Stolen *Sequel to Suffocated*
Psychopaths are All Alike
Jake’s POV~~
Oh my god, the little brats won’t shut up! Never any silence, ever. All day and all night they cry and cry and yell for their “daddies.” I really want to shoot them right now. I need my sleep. I need my strength to complete my plan, but I can’t get rid of them, not now at least. Zayn need to beg for me he need to beg me to take him back…
So today Zayn has been to the police station 3 miles away, he has been to five different stations, and he picked Harry and that bitch, Alfie, up at 2:00. They also called four different police stations to help them search for these annoying little girls. Don’t look at me weird. I may or may not have tracked Zayn’s car and bugged his phone. I need to keep track of his whereabouts. If he gets too close to my little hide out, I will know, If he starts to get too many clues, I will know, If he so much as steps foot somewhere I don’t feel ok with, I will know. I have to know everything about him; where he is, who he’s with, what he’s doing…every second of the day.
As I look at all of my monitors showing videos of Zayn from different angles, a high pitched cry breaks me from my concentration. Ugh, these little girls are so fucking annoying. I can’t deal with them anymore. I throw my chair to the ground in anger and hastily walk to the room that the girls are in. I pushed the door open, causing it to slam hard into the wall, in hence causing the stupid babies to cry even louder.
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. The older one got the memo and became quiet but the little one continued screaming. I walked up to her, where she lay on the floor and knelt down by here small body. She cried out once again. Why are kids so go damn loud? I reached out and grabbed her neck. She struggled against my touch as my grip around her tightened. Her movements became slower as my hand grew tighter. Then, it all stopped; the movements, the crying, everything was silent. Thank God, finally some peace and quiet. Don’t freak out on me, I’m not a baby killer; she isn’t dead, just…knocked out. I learned this thing that if you hold down on the wind pipe for about a minute the person would pass out. So she’ll just be um asleep for a while.
I got up off of the floor, brushed off my pants, and headed for the door. As I grabbed the handle I saw the bigger girl huddles up in the corner, bawling her eyes out. I stopped in my tracks, no not out of pity of guilt, out of annoyance.
“Shut the fuck up and stop crying, you sister isn’t dead!” I yelled, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut. I walked back over to my wall of monitors and proceeded to watch Zayn go through his day. Finally I can do my work in peace and quiet. Every now and then I would here a muffled whimper come from the room but I just ignored it. Oh I long the day I can get rid of these little brats…
Zayn’s POV~~
I feel like I’m watched all of the time, like there are eyes on my back all day and all night. I can’t sleep or eat; I’ve been distant with everyone lately. This is my entire fault. I should have made sure they were safe before I left them at day care. I can’t believe they were taken from me so easily. I just want them here. I want their hugs and kisses goodnight. I want Sophia to pull me out of bed in the morning. I want Niya’s kisses to linger on my cold cheeks when I get home from work. I just want them back.
Almost every night Niall has found me crying as I stare at their pictures. He has to literally yank them out of my hands with all of his strength and rock me in his arms for hour so I can get at least a little sleep. I have nightmare most every night and horrifying daydreams when I’m outside. I try not to cry, I try to be strong for them, but I can’t. I can’t help but imagine all of the horrible things they could be going through. I have seen the face of a killer, a psychopath, and it isn’t pretty.
"don't scream or I will blow your brains out" He said with a stern voice.
I complied and I covered my mouth with my hand as to make sure absolutely no sound came out. A tear slipped out of my eye as the unknown man came closer. I nudged Niall to get him to wake up and he did and was in the same frozen position I was in. I just got him back please I can't lose him again.
My mind is just out of control right now and my body won’t listen to its constant pleas to stay in the bed. My legs created a mind of their own and next thing I knew I am on top of the scary man and we both fall to the ground. His gun was knocked from his hands and slides to the other side of the room. It was an equal distance from both of us and without hesitation we both jumped for the pistol...Then BANG! lights out…
“Ahh!” I screamed out loud, flashing back to that horrible day when I was almost taken from the world. My heart started racing and sweat dripped down my forehead. I can’t…I just can’t…
Jake’s POV~~
As I drove down the busy street towards my destination I couldn’t believe I had come up with such a good plan. This is the answer to all my prayers. I pulled up to the house. I quickly walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. The door swung open and I was met with bright orange hair. Ugh.
“ugh hey twerp is your sister here?” I said in annoyance as I pushed past her and into the house. He hit the wall with a thud.
“Um…sh-she’s up s-stairs in h-her room.” She stuttered, so fucking annoying she is.
“OK, now go away before I rip out my eyes.” I said climbing up the stairs. I knocked on the door and within a few seconds it opened up, showing me my purple headed best-friend.
“Jakie! Hey!” She said, pulling me into a hug. I walked into her room.
