I wait an hour with the boys outside Noah's hospital room. It's pitch black. It's the middle of the night.
Doctors never stop coming in and out of the room. I bite my fingernails. Niall and Liam care so much, they sit on either side of me, holding my hands.
One doctor comes out of the room, his head down, his eyes sad. No.
"I'm sorry, we did everything we could. It was too late," He says.
I let out a blood curdling cry, throwing my face into my hands. I want to scream. Nothing good ever happens to me anymore. The one thing I had. Gone. Liam and Niall bury their faces, and Zayn talks to the doctor. "What was it?" Zayn asks. The doctor sighs. "It was food poisoning." He reveals.
The cookies he ate.
I run out of the hospital and sit outside on a bench, dialing Isaac's number, to confront him, while toying with a bracelet on my wrist Harry once gave me, when a large hand grabs my arm and yanks me aside. I drop my bracelet onto the bench, and I am unable to retrieve it. I am pulled so close to him I can barely breath. "Hey babe," I hear a dark voice say. I know that voice.
It's Isaac's voice.
"Come with me, I won't hurt anybody else," he says seductively in my ear. I only nod. I can't let any one else get hurt.
My eyes are soon covered by a blindfold, the sound of footsteps on gravel the only thing I hear. I am crammed into the trunk of a van, I can feel the small space around me.
He starts to drive.
The car bumps every once and a while, my head hitting the ceiling. I am bruised. I have a headache.
The car stops and the blindfold falls off of me. The trunk opens and he grabs me, pulling me into a small shack off the side of the road. Does he live here?
He places me on a table, my feet dangling off of it. Isaac's hands travel along my body, his hands resting on the insides of my thigh. I push them away, disgusted. I hate this man, but if I try to escape, he will kill me.
He smirks and places them higher up my thigh, leaning in to kiss me, but I dodge him. "Let's have some fun," He whispers, his hands traveling up my shirt, but I shove him away from me, jumping down from the table, but he catches me, slamming me into the wall. His lips land on mine, hungrily, and it soon becomes heavy. I can barely move in his grip, but I don't kiss back. He pulls away, slapping me hard across the cheek. "You aren't doing a very good job," he smiles, and I frown, "I won't do anything to or with you," I state, but his eyes widen, and grow dark.
I feel his hands on my neck.
"Kiss me," he tells me, but I don't. I won't do it.
He has a knife in his hand, and he trails it along my cheek. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks me, and I shake my head. His right hand tightens around my neck, the knife digging a little into my cheek. "How about now?" He asks. I nod. "Beg for it," He smirks, and he releases my neck, and I sigh, blood dripping down my cheek. "Kiss me," I say, with no emotion. "BEG." He repeats. "Kiss me!" I scream, "Kiss me, Isaac! Please!" I say, not meaning it.
But I have to mean it if I want to live.
He picks me up by the waist and places me back on the table, smiling. His lips find his way to mine, and I kiss him back this time, hard. I remember when we used to do this in high school.
I kind of like it.
The shack is only light by a lantern in the corner but it's enough to see the evil glisten in his eyes. His hands trail up and down my stomach, and land on the inside of my thighs, again, but I allow it. I'll give in to anyone right now. I need love after what happened to Noah. My baby Noah.
He pulls away, and pushes me off the table. I land with a thud, my knee scraped. "Clothes. Off." He smirks, but I shake my head. "No. That's enough," I tell him, but he glares at me, ramming me into the corner, his hands on my neck. "I am going to kill you," He tells me, and he chains me to the wall, the cold cuffs against my wrist startle me. He slaps me across the cheek. "Last chance, deary," he tells me, the knife held against my throat.
"Okay," I choke,
"I'll do it."
Leah disappears from the rest of us. We check the bathrooms. We check the rooms, the registration, we check everything. She isn't there. We walk outside, and something is on the bench. It's a bracelet with Beanie's dog tag on it. Harry gave that to her. Why did she leave it?
I call Harry.
"Harry? Harry bro! Where is Leah? She is missing," I say, but he says nothing back. He hangs up the phone.
I am watching the television when I get a call. It's Zayn. "Harry? Harry bro! Where is Leah? She is missing," he says, and I have no time to answer back. Isaac took her. And I am going to save her. I call her phone. "Leah?" I ask. She breathes into the phone, I can hear Isaac's voice in the background. She is breathing hard. He must have been doing something to her. If he touches her like that I swear......
"Harry, Hi," She says, trying to sound normal. "Harry, I'm in a shack on the side of the road, please help me, he is going to-" She whispers, but the phone call disconnects.
Isaac toys at my shirt, trying to get it off when my phone rings. "Please?" I ask. He nods. "Fine, answer it," He growls. It's Harry. "Harry, harry," I say into the phone, but Isaac pushes his lips onto mine, not letting me answer. My breathing is heavy. I whisper where I am. "Harry, please, I'm in a shack on the side of the road, in the country, please help me, he is going to-" I say, but then Isaac overhears. "Now you are going to get it! Let's make this easier for both of us. I'm not going to waste my time with you anymore," He growls, ripping my phone from my hand and whipping it across the room. I watch as it hits the wall and I wince when I hear it smash on the ground. "You mean, your are going to let me go?" I smile, but he lets out a raspy laugh. "No, it means I'm just going to kill you now," He grins.