Kidnapping Rachel

Mute by choice, seems weird, right? In the world of Rachel Vahn things are complicated, and broken. She's sick, and untreated. She's abused by her father. Her mom has been dead for years, and now Rachel has had enough. Things take a turn for weird when Rachel is kidnapped by the world's biggest heartthrobs, One Direction.


1. Chapter 1


I lay in bed, silently awake, listening and waiting. The air is restless and nervous from the deafening anticipation. I suddenly hear a car door slam shut, I jump at the noise that shattered the scilence momentarily. My eyes flicker down my bruised body once more before I hear the front door open with force, and clumsyness. A farmiliar scent makes its way to my nostrils. I role over on my side, pretend I'm sleeping. My father bursts in the room, the scent without a name grows thicker, and even more bitter.

"Rachel, get your ass out of bed, and come here." My father slurs.

I get up quickly and walk towards him. I look into his eyes, searching for emotion. I find none, his eyes are blank. I see no love, yet I see no hate.

Suddenly, my father raises his hand and slaps me across the face. I hear the noise before I feel it. At this point I have become numb.

He starts to hit me, kick me, and soon, hitting me with empty, green, bottles, the nameless smell radiates from the bottles.

He gruffly takes me by the hair, pulling me out of the room. I panic, all I could do was wonder, what is he doing? He drags me down the stairs, allowing each step to assult me further. He drags me towards the living room, the fireplace is blazing, in full view. My eyes widen in memory and terror. He drops my hair, letting my head fall forcefully to the floor. He rips my shirt off, throwing it into the fire. My father takes a crowbar from the floor, he lets the fire lick it. When the metal was an angry yellow, he took it out, and grinned evily at me. He raised his firey weapon, and brings it down focefully on my bare skin. A scream came unwillingly from my throat, racing from the pain like I wish I could. The metal fades to a dim red, as my skin blisters and bubles around it. He lifts the weapon from my skin. As tears blur my vision, and blackness swarms, I whimper, the pain excruciating. Finally, I'm relieved when darkness swallows me whole.

When I awake, I find myself on the floor of my bedroom. The door is shut, leaving me in darkness. I'm shirtless, and the skin on my stomach had several blisters and imprints from the blazing weapon my father had used. I get up carefully, my body heavily protesting. I stumble in agony towards my closet, finding a shirt to accompany my torn up sweats. I put it on, biting back the urge to scream as it brushes against my wounds. I make a decision, I'm leaving... Now.

I found my way to the window, I pushed on it, and it opened with a groan. I flinched at the noise, and heard my father's unsteady footsteps grow closer. I panicked and jumped out of the window, even though I'm on the second floor. I landed with a thud, and got up quickly.

"Rachel! Get your ass back in here!" I hear my father scream, venom and anger drip from his words.

Eventhough my body protests, I run. I run faster than my father, who is now clumsily chasing me. The world outside the house is cold, and unruly. Bushes are dieing, and trees are naked, they've shed their clothes and left them in piles beneath them.

My father finally stops chasing me, screaming inaudible foulties at me. I keep running. I run until I realize I have nowhere to go, and I don't know where I am. I sit on a bench and look at the cloudy skies of London.

I didn't always live here, I used to live in the United States, or so I've been told. The clouds are dark, and give no hint for the time of day. 

I look around me, examining my surroundings. There's a car parked on the street, around the grassy area that I'm in. It's a big open area, in the middle of a labyrinth of streets. A few trees stand to attention, looking bare, like all the others.

I hear a car door slam, and I look at the car that was parked on the street. A hooded figure had emerged from the car, and was now advancing towards me. Fear consumed me with every step they took.  I got up off of the bench, and started to casually walk off. I saw the figure continue to walk towards me. I also heard the car start up.

I started to run, and I heard the figure behind me do the same. He started to get closer, and the car was slowly following my persuer and I.

I felt strong arms around my tiny waist, and start to pull me backwards. I swallowed the urge to cry when his forearm pressed itself against my stomach. I tried to fight, but being a malnourished, sick, petite girl, I was no match for this man.

"Stop fighting, just get in the damn car!" The figure said gruffly.

I did as I was told, I didn't want him to hurt me. I felt a cloth go over my mouth and nose, and as I inhaled the chemically odered substance, the world started to fade around the edges.

As I started to fade slowly, I felt myself being put into a car gently.

"Time to take her home, boys." I hear a new voice say.

Then, everything goes black, and I slip away from the world.


(A/N: How are you liking it so far? Let me know, comment some ideas. Thanks xoxo ~ SammyBear)

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