“Hey Alycia…I have a job for you to do for me…”
Oh my god, the little brats won’t shut up! Never any silence, ever. All day and all night they cry and cry and yell for their “daddies.” I really want to shoot them right now. I need my sleep. I need my strength to complete my plan, but I can’t get rid of them, not now at least. Zayn need to beg for me he need to beg me to take him back…
So today Zayn has been to the police station 3 miles away, he has been to five different stations, and he picked Harry and that bitch, Alfie, up at 2:00. They also called four different police stations to help them search for these annoying little girls. Don’t look at me weird. I may or may not have tracked Zayn’s car and bugged his phone. I need to keep track of his whereabouts. If he gets too close to my little hide out, I will know, If he starts to get too many clues, I will know, If he so much as steps foot somewhere I don’t feel ok with, I will know. I have to know everything about him; where he is, who he’s with, what he’s doing…every second of the day.
As I look at all of my monitors showing videos of Zayn from different angles, a high pitched cry breaks me from my concentration. Ugh, these little girls are so fucking annoying. I can’t deal with them anymore. I throw my chair to the ground in anger and hastily walk to the room that the girls are in. I pushed the door open, causing it to slam hard into the wall, in hence causing the stupid babies to cry even louder.
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. The older one got the memo and became quiet but the little one continued screaming. I walked up to her, where she lay on the floor and knelt down by here small body. She cried out once again. Why are kids so go damn loud? I reached out and grabbed her neck. She struggled against my touch as my grip around her tightened. Her movements became slower as my hand grew tighter. Then, it all stopped; the movements, the crying, everything was silent. Thank God, finally some peace and quiet. Don’t freak out on me, I’m not a baby killer; she isn’t dead, just…knocked out. I learned this thing that if you hold down on the wind pipe for about a minute the person would pass out. So she’ll just be um asleep for a while.
I got up off of the floor, brushed off my pants, and headed for the door. As I grabbed the handle I saw the bigger girl huddles up in the corner, bawling her eyes out. I stopped in my tracks, no not out of pity of guilt, out of annoyance.
“Shut the fuck up and stop crying, you sister isn’t dead!” I yelled, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut. I walked back over to my wall of monitors and proceeded to watch Zayn go through his day. Finally I can do my work in peace and quiet. Every now and then I would here a muffled whimper come from the room but I just ignored it. Oh I long the day I can get rid of these little brats…
Zayn’s POV~~
I feel like I’m watched all of the time, like there are eyes on my back all day and all night. I can’t sleep or eat; I’ve been distant with everyone lately. This is my entire fault. I should have made sure they were safe before I left them at day care. I can’t believe they were taken from me so easily. I just want them here. I want their hugs and kisses goodnight. I want Sophia to pull me out of bed in the morning. I want Niya’s kisses to linger on my cold cheeks when I get home from work. I just want them back.
Almost every night Niall has found me crying as I stare at their pictures. He has to literally yank them out of my hands with all of his strength and rock me in his arms for hour so I can get at least a little sleep. I have nightmare most every night and horrifying daydreams when I’m outside. I try not to cry, I try to be strong for them, but I can’t. I can’t help but imagine all of the horrible things they could be going through. I have seen the face of a killer, a psychopath, and it isn’t pretty.
"don't scream or I will blow your brains out" He said with a stern voice.
I complied and I covered my mouth with my hand as to make sure absolutely no sound came out. A tear slipped out of my eye as the unknown man came closer. I nudged Niall to get him to wake up and he did and was in the same frozen position I was in. I just got him back please I can't lose him again.
My mind is just out of control right now and my body won’t listen to its constant pleas to stay in the bed. My legs created a mind of their own and next thing I knew I am on top of the scary man and we both fall to the ground. His gun was knocked from his hands and slides to the other side of the room. It was an equal distance from both of us and without hesitation we both jumped for the pistol...Then BANG! lights out…
“Ahh!” I screamed out loud, flashing back to that horrible day when I was almost taken from the world. My heart started racing and sweat dripped down my forehead. I can’t…I just can’t…
Jake’s POV~~
As I drove down the busy street towards my destination I couldn’t believe I had come up with such a good plan. This is the answer to all my prayers. I pulled up to the house. I quickly walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. The door swung open and I was met with bright orange hair. Ugh.
“ugh hey twerp is your sister here?” I said in annoyance as I pushed past her and into the house. He hit the wall with a thud.
“Um…sh-she’s up s-stairs in h-her room.” She stuttered, so fucking annoying she is.
“OK, now go away before I rip out my eyes.” I said climbing up the stairs. I knocked on the door and within a few seconds it opened up, showing me my purple headed best-friend.
“Jakie! Hey!” She said, pulling me into a hug. I walked into her room.
“Hey Alycia…I have a job for you to do for me…”
Notes
WHOOP WHOOP CHAPTER 5!!
sorry about taking 2 weeks to post this, but I have been really of my game lately. I have been having a lot of crap happen to me, so I have been a little distracted. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Can you believe Jake would lay a finger on poor little Niya?!?!!? I I want to punch him, and I made him up. Jake pisses me off so much. Uh and now Alycia and Falicity are in the mix, what do you think Alycia is going to help Jake with???
Don't forget to check out imustbeallie she is Alycia's character, and Aleanbh the Liam Girl , Falicity's character. they are both great writers!!!
Also the contest has official ended. I am sooo nervous, wish me luck!!!!!!!
Goodbye for now my lovely suffocaters!!
~~ Lauryn~~
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