they pull over next to me. "Excuse me, love, have you seen a girl. Seventeen, kinda short, blonde, very pretty, and-" Harry looks up when Liam interrupts him by saying, "Emma!" He jumps out of the car and hugs me. I look at him really confused because shouldn't they be mad? Why is he happy to see me? I look at the others, they don't look as happy as Liam but they don't look as mad as I was expecting. He finally lets go of me and holds me at arm's length, his eyes roaming over my body. "Are you okay?" I just nod. He lets go of me fully and says, "Are you going to do it the easy way or the hard way?" I am tired and have no energy left in me to fight them. They would catch me anyways, and be more mad, so why bother? "Easy" I mumble. "The real easy way or the easy way that you chose last time?" Harry butts in. I just look at him, "The real way." They all nod and get in the car. "Um. Em, there aren't enough seats so you have to sit on someone's lap." I look to see who is sitting in the backseat. Harry, Niall, and Liam. "Ok" I climb on Liam's lap and at first he seems surprised but after a minute he wraps his arms securely around my last. We have a couple of hours before we get home so I snuggle into his chest and fall quickly asleep. 

"Emma. Em, you have to get up." I am being shook. "Mmhhhhmmm." "Do you want me to carry you?" It depends on who you are. I open one eye. It's Liam. I close my eyes and nod sleepily. I feel his strong arms grab me around the waist and lift me up like I am a doll. He must work up. I snuggle into his chest again and close my eyes as he carries me into the house. I expect him to take me up to my room but he doesn't go up any stairs. I think we are either in the kitchen or the living room. My suspicions are confirmed when Liam sits down with me still in his lap. I try to move and get up but his grip on me just tightens. I sigh and stop struggling. I open my eyes, as expected, all the boys are in the living room, staring at me. And that is all that goes on for a couple of minutes but finally Zayn breaks the silence, "Why?" I am dumbfounded. Isn't it obvious? How oblivious are these guys? "Why do you think?" I reply coldly. "We don't know. That is why we are asking. Because we thought you were happy, that we could trust each other, that we gave you everything you could possibly ask for. So why did you try to run away?" It is Harry this time. I sigh. "Because I miss my family and friends and my house and my dog and I even miss school! Because I miss being able to go out with my friends. And do stuff. And I miss being able to go outside. I miss being to do as I please. I miss my freedom. But most of all, I miss my life." I say bluntly, tears forming in my eyes. How do they not realize that you aren't supposed to be best friends with your kidnappers? Like what? They are quiet again, just staring at me. "We're sorry, Em. We have a good reason for doing what we did." I raise my eyebrows. "Well, I have yet to hear it. If it is such a good reason then tell me. Tell me why you decided to kidnap me. Why you decided to drag me away from my friends and family and my life. Tell me." I demanded. They all look around at each other, uncomfortably. It's such a good reason that they can't tell me? What the hell? "If you think that you can just kidnap me and have sex with me, then you need to get your head out of your ass." They look shocked. Niall stutters out, "Em, we wouldn't use you for sex. I don't know where you got that idea. Have any of us made any advances on you at all? Because if someone has, they will get some serious shit from the rest of us." I shook my head. "Then where did you get that idea?" I shrug. "Read too many fictions I guess. But why won't you tell me? Am I not good enough to know? Are you going to kill me?" They all look at me like I am crazy. "Emma, it's not you. We can't tell you." I look angrily at him, "Why?!" "Because..." he starts slowly. "... you are related to one of us and they made us promise not to tell you until the time is right." I am about to get angry, when I process his words. Related to one of them...? My eyes get wide as I look around at all of them. I have no clue who it could be, they all look guilty. The only thing that runs through my mind is; What the actual fuck?

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