The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

*Jess's POV*

"Jess!" I knew that voice, it was Zayn!
"Zayn! Help!" Suddenly, large hands pulled the blindfold off. I saw Zayn.

"Zayn! Micheal...H-he...H-h-he said h-he k-killed you...and that y-you never wanted me for anything but sex...b-b-but, I knew it. I knew he was lying! Where is he? I need to kick his ass!"
"Well, Liam kinda took care of that, love." I looked over at Liam, who was holding a gun. On the ground was Micheal, surrounded by a pool of blood.

"I think I'm gonna be sick..." I said, as I quickly pulled my eyes away from his corpse.
"Shh, babe. It's OK, everythings going to be OK." He kissed my forehead, and looked at me. "I...I thought I had lost you," He said, and tears formed in his eyes. "But you're safe now, and that's all that matters." He kissed all of the bruises on my body, removing ropes as he went. He smoothed and carressed the rope-burn marks I had from struggling to get out. He lifted me up off of the ground, and I saw police cars as he wrapped my legs around his waist. I saw cameras flashing, and then, about nine tall men in suits surrounded us. "Zayn...Wha's happenning...?" "Shh...Don't fret, babygirl, it's almost over.

The darkness swallowed me, and the last thing I remember was collapsing in his arms.

Notes

sorry for such a short chapter...what did you think?

Again, Props to @ImHarrysGirl for guessing it!

~Annalisa