Taken {Complete}

*One Direction Fan-fiction*: Katie is your seemingly average 18 year old, but with a scarred past. After escaping her parents and ending up across the country in the big wonder of Manhattan, one of the most heavily populated boroughs of New York City, she thinks the worst of her problems are behind her. She just wants a normal life, to grow up and maybe dabble in music, to just live her life. With her previous happenings, she's basically given up on love, but you can be happy with friends, right? But when she is kidnapped late one night after a long night at work, will she escape, or will her past come back to haunt her? All she wanted was to be normal, but she knows now that can never happen.


4. Little Bird

  I awake in the same room as before, it's gentle cream walls sadly familiar now. I sit up, seeing the door is already cracked open. Hesitating, I'm not sure if I want to try and escape again, but then my mind gets the better of me and I leap to me feet, racing to the door. I let out a yelp as I'm suddenly rushing to meet the floor, landing with an evident thud. I fight the urge to scream in frustration as I see that my left foot is chained to the bed. I gasp as the door opens fully now, all five of the boys standing behind it. They slowly enter, concern plastered on their faces. I pick myself up off the floor and back away from them, over the bed and into the corner behind it, cowering from their stares.

  "Are you alright, love?" asks Liam, and he takes a tentative step towards me. 
  They really care about me falling? Like hell they do! If they cared so much they should let me go!
  "If you're so concerned for me, then let me go! I don't want to be here!" I shout, venom and hatred at my captors pointing from my lips.
  Their faces harden, except for Louis' and Niall's, and Liam takes another step towards me.
  "Katie, it's all right. We won't hurt you. You'll learn to like it here, love," he says, trying to soothe me, but only managing to fuel my anger further.
  "No, I won't! I'll never stop fighting! I'm here against my will, and I'll do anything to get away!" I scream, and I can feel tears threatening to spill.
  "Katie, stop this. Right now. I'm sorry, but you can never leave. We'll make it worth your time though," Liam tries, with a small smile, trying another route to calm me.
  "No!" I shout, the tears falling freely now, my body racking with sobs.
  "Why me, huh? Why? Why did you have to ruin my life?" I sob hysterically now, realizing with a lurch that I might never escape. 
  The bottom of my stomach darkens, pooling up with a new-found hatred for these guys. Silence falls across the room except for my now-slowing sobs, and my stomach chooses now to rumble loudly, which earns laughs from all on the boys.
  "Looks like our little bird is hungry," Niall says, smiling softly at me. 
  They all gaze expectantly at me, but I shake my head.
  "I'm not hungry," I lie.
  I just don't want anything they have to feed me. My stomach betrays me though and rumbles again, and they just shake their heads with a sigh. They turn to leave, and I can't help but sigh in relief once the door is closed. That relief is quickly diminished as the door re-opens, revealing a concerned Louis with a plate of food. He nods towards me, coming to sit on the bed and setting the food down beside him. I shake my head at him, not wanting it, but my stomach rumbles again and he laughs. 
  "Come eat, Katie. You haven't eaten for nearly three days," he says, but I freeze. 
  It's been three days already? I slowly stand, but make no move to come closer. The chain linking me to the bed rustles at my movement, and Louis sighs.
  "You need to eat Katie, come on. I won't make you eat all of it, alright?" he bargains, but I just stare at him defiantly.
  "How do I know you didn't drug it?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
  Sighing again, he picks up the fork and scoops a bite of scrambled eggs and potatoes onto it. He places it into his mouth and chews it before swallowing it, placing the fork back onto the plate.
  "See? I wouldn't eat something that's drugged, now would I?" he states, trying to sound reasonable.
