Kidnapped by One Direction

I can’t believe I lost control like that. How could I be so stupid? Simon is going to kill me when he sees the damage I did to his property.
I’m sorry, but at the same time, I’m glad I did it. I needed to get rid of the pent up anger. It wasn’t healthy.
My knuckles were bruised and bleeding, so I wrap them in a gauze and try not to bend my third knuckle too much. The knuckles stopped bleeding quickly, but my finger requires constant attention. I think I cut it pretty deep. I might even need stitches. It’s quite worrying, actually.
I lost control about three hours ago. And it’s still soaking the bandages through.
I lean against the wall and slide down, eventually ending in a sitting position. I can’t believe any of this. It’s surreal. I just can’t catch a break.
I freeze, getting an idea. The screw. The screw that cut me. It’s still in the wall!
I jump up too fast, getting dizzy, but I shake it off and run over to the wall. It’s still sticking out, bent slightly sideways. Grabbing it, I yank the screw towards me. After a few pulls, it comes out.
I look around wildly, finding nothing else of use in the room. The force of pulling the screw out caused my knuckles to bleed again, but who cares?
Simon has to come back sometime.
And this time, I’ll be ready.




Around what I’m guessing is forty minutes later, the doorknob jiggles. I jump up. I wasn’t expecting him to be back so soon.
“Amber?” he calls, looking around the room. Little does he know I’m hidden behind the door.
He steps into the room, still not seeing me. I try not to breathe, praying that he doesn’t see me.
“Are those holes in my wall?” he shouts, striding over to take a better look at them.
I made sure to close the bathroom door. That way, he’ll think that I’m in there.
He turns to pound on the door, assuming that it’s locked.
This is my chance. I surge forward, catching him by surprise, and dig the screw into his Achilles tendon.
He screams, turning around. Before he can catch me though, he collapses.
I’m running out the door, closing it, locking it. He can’t get out.
I lean against the door and take a deep breath.
I can hear him moving around in there, doing something. It’s probably in my best interest to go now.
I’m off, looking for a phone. Something, some way to get out of here.
I hear a distant ringing noise and follow it, searching. On an end table next to a couch, I see it. It’s an iPhone, lit up. The caller id is familiar, as well as the contact picture.
It’s Louis.
I answer, not daring to say anything until he talks first.
“Fuck! Simon, you need to give her back!” I still don’t say anything.
“Answer me, you fucking wanker!” he screams.
“Lou?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh..oh my god. Amber? Is that you? How do you have his phone?”
“It’s a long story…can you...can you just pick me up, Lou? I’m scared.” I whimper.
“Of course…HARRY, LIAM! GET IN HERE!” he yells, making me jump.
I hear him explaining to the boys what happened and that they need to drive to Simon’s house asap.
“Stay on the phone with me, Amber. I mean it.” He commands.
“Okay.” I whisper. I curl into a ball and wait for my rescuers to come.

Notes

Sorry, it's a bit later than I expected it to be. Shorter, too.
I went to see divergent! It was really good. If you liked the book, you'll definitely love the movie :)