Going For A Jog

Emma West is just your average 17 year old girl. She loves One Direction. She is insecure about herself. She likes doing her hair and make up. She is out jogging one day when something completely unexpected happens!


6. Na Na Na

"We didn't rape you if that is what you are implying." Curly told me. I just sat back down on the bed and curled up in a ball. Then I thought about it, and I stood back up. "Thank you. Thank you so much for not raping me, Curly. I really appreciate it." My voice dripping with sarcasm. What happened next surprised us all. I went to slap him but out of nowhere, he grabbed my fore arm. Then he backed me up against the wall and gripped both of my arms. "Wanna try that again, sweetheart?" I shook my head and he smirked at me. I tried to move but he wouldn't let go. He was biting his lip and I had to look away because he was Harry Fucking Styles. So of course he was hot and Jesus! "By the way... What did you call me?" He smirked at me again. I wanted to smack that smirk off his fucking face but I couldn't because of 2 reasons. One, he was holding my arms and there is no way I would move. And two, because this is what happened last time I tried to smack him and I have only been awake for half an hour! "Curly" I looked at him with one of my eyebrows raised. He glared at me and in that moment I knew calling them the nicknames I had come up with was the most genius thing I had ever come up with. "Don't" "Why shouldn't I? You can't tell me what to do." I challenged him. "Actually I can and I will. You will do what we say or else we will punish you." Now it was my turn to smirk at him. "Go ahead. The only people that kept me alive before kidnapped me. So please do. Actually please just kill me." He looked at me like hurt his feelings. He got really close and said "Dinner is in 20 minutes. The shower is through that door and clothes are in the dresser. Don't make one of us come up here and get you. And don't call us little nicknames." Then he dropped my arms and walked out. Whatever. I closed the door behind him and walked over to the giant wardrobe and opened the doors. Oh. My. God. There were so many clothes in here. There is no way they just spontaneously decided to kidnap me. These were all girl clothes. And they were all my size. As I looked through the clothes, I realized that most of them were booty shorts and cleavagey shirts. There is no way I am wearing that. So I rummaged around in the bottom and found some large sweats and a giant sweatshirt. They must have been one of the boys but I didn't care I wasn't wearing the stuff they bought. I am not some slut that will forget that they kidnapped me and decide to have sex with them. No way. I went over the dresser and looked in the top drawer. There was so much underwear and like ten plus bras. Again... all in my size. I took one of the only pairs that wasn't lacy. This was starting to scare me. But I went to the bathroom and was frightened even more. There were tampons in there, the kind that I used, and they had bought the same shampoo and conditioner and body wash and face wash that I used. This was called stalking and most normal people find it fucking freaky! Did they even realize that? God! I turned around and locked the door. I did not trust these boys. They said they didn't rape me but still. Then I turned on the water and stripped. I hopped in and turned the water on full blast and as hot as it would go. It felt so nice! I washed my hair and body and then shaved. I found a razor so might as well use it! Then I got out and dried off. I searched around and found a brush. I then brushed out my hair which took forever because it was so long. Then I put my underwear and bra on and the sweats. I had to tie the sweats by the little drawstring because they were huge on me. I kept looking at the razor and then at my wrist and then back at the razor. I rummaged through the medicine cabinet and found some sports wrap. Ok, perfect. I took the razor and cut my wrist a couple of times. One for letting them take you *Slice* One for being fat *Slice* One for being ugly *Slice* And one for being alive *Slice* I rinsed my wrist off in the sink, wrapped it up, and put on the sweatshirt. I opened the door and looked around. No one was in the room, so that was good because he said they better not have to come up and get me. I guess that means I need to go down? "GUYS! EMMA! DINNER IS READY!" I guess that is my cue. I opened the door and went down the stairs. I was about to go through the door when I had second thoughts. I don't want to go in there and socialize with them as if they had not just kidnapped me! But Harry said I would be punished if I didn't. I probably should. But then again, since when have I followed the rules? I was about to go back up the stairs when Zayn came up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. Deja vu much? "Where are you going princess?" Ugh I hate that nickname. Princess. It makes me sick. I have never been anyone's princess and probably never will be now. I scowled at him, "Upstairs" "Oh, but it's dinnertime and Harry told you to come down for dinner." I gave him a bored look and raised an eyebrow. "So..?" Then he looked angry. He gritted his teeth. "Princess, you are going to come and eat with us." He looked so scary so I just nodded. I grabbed my wrist and I had to stop myself from crying out. He dragged me into the kitchen and when we got there everyone looked at me as I sat down. I told myself I was going to not eat very much, not say anything, and then go back up to my room so I could plan how I was going to escape. Harry came over and handed me a plate with a huge pile of food on it. There was so much food on it. I picked at it for a few minutes and then pushed it away from me and acted as if I was full. Then I hopped up and was about to go back upstairs when Zayn grabbed my wrist again. I winced. "Where are you going princess? You still have a lot of food on your plate." I shook my head. " I am full." Harry came over and announced "We have a rule princess, it's called you can't leave the table until you finish everything on your plate" I glared at him and sat back down. What was with everyone calling me princess? I have been called princess by everyone now, at least once. And It was annoying. Harry was smirking at me. That's it! They are just calling me that to annoy me because they knew what shampoo I used and what size I was and what cup size I was. Finding out what annoys me would be easy! I started shoveling the food in my mouth and they were all watching. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. It makes sense. I mean, I haven't eaten in a couple of days and I am used to snacking all the time. When I finished I went to put my plate in the sink and then started to head toward the stairs. But then Niall grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back. Seriously what was it with these guys and grabbing me around the waist? "Where are you going, princess? You just got down here." He asked me. I faked a yawn. "Oh, I am tired, I think I am going to turn in." Louie came over to us, "No you aren't princess. First of all, you just woke up so you can't be tired. And second of all, we are going into the living room to play truth or dare and 20 questions and then we are going to watch a movie. We are going to get to know each other." I faked a smile. "Ok, great!" This is going to be great! (Note the sarcasm) 

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