  I open my mouth to oppose, but then reluctantly shake my head, slowly walking towards him. I sit on the opposite side of the bed, and he slides the plate of food towards me encouragingly. I take a tentative bite, my mouth welcoming the savory flavors. Soon after I take another bite, then another, until the plate is empty. Louis grins at me, then grabs the plate and disappears, so I lay down, turning my back to the door. I hear the door open again and I groan, rolling over to see Louis again, returning and shutting the door.
  "I'm not that bad, am I?" he asks with a lopsided grin, siting beside me on the bed. 
  I sit up and scoot away from him as he lays on the bed, facing the ceiling with his hands on his chest.
  "I won't hurt you, Katie. Why don't we play a little game, alright? I ask you a question, and you answer honestly, then you can ask me a question, and I'll do the same. If you agree to it, I'll even unlock your ankle," Louis smiles, his blue eyes twinkling as he looks up at me.
  I sigh, figuring this is the best way to get answers, and also I want the restriction off of me, so I nod slowly, and his smile broadens to a grin.
  "Great! I'll go first, alright love? First off, what's your full name?" he asks, slipping a key out of his pocket and unlocking me as I reply, pondering for a moment first.
  "Katie Marie Gold," I say, lying about my last name.
  I replaced my last name, Walters, with Gold, Ellie's last name, as she was definitely more family to me than my blood parents were. Her parents cared for me more than my own did, but when she died I didn't really speak to them anymore, as it was too much for me to handle. Though I can feel tears stinging my eyes at me saying her last name, I quickly blink them away and ask Louis a question. 
  "Where are we?" I quiz, looking down at him.
  He laughs. "Why, London of course, love. A bit out of town though, I'd have to say." 
  As he says this, I can't help but gasp. They managed to get me out of the country! That must have been where that third day I don't remember went. 
  I fume silently, and if he notices he just ignores it, firing back another question.
  "What's your mother's name?" he questions, smiling up at me.
  "Rose," I say, my face hardening as I say this. 
  I can't believe he's asking questions like these. It's like he wants me to remember that I'm trapped here. I was tempted to say Kay, Ellie's mother, but decided to give the full truth to that question, feeling slightly bad for lying earlier. I hope he stops with things like this though; I'm beginning to feel uncomfortable with such personal questions.
  "What did I do to deserve this?" I ask quietly, turning away from Louis piercing blue gaze.
  I hear him sigh, pondering his answer. Eventually he replies, sitting up.
  "Look at me Katie," he requests softly, not in a demanding tone, but when I don't turn to him he gently grabs my chin and turns me to look at him.
  He can see that I'm on the verge of tears, and his eyes soften as he answers. 
  "Katie, don't think of it as punishment for anything. That will only bring you down. We just want to help you, that's all. I'm sorry, but we can't let you go, love. You know too much now," he says softly, his bright blue eyes meeting deep emerald ones.
  "I don't deserve this though! What did I ever do? You took me away from my life! I have nothing now!" I fight back the tears forming in my eyes.
  I try to pull my head away, but he keeps it in place with gentle pressure.
  "Oh Katie. You don't have nothing, you have us," Louis speaks softly, in a soothing tone, but I'm not fooled.
  "Do you think I'm supposed to swoon or something? This is worse than nothing!" I practically shout, and now the tears begin to fall. 
  With a sad sigh, he pulls me to his chest, and at first I'm too stunned to do anything. 
  Where did this affection come from? First they kidnap me, now they're trying to soothe me and tell me everything will be fine.
  I finally gather my thoughts enough to push him away, my built up anger now pouring out. 
  "So first, you turn my world upside down. You kidnapped me, for Christ's sake! Then you tell me it's going to be alright because I have you! But it's not! And it never will be! I'm trapped here, a prisoner, and you expect me to think that everything will be alright?" I yell, involuntary sobs racking my body as I do.
  I begin to slightly zone out, remembering a similar argument with my parents, after I was forced to tell them my incident with the cuts was me feeling grief, and taking it out on myself.

