It was dark in the truck.
Why had the guy taken me? Why not anyone else.?
The dreadful thought came over me.
I've been kidnapped.
I started pounding on the back of the van.
"LET ME OUT!" I screamed.
We pulled to a stop. The van door opened.
"Come on. Get out." The guy said pulling me.
"Watch you're hands!" I say.
This guy obviously had no respect for women.
"What the hell? Why the hell?"
"We know you've been pretty close to Harry Styles lately. He's famous. So where's the money?" He asks.
"I don't know where his money is? Why don't you ask him instead of kidnapping me?"
"Hey! Watch your mouth lady!" He says.
"My name isn't "lady." Look, why don't you just let me go? You can't just take me over money!"
"You're staying here until you figure out where the money is." He says.
I grab Harry and the boys.
"Harry she's waiting on us at McDonalds."
"Thank god. I can't believe this is happening. I can't lose her." Harry says to me.
"Lad, what'd you do?" I ask him.
"Kendall wouldn't leave the house without a hug. Jayda walked in and thought I was cheating." Harry says.
"You messed up. Now you've got to fix it."
"I know. I just don't know if she'll forgive me." He says.
We drive to McDonalds... No Jayda.
I text her.
"Where are you, love?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Hurry up. I'll be outside."
I call Louis.
"Jayda! Where are you!?"
"I don't know , Louis. I was at McDonalds parking lot waiting for you guys and I was stuffed into a van and taken to some dump. This guy is asking me for Harry's money and I'm scared. I don't want to die." I start to cry.
He hands the phone to Harry.
"Calm down. We'll find you. Turn on your location settings and tell me where you are, love. Just breathe." He says to me.
"Okay hold on."
I turn them on.
"I'm at 37 Westchester Ave. About ten minutes away from McDonalds. I don't know what room I'm in. Please help me." My voice starts to crack because of the tears.
"I will be there love." He says.
I walk out.
"Where's the money?" The man asks.
"I don't know."
He smacks me.
"Where is it?" He asks. Aggravated.
"I said I don't know." He hits me again. This time making me fall into glass.
"You'll get two beatings an hour until you tell me where the hell the money is." He says.
I cry. I'm shattered.
I hear car doors. I don't think he heard them though. Harry bursts through the door