8. chapter 8
I ran as fast as my legs could go, I ran until I couldn't run anymore. I stopped when I reached a small gas station, u ran into the store and walked up to the front desk. "Hello sir can I please use your phone?" The man at the desk said yes, passing me his cell phone. The only reason he said yes was most likely because of how flustered I probably looked. I started dialing 911, it was the first thing I thought of. Before I could start the call I felt a tight grip on my wrist. Before I could think about what was happening Harry grabbed the phone, handing it back to the man. "Thanks for the phone, have a nice evening." I didn't have a minute to think before I was pushed into the backseat of Harry's car. I felt the car speeding down the roads, zayn was in the front seat with Harry and Niall was in the backseat with me. He was trying to talk to me, I assume only to try to relax me and stop the tears that were pouring down my face like a waterfall. The car suddenly came to a screeching stop. Harry turned around "Niall come help me and zayn...and macie you stay here. If you move a fucking inch, you'll be in loads of trouble. Understand darling?" I just nodded. To drained to give him a real response. As soon as I nodded to Harry the three boys vanished into the house. I laid down in the backseat, hoping to fall asleep. Just so I could escape this nightmare of a reality for a little while.
I woke up by being placed on a bed. If wasn't the hard uncomfortable bed I've been sleeping on. I looked around trying to recognize my surroundings but I simply couldn't. The room was dark. I was about to get up to find a light switch, when a door swung open. Light came from the doorway. I still could barely see, I heard footsteps and then someone flicked on the light switch. Harry was standing there in a towel, he must've taken a long shower because steam was entering the room through the doorway. Harry was walking around the room, pulling on a pair of sweatpants. I looked down and found myself wearing his sweatpants and sweatshirt. Nothing was making sense right now, when did I change clothes, and more importantly where the hell am I?
"Harry where are we?" He looked at me for a minute before mumbling "come follow me downstairs, we need to talk." I got up from the bed and followed him down a few hallways and a staircase. We walked into a big room with wooden walls and a bunch of comfy couches. It looked sort of like a cabin. Perrie and zayn sat on one couch across from Sophia, liam, Louis and Eleanor who were all squished on a couch, and Niall was randomly sprawled across the floor. Harry took my hand in his and pulled me to sit down next to him. "Macie we need to explain something to you..."
Harry took a deep breath and started speaking again. "I know that you're confused so I'm gonna clear all of this up for you. Liam, Louis, Niall, zayn, and I are in some trouble. We got involved with the wrong people at a young age. I was about 16 when me and the guys were all hanging out one night. We were walking down the streets and we heard some yelling coming from a house. We walked over to the house and looked through the window. There was this big guy, who we now know to be Richard. So this big guy was walking around with a gun. Perrie and Sophia were tied up on the ground. We tried to get into the house to help them but some of Richards men found us. Richard saying something about our bravery or whatever agreed to let them go, if we joined his small gang. Over the years the gang has grown." I thought about everything he said to me before asking a question. "Okay so you're all in a gang, and where are we now?" Harry deeply breathed and responded "we're in LA, were trying to hide from Richard and macie I need you to listen to me when I say to stay away from Ashton. He's not the good guy you think he is." I was confused but I didn't want to ask anymore questions. So I just said "okay well I'm gonna go take a nap or something." And I walked back upstairs to be left alone with my thoughts.