Taken

Girls are being snatched up from there homes at night, and torn away from their families. Everyone has heard of it, but she never thought it would happen to her. They call it the cage, there is no way out unless let out it's dark and has no windows. She was kicking and screaming at first but after days she knew nothing was going to happen. They say that the wealthiest of people buy the girls for large sums of money and give them to the sons or whomever they're buying the girls for. They transport the girls from the cage into large homes where is no way out unless you are a worker or a special. Can she become one of the girls who walks in the night air and the light of the camera or will she find out of the worse fate in store for her if she cannot win his favor?

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14. Chapter Fourteen

Amara “You have no right to say anything about her, I loved her!” Harry said stepping even closer to Dylan so they were now almost chest to chest. “You never loved her Harry! Stop lying to yourself, look at your fucking lifestyle, people like YOU don’t love anyone,” Dylan cracked his knuckles at his side. “Oh fuck you Mr. Perfect, Lizzy loved me too, she never cared for you like she does for me and you were just jealous that she fell for me and not her best friend!” “Jealous? Of you! Ha that’s an interesting theory Styles! I could never be jealous of a liar, and… hmm am I forgetting something?... oh, yes! A FUCKING CHEATER! You broke her and didn’t even care, and she was stupid enough to come back to you, so excuse me if I’m sticking up for someone that you’re trying to use your old tricks on” By now everyone in the house was outside looking from the front steps at the scene that was unfolding. Harry glared at Dylan, and if looks could kill they were both dead. Dylan’s hand was still protectively out, while the other was at his side, and his body was still in front of mine. Harry was standing firmly with both of his arms at his sides; and his fists clenched so hard that his fingers were turning a pale shade of white. “Get out of here Dylan! You don’t know a fucking thing about me, YOU NEVER KNEW A FUCKING THING ABOUT ELIZABETH and NOTHING has changed, I just wish Lizzy was here to see how much of a fuck up you have turned into!” Harry said moving to the left so that he was in front of me again, “Amara let’s go” his voice was harsh and I flinched slightly at the sound. Dylan moved me so my back was at his car, and he stood closer to me, but further from Harry. I looked around at everyone, Taylor was slowly walking down the stairs towards us, Ally and Missy stood there shocked, Liam and the boys moved a step down towards us, and my friends stood crowded behind the boys. Taylor was halfway between Harry and the rest of everyone. “Taylor, go back inside or I swear to god-“ “You swear to god what Harry, are you going to hurt her TOO?” Dylan said smirking at Taylor, “She is your type for the service she gives you, blonde, stick skinny, pretty face; just like… Shit Harry remind what was her name again? Ahh here it is, Sierra, wasn’t that it, or was it Chelsey? Frankly I lost count!” “Say one more thing Dylan, and you’re going to regret it!” Harry’s jaw clenched as he bit down on his teeth. I saw Taylor shrink back towards the stairs, I opened the door next to me of Dylan’s car in case I had to push him in there so that Harry wouldn’t hurt him. Dylan looked back towards me for a second because he heard the noise. The next thing I saw was Harry’s fist coming towards Dylan’s face, he moved his had that had been at his side, bringing it up towards the bottom of Harry’s mouth. His fist was the first one to make contact, so Harry’s punch was interrupted and it fell short of Dylan’s cheek. Harry rubbed his jaw quickly with the hand that he had tried to punch Dylan with, and using his other hand launched it towards Dylan’s side, hitting him in the middle of his ribs, I saw Dylan move slightly forwards before snapping back into his protective stance so that Harry couldn’t get to me. Harry tried to move around Dylan by stepping left and then forward towards me, Dylan moved left with Harry, knocking him down onto the ground and standing only a foot in front of me. “Get in the car Amara, and lock the door” he said, putting his hand back out between Harry and I. I clutched my purse again, and stepped into the car, shutting the door quickly and then locking it just as Dylan had told me to. Looking out I saw Dylan go up to Harry who was still on the ground, from his standing position his took his fist up and brought it back down hitting Harry in the jaw and causing his head to fall down to the concrete again. He then walked to the other side of the car, and opened his door; in one quick movement we were racing towards the street again. So much for needing to get