  That was the day I ran away...
  Louis pulls me into his arms again and I have no more fight left in me right now, too caught up in the past to think straight. Random memories are now flowing through my head, some good and some bad. I jump, still crying when I hear the door smack open, and look up to see a surprised Zayn, Niall, Liam and Harry. Louis  stares at them as they look at the scene laid before them: me, sobbing into Louis chest as he holds me close. 
  I gather my thoughts enough and roll away from him, trying to calm myself with deep breaths. I look up and see the boys retreating, and see it as an opportunity, my mind now forcing itself into overdrive. I jump off the bed and with surprising speed I race out of the room, my mind clearing enough for me to vow never to cry again in front of these bastards. I can't let then see me weak, when my walls are down. I take a hard left and sprint for the front door, hearing Louis shout from behind me.
  "Katie! Stop!" he shouts, and I hear footsteps thunder behind me.
  Before I can reach the door though, I feel a hand grab the fabric on my right shoulder. His grip is firm though, so at my speed, when he latches on, the fabric on my shoulder rips away, revealing my scars.  I scream and cover it with my left hand, spinning and backing slowly away from a fuming Zayn.
  "Where do you think you're going?" he rages, taking a step towards me.
  I yelp in surprise as my back hits the wall and I slide down into the corner, no tears falling this time, but instead my body freezes, replaced with a new-found fear of my kidnappers. I struggle to hide the scars of my past, by my hand isn't big enough. The other boys rush in behind Zayn, anger contorting their faces, but it instantly turns to shock once they see my scars. 
  "Little bird, what happened?" Niall asks, concern lacing his voice as he tries to sound soothing, but instead triggering a memory.
  "Please don't find me. Please don't find me. Please," I whispered to myself like a prayer, hugging my knees to my chest, tears streaming down my face. 
  He's been this way for about a week now, but I know this time it was serious, which is why, when I saw the knife, I ran. I hid in the closet on the second floor third room, the one we never used. We'd been together for three years, since I was thirteen and he was fourteen. We were so young. At first, I thought it was just a crush, and that he didn't like me back. But then he asked me out, and we stayed that way. We truly loved each other, and respected each others boundaries. At least, I thought that. 
  For the first two years, I was madly in love with him. We did everything together, and acted the way in-love couples did.  
 We were careless, to say at the least. But things started to change in the last few months. He became obsessive, and then when we started to fall apart, he wouldn't accept when I tried to break up, as if he were declining a snack instead of my suggestive feelings. He would say that I'm just going through a phase, that we'll get over it. To say in the least, he became psychotic. He started hitting me, and it was just that until tonight.

  "Oh little bird, where are you? You can't hide from me," I can hear his voice, and it's too close for me to like. 

  He always called me little bird, because I was always smaller than him and in his mind he took me under his 'wing'. Ha, more like forced me there, now that I think of it.  I shudder as I hear his footsteps enter the room, and I hear him tut in disappointment.

  "You couldn't have flown far, little bird, I know you're here somewhere," his voice sounds hollow, yet filled with a form of malice I didn't know someone could contain. 

  I hear his footsteps retreat, but after a moment of silence he slams the door to the closet open, basking me in the light, exposing me to him. I scream as he yanks me up by my arm, forcing me out behind him with one hand, the other one occupying a knife. I feel his grip tighten with his anger as he spins me around to face him.

  "My, my, little bird, you seem lost. This time I'll let you go, but next time you might lose a wing," he says softly, though in a way that is as far from soothing as possible.  

~*~Flashback Over~*~

  "Please, I'm sorry!" I whisper, cowering into the corner, my mind engulfed with the scene from my past playing over and over.

  "Katie, what's wrong?" I hear someone ask, but it sounds distant as I squeeze my eyes shut.    To me, I'm back in that room, wishing he'd never opened the closet. Actually, wishing I'd never told him yes, that I'd never even liked him in the first place.

  I'm jolted into the present as I feel someone touch my arm. It's meant to me a calming gesture, but I flinch away from it anyways.

  "Katie, look at me," one of them says, the hand disappearing and I hear shuffling feet, but then it's silent. 

  I realize it was Liam who told me to look, and I obey, opening my eyes and slowly looking up at the boys. They gaze down at me with gentle eyes, but I can't help but remember that I'm here forcefully, a prisoner. I stare at each of them in turn, but I stay strong, no tears falling. I return my eyes to Liam, who leans forwards to me, crouching down to look me straight in the eyes.

  "Katie, you have to tell us what's wrong for us to be able to help you," he tries, coming to sit beside me.

  The other boys follow in suit, making a half circle around me, trapping me between them and the wall, though at least they give me my space. Except Liam, who places a hand gently on my shoulder and rubs it lightly, but I shrug him off. The hurt in his face is evident, but I'm too far in to care. My usual self returns, including my attitude, which tends to make me to say things before thinking about them.

  "You, help me?! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't because of you and your selfish needs! You ripped me from my life, and you expect me to pour my life story to you? I'm not helpless you know, and if I was, I sure wouldn't want help from the likes of you," I spout, my anger pouring out and into my words, which come straight from my heart.

  The vein on Liam's neck pops slightly as he speaks, "Dammit, Katie, I'm sorry okay? I get that you don't want to be here, but we can't just let you go now. I think by now you know who we are, what we do. If this got out to the public, we'd be ruined."

  "Then maybe you should think before you act!" I fire back.

  He surprises me now, doing something I least expected. He raises his hand back and slaps me.


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