I walk into the small convience store from around the block of my apartment. "Two packs of Newport light," I smile at the clerk, John. I've been here so much since I moved here a few months ago. We're on a first name basis and have chatted a couple of times. John smiles and hands them to me, but as I put them in my purse and look up, his expression has changed.
Now, it's one of fear. I follow his gaze to see three men in black standing by the entrance of the store. "It's time to pay up," The one in the middle says. They walk towards the counter and I try to step aside, to make myself invisible. The blonde one on the right smirks at me and walks right up to me, standing about a foot in front of me.
"I-I don't have it t-today," John stutters as the other two men walk around to his side of the counter.
"You know the boss doesn't wait. And he already made an exception for you," The one who spoke originally says to John. He starts walking towards the back room and the blonde that walked up to me trails behind John, the three of them disappearing.
I start to walk out slowly, but the dark haired man starts making tsk tsk noises. "Now who do we have here?" He asks, walking over to me. I move closer to the corner and he grabs my arms.
I decide maybe acting tough would help in my situation. "Let go of me," I snap. Part of me is scared, but another part of me feels like I could take them out. I don't need their back-up coming after me, though.
"Someone's fiesty," He smirks and his eyes dance with curiousity. Then his eyebrows furrow in concentration. "What's your name?" He questions, his head tilting to the side.
"What's your name?" I retort, staring him down, refusing to show fear.
"This isn't a negotiation doll. You co-operate or you get hurt. What's your name?" He repeats, his voice allowing him to appear annoyed.
"London Sydor," I roll my eyes. He grabs my chin forcefully with his hand. I resist the urge to put him flat on his back.
"Cut the crap or you get hurt. That's your last warning," He growls. I snap my chin out of his hand, but before he does anything, the blonde one appears.
"Tell me Niall, does she look like someone to you?" He asks the blonde.
Niall, the blonde goon, takes a good look at my face and then his eyes widen. "It's so bloody similar," He tells the other one. They both tower over me, keeping me in the corner.
"Please, let me go," I say.
"Aw, can't do that doll face," The blonde smirks.
"Ugh. People these days," The third goon returns in the room, pulling a tissue out of his pocket and starting to wipe his hands. My eyes widen as I realize it's blood, not thinking they were going to actually hurt John like that. He walks straight up to me grabs my face with both of his hands, examining me. "Did you guys notice that?" He asks them. They nod. "What's your name sweetheart?" He questions me.
I look towards the door. "London," Niall answers.
"Well thank you Niall, but I believe I was asking the girl," The man says curtly, touching my chin to look at him. I swallow the bile in my throat.
"London," I spit out, forcing it to sound nice.
"You're pretty," He smiles at me and then starts walking away, but right before he exits he calls over his shoulder, "Bring her,"
My eyes widen and the one with the darker hair grabs my wrist tightly. "Behave," He says when I resist to walking. Niall pushes me from behind, and when we get into the black camero, a black sac is put over my head.
"There's really no need for that," I recognize their leader's voice, so I reach up and pull the sac up.
"Please let me go. I promise I won't say anything," I ask again.
"Relax doll," He says.
After a long twenty minutes of driving we pull up to a large grey house. Niall offers me his hand to get out, and not wanting to anger them, I take it. For a few moments we stand out on the path towards the house.
The leader of the expedition heads into the house with words of getting the boss. A girl comes out and her eyes widen at the sight of me. "So it's true huh?" She giggles, poking my arm.
"El stop. You know he won't like that," The dark haired one who has a temper tells her.
"Relax Lou. She's fine," She smiles at him, pecking his lips. "I'm El. It's short for Eleanor," She holds out her hand.
"London," I say, not bothering to shake it.
Suddenly the original dark haired man comes out of the house and trailing behind him is a man I know all too well.
He walks out of the house. "What the fuc-"He starts yelling and then sees me. He runs towards me and wraps his arms around me tightly, encasing me in his strength. "London!" He exclaims, kissing my cheek.
I escape his arms and stand a few feet away from him. "What the hell Zayn?" I snap.
"Look, I know that you're upset, but I'm so glad I found you!" He exclaims again.
"You can't find something that wasn't lost to begin with," I reply.
"Well then I guess it's a good thing the lost and found is here," The dark haired one with the blood on his hands says.
"Hell no. I'm not staying here," I laugh sarcastically.
"You are tonight," Zayn says in an authoritive tone. I roll my eyes at him and I'm prepared to protest when I realize how hungry and tired I am.
"Fine," I growl.
A few minutes later I'm done listening to his shit.
"You have no ide-"He starts again.
"Fuck off," I snap at him.
"London I've been concerned," He frowns, trying to reach for my arm.
"Ha, thanks for showing concern BIG BROTHER," I laugh sarcastically, walking up the porch steps and into the house, leaving him standing there awkwardly.
I start to look around the house, seeing how I'm supposed to survive the night here.