Little London Girl

Em hates One Direction. She hears all about them all day by her little sister Kayla. Finally, Em thinks she's done with hearing about them when she goes off to college but soon realizes that she'll never be free of One Direction, not when she run's into one of the boys and her world unravels.


20. Kidnapped (part 2)

*Em's POV*

I turned around and saw the gun pointing at me and to be honest, I kinda freaked out. But to my defense, who wouldn't? They man told me to drop my phone on the ground and I did and after that I'm pretty sure they drugged me cause I woke up several hours later in a cabin.

I was in a small room, if I could even call it a room. I don't think it could even be considered a closet. I couldn't stand up strait and I was only 5'3. I could spread my arms out and touch the walls. The floor was covered with blankets and pillows that smelled over alcohol and cigertte smoke. There was a gap between the ceiling and the wall and I could hear two people talking. I peered through the gap and saw the boy with black hair that had pointed the gun at me. He was sitting on the couch with another boy with shorter black hair and they were talking. I spotted a gun on the table and I stumbled backwards. I heard someone walking up the stairs and the trap door unlocking and soon the boy with short black hair was staring at me.

"Good, you up," he said. I moved as far into the corner as I possibly could go but he grabbed my ankle and pulled hard. "Get up!" he yelled. He disappeared and I reluctantly followed him down the ladder. At the base of the ladder was some bunk beds up against a wall and a door with a sign that indicated it was the 'outhouse'. Below I could see a couch and two large stone window seats over looking a forest.

The other boy walked up the stairs, and they must've been twins cause they looked exactly alike except for one had short spiky hair and the other had longer hair that went to his shoulders.

"Why is she out of her room?" the boy with long hair asked as he leaned against the banaster.

"Cause its a small room. We can't just leave her in there all the time," the boy with shorter hair said. "Don't mind him, he's a bit moody," he said adressing me. I tried to touch my shoulder but I moved away. "I'm Alex, and that's Zac," he said.

"She's gonna try and run away if we let her wander," Zac said as he took his gun out and started playing with it.

"No she won't. We're 25 miles away from the nearest person, she'll die before she get's help," Alex said. "And we'll take turns watching her," he added. "And right now it's your turn. I'm going out to get food. I'll be back in a couple of hours," he said. "And don't kill her," he warned as he walked away. Zac sighed as he placed his gun back in it's holster. He looked at me in disgust.

"Well this'll be interesting," he said as he walked down the stairs. "Get down here!" he yelled when I didn't follow. I walked down the stairs and sat down on the couch. Zac turned on some car show and after awhile I stood up to go to the bathroom. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Bathroom? Got a problem with that?" I asked.

"Kinda," he said.

"Look, I got to go. And unless you let me go now, you'll be cleaning something up," I said as I started walking towards another closed door with a sign saying 'outhouse'. I don't know why it said outhouse when technically an outhouse was out of the house but whatever.

"Well plumbing isn't working yet," he said. "You'll have to go outside," he said as he stood up. He handed me a flashlight and walked me out to the porch. "See that little building there?" he pointed using his gun. I nodded. "That's the outhouse, you can use that. And if your not back in 5 minutes then I'm coming after you," he warned.

I nodded and started walking towards the outhouse. Sucker. He thought I actually had to go to the bathroom. I took off running right past the outhouse when I was sure he wasn't looking. The plumbing being out just made my escape easier.

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