TAKEN

I try to sit up more but I stop because of the pain going through my body.

“Didn’t we tell you not to run Isabella?” Niall speaks up making me cry even more because don’t know what they are going to do to me.

“I..I’m s-sorry” I say hoping that they will let it go. I mean come on they kidnapped me and they expected me to just be all happy and go along with all their stupid little plan?? No I am not going to stay like this, when I get the first chance I am breaking out of here and I don’t even like one direction anyway so there is no way I am going to stay under the same roof as them.

“No sorry’s about it, you shouldn’t of run and no you are going to have to pay for it!’ Harry rudely says. He shots me an evil glare and I don’t know how but it scares me I quickly back away from them going to be meet with wall. Oh god why are you doing this me. And this angry me!!!

“No, and when did you own me last time I check you had no say in what I do” I snap at him and I wish I didn’t because he quickly gets off the couch and comes closer to me ad slaps me in the face. I grab my cheek where he slapped me and winge at the pain

“Don’t ever speak to me like that or it will be a lot worse next time”. Harry growls at me. I try to move back again but then I remember the wall. He glares at me for a few more minutes before moving back and sitting on the couch.

“Please,” I beg, “why are you doing this”. They all glare at me and I can’t help but feeling like an animal that has done the wrong thing.

“You know why” Harry snaps.

“Haz, take It easy” Louis says trying to calm him done. I really am scared now. These boys are really scaring me. I don’t even think I have been this scared in my life unless there was that time….

*FLASHBACK*

“Isabella, get your ass out here now” my adoptive parent scream at me from the kitchen. I pause my music and get off my bed and walk downstairs to where Kylie, my adoptive parent, stands looking very pissed. What have I done now?

“Yeah” I say. She looks at me and point to the fridge. Oh she probably want some to go shopping like normally.

“Did you think to get some food while you were at the super market today?” she questions me. I work at the super market every day after school from 3:30 to 6:00 at night and when I get home I have something quick to eat and do all my homework and go to bed and then get up in the morning and go to school and do the same 5 days a week.

“Umm no because you didn’t give me any money and I forgot” I answer look down I know where this is going.

“well I don’t need to give you money for food that you eat do I now”
“no but…”

“No buts okay you should have got food for us, we are the ones that took you in and gave you a roof over your head and look after you and you didn’t even think to get us some food you useless piece of shit” she yells at me her face going redder by the minute.

“I am sorry okay I forgot” I answer trying get away from this crazy lady.

“No sorry doesn’t cut it” she walks up to me and slaps me right across the face.

“I will go to the shop now if you want” I try to plead with her but she doesn’t stop there. She pushes me into the wall and starts punching me anywhere she can hit.

“No you wont, you will go to your room and your wait until I decide what I can do with you” she snaps at me, I stand up to leave but before I can get anywhere she slaps me across the face again. After that I run back to my room and lock the door. I slide down the door and cry.

She scares me. I wish my real parents where still alive. After about 5 minutes I get up and walk into my bathroom and get my razor. And cut.

This is for Kylie. Cut. Thanks for hurting me.

This is for my real mum. Cut. Thanks for leaving me.

This is for my real dad. Cut. I miss you.

This is for David, my adoptive father. Cut. Thanks for making me scared.

This is for god for hating me. Cut.

This is for life. Cut.

This is for all my friends that backstab me. Cut.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut. Buy the time I am finished my arm is bleeding real bad. And for the first time in ages I am scared.


*end flashback*

That was the first time I ever cut myself and I kept doing it every time I was depressed. On my arm you can just see the last cut I did a week ago. And right now I feel like doing it again.

“Isabella?” Liam says snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Umm…”

“Did you just hear what I said??” I look up at him confused.

“No”

“I said I am sorry we had to do this but we did it because we had to” seriously they had to!!!! But why me. I am afraid of them. They could hurt me at any moment like harry did.

“Okay then” is all I say.

“Are you all right?” Zayn asks. Really just really.

“Seriously you have to ask that stupid question when I am totally not alright. I got kidnapped by all of you and you have the nerve to ask me if I am okay! I am not okay. I just want to go home. I don’t want to be here. I am not a toy. So just let me go alright. You all scare me. Let me go and I promise I will forget everything” I plead. They just stare at me.

“I am sorry but you cant leave” Niall softly says.

“why?”

“Because we cant let you go”

“Why”

“Because we need you”

“Why?

“Stop asking why. Okay. You are here and you are never ever leaving. Got it” can you guess who says that. Yep. Harry.

“Why??” I whinge.

“I said stop saying why. And you disobeyed me so you have to be punished.” Harry walks over to me and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder and starts carrying me upstairs. Oh no what is going to do to me!!!!!!!!

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