"Who is this?" I panted, my body frozen in place. It couldn't be my kidnapper. It's not possible that I was already found.

"But you didn't listen to your boyfriends, you dirty slut." The male voice continued. "No, you left and went home, crying to momma and daddy."

"Who the heck are you?" I half-shouted into the phone, tears already slipping down my face. This person must mean the boys, but I've never done anything with them, except a little with Harry.

"And now I've found you." I wanted to curl up in a little ball and just end it all. The pain and suffering was too much to bear. What if they grab me again? Would I be able to escape this time? My mind raced through the possible outcomes of this situation. None of them were good.

"I'm not going to kidnap you again." A breath I didn't know I held was suddenly released in a loud whoosh. "But I'll make you wish I did."

"Wha-what do you mean?" I asked, my voice quivering as I clutched the phone tightly.

"I'm to kill everyone you've ever loved. Callie. The boys. Daddy."

"No, you can't!" I now shouted into the phone.

A laugh came through the speaker. "I can. And will."

"No, please I'll do anything."

"Anything is such a big word Jasmyne."

"I know." I whispered, nodding as I said it. I did know what that word meant. Anything was an awfully big price to pay. "Just please don't kill anyone, please." I pleaded the mystery person. Please don't do it.

"I'm going to come for you then. You aren't going to resist or put up a fight. Or people die. Got it?"

"Yes." I mumbled numbly, my lips barely moving to form the word.

"I'll see you soon."

With that, the line went dead.

***

Callie's POV:

I knew the moment I walked out of the room, I shouldn't have left. There was just a bad feeling in my stomach that made me pause at the top of the stairs. I could hear Jasmyne talking to whoever it was, so I tried to get rid of some of the tension I held inside. There was no release though. So I just sat down on the steps, placing my head in my hands, letting my hair fall over my eyes. I've always loved being a blonde.

"No, you can't!" I heard Jasmyne shout. I sat upright, leaping to my feet instantly. I barely registered how fast I moved as I barged into her room. She was standing in the center of the room, the phone cradled in her hands. Tears streaked her face as they dripped off her chin and onto the floor. I eyed her from a distance, unsure of what was exactly happening.

"Jas?" I called questioningly, thanking the lord that her parents didn't hear her. Suddenly, she chucked the phone across the room. It slammed into the wall above her bed, breaking into a thousand tiny pieces. My lips formed an o as I watched this happen. Next thing I knew Jasmyne was facing me. The look on her face was something I've rarely seen, if I ever have. It was a look of a caged lion, one who refused to be captured, but also refused to leave. I knew her well enough that she would never do anything rash, so maybe there is a reason for smashing her home phone. Her eyes met mine.

"We're leaving."

***

Harry's POV:

"Alright so how are we handling this?" Liam asked as we stood in front of a door, but my hand was already turning the knob and I was already inside. I heard the boys grumble behind me, but at the moment, I could care less.

I eyed the man we had tied to a chair in the center of the room. His head hung, but I already knew who he was. Mr. Carter, social studies teacher. Blood trickled from his forehead on his legs and feet, but did I care? No. He could die for all I cared. Slowly, he raised his head to gaze upon us students of his. A crooked grin appeared on his face. Despite the bloody mess his face was, I still wasn't satisfied. I mean this guy basically tortured Jasmyne while she was here. I won't be satisfied until he's laying in a box in the ground. I stepped forward, my fist already raised, but a hand wrapped around my elbow. I looked back at Louis, who was shaking his head in a very definite no. I shook him off, but heeded his advice.

"So I see who the smart one in your group is Harry. Maybe you should let the adults talk." Mr. Carter smirked, blood flying out of his mouth with each sentence. How desperately I want to kick his ass right now.Niall placed a hand on my chest, making me see that I had taken a threatening step forward.

"Cut the bullshit. Who the fuck hired you?" Zayn snarled. My eyebrows shot up at his anger toward our old teacher. I thought he hated Jasmyne. Maybe somethings changed. My temper flared as Mr. Carter laughed in our faces.

Liam took a small step forward, but enough to show how much he wanted to hit the teacher. "Answer the goddamn question." He growled, taking on a momma-bear like tone. The guy just smiled like a creep. Dear god, Louis, just let me hit him. Louis shook his head, as if he read my thoughts. That's when I decided to use some of my words as fists.

"You mother-fucking asshole, answer the fucking question!" I shouted. The boys all took a step closer to me, probably afraid I would go off the rails. They're right to think that.

"No." He stated, still smirking at us. Ignoring Louis's advice, I stormed forward, slamming my fist against his face. The pop of his nose was audible, echoing through the small bedroom. For a moment, fear laced his eyes, but it was quickly hidden from view. But now I knew, he's afraid of us, well me at least. This could work. I pull my arm back for another swing, watching him flinch just barely, but I saw it. Instead of having the pleasure of deforming his features, I caught him by his collar, yanking him off the chair as far as the ropes would let him. I put my face in his.

"Who hired you?" I whispered, the rage conveyed through my tone.

"P-please-" He tried to beg, his cowardice finally showing. I smiled at him like a predator staring down its prey.

"Who?" I narrowed my eyes as I brought him a little closer, giving him a little shake as I did.

"I-" He began, but I cut him off.

"WHO?"

"Harry!" The boys shouted, but I waved them away. I could handle this. I had to. I had to help Jasmyne as much as I could.

"Answer me goddamnit."

"It wasn't my fault." He whimpered, trying to shrink away from me. But he had no where to go.

"then whose was it?"

"Hers." I can't believe this mother fucker. He has the audacity to tell me it's Jasmyne's fault!

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, sending my fist into his stomach. He panted, gasping for air like there wasn't enough for him. I surprised him by wailing on him over and over, my knuckles bloody from the amount of punches. By the time the boys pulled me off him, he was already unconscious. He was gone into dream world. I shook off the boys' comforting pats, stalking over to the door. They all followed without a sparing a thought for the bloodied teacher that was tied to a chair. As we exited the house with our bags a few minutes later, I turned to the guys.

"We're leaving. We're gonna grab Jasmyne and get the hell away from here." I stated as if it was fact.

"What if she doesn't come mate?" Niall asked tentatively. He flinched at the hard glare I sent him.

"She will."

Notes

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