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Torn Away

The Secret Door.

Zayns P.O.V.

While her small frail body was shivering in my arms I couldn't help but think 'Who would do such a thing to an Angel?' She looked up at me. "I am far from anything like an Angel."
I looked at her with a curious look on my face. "You might wanna stop thinking out loud and why did you narate that you looked at me with a curious look?"
I just pulled her back in and hugged her.She relaxed in my arms.
I am glad she felt safe with me.
"Hey hurry up would you!'' I heard Harry outside. Lyla jumped when she heard somebody out there. "It's okay Lyla. He's my friend we are a group of people that help people that are in situations like you.But to help you we have to know that you trust us okay?"
She just nodded you could see that she had been crying. I pointed up.
She looked up where I pointed. She mouthed the word vent and I nodded.
I told Harry to drop it down and he did.


Harry's P.O.V.


I heard Zayn tell me to drop the rope ladder down. I pulled the vent out of the way but it got caught. I heard Zayn say the 'mom' was coming!
I quickly push it down so quickly that it almost hit the poor girl but Zayn pulled her out of the way just in time.
They quickly climbed up and I sealed the vent and we stayed still waited for the mother to come and scream thats what happened every time. But no.
No mother coming in. No screaming. No yelling. No death threats.
Just as we were about to leave she walked through the door.
She looked at the cement wall oppisite of the door.
She walked up to it and she began ripping something away from the wall. Bricks.
She pulled on one from the bottom. The wall fell to a big pile and exposed a window and a door.Then she just walked out.
We heard a front door slam shut and her car pull away.


Lyla's P.O.V.


The whole time we were waiting in the vent I buried my head in Zayn's chest.
I heard a smash.Zayn was holding me. Why did I feel comfortable in this strangers comforting
arms?

Notes

So there you go fellow weirdos,creepers, ghosts, and most of all fellow living dolls I know what you're thinking 'What the hell is she talking about?!' Well I am a living doll! I have never told anybody that and i needed to tell somebody soooo...... who better than my loyal followers!
so I have been getting messages to make my chapters longer so I am trying to that but i still need a coauthor!

Comments

@Savanna horan

Okay, sorry. I'll take your comment into consideration when writing the following chapters.

I like it just it's confusing

@Savanna horan
Oh, well I'm sorry you didn't like it, but I think it was well written.

Well the third chapter and on