home or I would be in trouble. Both of Dylan’s hands rested on the wheel now, the one closest to me had a bit of blood on it, from one of the impacts with Harry. He was breathing heavily and driving well over the speed limit back towards where we came. When we got back to Dylan’s house he slowly loosened his grip on the steering wheel, “Are you okay?” he asked, taking the keys out of the car and looking at me. I sat there for a minute, “Am I okay? What about you!?” “Me? Oh I’m fine,” he said calmly opening his door and walking around to my side of the car and opening the door, “I guess I get to kidnap you for a whole day this time,” he laughed putting his hand down for me to grab. I put my hand in his and he helped me out of the car. We walked back into Dylan’s house and he made me another cup of coffee. I wanted to ask him about how he knew Harry and Elizabeth, and I didn’t know if I should tell him that Elizabeth had died, but he wasn’t offering to talk about it, so I stayed quiet sipping my coffee slowly. It kept me from blurting out the questions that I really wanted answers to. “I knew Lizzy long before Harry got to her,” Dylan stated putting his coffee down on the countertop, “We had met in freshmen year of high school and quickly became friends. He came around in junior year and she quickly fell for him. He was that bad boy back then, using girls left and right; I told her not to get involved with him but she never did listen to me,” Dylan paused and looked at his coffee cup as if he was engulfed in the memory. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” I said finishing the last bit of my coffee. “No I want you to know just what kind of person he really is,” Dylan looked back up at me and sighed, “They began dating and I saw her a bit less than I used to. She used to talk to me about all the things going on in their relationship. All the good and the bad things, but Harry wasn’t one to change his ways. The day she called me and told me about the first girl that she had learned he had been cheating on her with she was a mess, crying, sobbing and so angry. But what I still don’t understand is she was mad at herself rather than Harry. I made her explain why she wasn’t mad at him a couple times and she told me that he told her that if she had done a few things that of course I can’t remember now he wouldn’t have had to cheat on her,” he stopped again quickly, “I told her to leave, because in that moment I saw how deep his hooks were in her mind. But she stayed. Then came another phone call, this time there was another girl, named Sierra, he told Lizzy about her one night after she had found pictures of her on his phone, and trust me it wasn’t the kind of pictures you want to find of another girl on your boyfriend’s phone…. But he knows how to get out of anything, I told her that she should leave again and she promised me she would… Clearly that worked out well. The next few phone calls linked together in my mind, there were just more girls, more pictures, more texts, more cheating,” Dylan took a drink of coffee and sighed, “She wouldn’t leave him… after all of that, Liz would tell me every line in the book, from ‘he says it won’t happen again’ or ‘I love him Dylan I can’t just let him go, we can get through this’ sometimes even ‘it was my fault’ or my favorite ‘you don’t even know him’ soon I couldn’t take it anymore. I told her one final time to leave him, Liz needed to be set straight; so I told her that it was me or him. She just got mad at me, and refused to speak to me, but I kept tabs on them and on her. Eventually the cheating went down, and I met Liz for coffee…” he walked over to me, and motioned for me to follow him back into the living room where we sat on the sofa, “When we met at her favorite coffee place, she was thinner then I had ever seen her, and she looked so tired. After all the things he had done, all the names he had called her; she just wasn’t herself anymore. The girl sitting across from me wasn’t the same as before. But she said she was happy, and she did seem happy with him. Regardless there was something off about her, there was a major change and I didn’t see her after that. I heard nothing about her or… him…” I didn’t want him to tell me anymore, I could tell the toll that Harry’s relationship with Liz had really affected Dylan, and to put him through telling me about it & reliving the events was too much, “Please stop, I don’t want to hear anymore, I couldn’t handle anymore… Please…” “Okay…” Dylan trailed off, “if you have any kind of appetite life, we can go somewhere to get some lunch” I nodded and put my coffee cup down on his table. Quickly I ducked over to one of his mirrors and check my hair and face, I heard Dylan call from outside, so I grabbed my purse and shut the door behind me.
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