Payne Twins

Ian and Liam were opposites. Liam had few tattoos and rarely wore leather, whilst Ian's body was lost in ink and piercings. Aside their differences, they depended on each other for everything.
But after Ian makes a horrible accident, Liam and Ian's whole relationship could end in tatters.
With their parents thought dead by the car crash, and Jarred taunting them, they find the help of perky Niall, and a reluctant Zayn.
Plan Kill Jarred is a go, and the four only have a limited time to save Ian and Liam's parents, and there own lives.


10. chapter 10: flashback

Liam's POV

~flashback (seven Y/old)~

My feet crunched on the gravel. I wasn't sure where I was, but I was beginning to feel scared. In my haste I had gotten lost somewhere in the bad side of town.

Mom must be worried. I guess I overreacted, but I hated it when mommy and daddy fought. It seemed worse then normal. I crossed my arms, eyeing the dirty, empty houses surrounding me.

They were rough and tattered, the wood connected to the house by just a few threads. The doors were off the hinges, stuck in the doorway.

I bit my lip. Fear was forming in my stomach. I was so far in I didn't which way was back to home. I walked faster, constantly looking behind me. I felt like I was being followed.

I swallowed, tears brimming my eyes. I wanted to go home. I wanted mommy and daddy. I wanted Ian. We were supposed to be leaving for a trip soon.

I felt a hand grasp my shoulder with a death grip. I screamed, but the man clamped his other hand over my mouth. He picked me up by my waist, carrying me to a near by house.

I kicked and screamed, crying hysterically. I punched his gut, but he tightened his grip on me. He kicked down the broken door, stepping inside.

It was dark. It was scary. The man carried me up the creaky, cracked wooden stairs. He kicked open another door, but this one had hinges. He slammed shut the door with his foot.

He threw me in the bed, glaring at me. My head smashed against the headboard, blood pouring out. I cried harder, throwing a tantrum.

"Listen, prat, don't fucking scream." The man growled. He wore tattered clothing. I shut my mouth, terrified of the consequences if I didn't listen to him.

"L-et m-m-me g-go!" I whispered, silently sobbing.

"Not before you make me a deal." He smiled wickedly, grabbing my collar. I stared up at him, mouth gaping. My cheeks were hurting from crying.

"You can go home, after you tell me who your parents are." He smirked, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"NO!" I shouted, kicking his gut. He tightened his grip on my collar, holding his gut with his other hand.

"Listen Liam! Fucking tell me you brat!" He shouted, slapping me across the face. My cheek felt like it was bursting into flames from the pain.

"Karen and Geoff!" I screamed, trying desperately to reach the door.

"Thank you, Liam." He whispered. He let go off my collar, laughing wickedly.

I bursted out the door, running out of the house. I ran, never stopping. My heart was beating rapidly, my blood rushing. My head was pounding from smashing it on the headboard.

I ran.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...