Troubled

My head was heavy on my shoulders like a stone. I couldn't collect enough strength to open my heavy eyelids and look around. The only thing I could do was breathe. My muscles were sore and tired, exhausted. I couldn't move.

The last thing I expected was a wave of icy cold water splashing my face. Spluttering, I squeezed my already closed eyes and arched my neck up to let the water fall down on the floor. Coughing loudly, I finally opened my eyes.

The room was plain and dark. It looked like a basement. My eyes glided across the wooden, damaged table and two chairs. They must be hundreds years old. With squinted eyes, I looked around and noticed a dirty drawer to match the furniture, and a small bed without covers or pillows; only a grey mattress sprayed with big, yellow dots.

"Looks amazing, right? This is the place I made for bitches like you," his voice hissed and the footsteps rang through the almost empty room. Everything echoed. I could feel the vibrations of his shoes hitting the floor as he walked around, my ear pressed against the filthy floor.

Alejandro laughed wickedly and looked down at the helpless girl on the floor. My light brown hair was stuck on my neck and cheeks, some of the wet, dirty strands stuck between my pale lips. My skin looked like ghosts'.

Growling loudly, Alejandro kicked me in the stomach, the tip of his dress shoe digging into my flesh and I whined weakly, curling into a smaller ball on the floor as if it could save me from him.

"What? Where's your man now to save you? Do you know what he did to me?!" Alejandro yelled and I shook my head, sobbing and shaking. He kicked again, my body jolting. It hurt so much, I felt the crack of my ribs.

"He fucking killed my father! Almost killed me, too! That son of a bitch will pay," Alejandro nodded to himself and kicked again. I screamed and curled up, my fragile body shaking. I couldn't breathe.

"Get the fuck up," Alejandro snapped and grabbed me by my forearms, pulling me up and causing me to wince loudly. My ribs were broken, that was for sure.

Slamming me against the wall, Alejandro leaned closer and gripped my chin tightly, forcing me to look at my right side. Through the tears, I saw a camera on the table, the red light blinking slowly.

"Say hi to your man," Alejandro whispered and slapped me hard. Before I could recover, he unbuckled his belt and smacked my face with the leather. It hurt more than kicking.

"Oh, look at you now. All red," he chuckled evilly and swung again, this time hitting my breasts. I bowed down to protect myself, but then the belt came down on my back.
I cried loudly, my body started to shake more, but Alejandro didn't stop. He pushed my back against the wall and swung the belt across my face. It was covered in red lines and black bruises.

After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped and looked at me. He probably couldn't recognize the girl in front of him, and he looked proud of his work.

"Well, Harry...if you can't pay, then she will," Alejandro smirked and turned the camera off.

***
ZAYN MALIK
My arms started to tremble as I stared at the black screen of my laptop. My chin was resting on my fists and I squeezed them hard, my nostrils flaring.
"You asshole! Bring her back!" Erin screamed and jumped off the couch, rushing towards me. Before she could reach me, Niall grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"You animal!" she sobbed,"This is your fault! You always hurt her!"

Sobbing hysterically, Erin gasped for air and Niall pulled her into his chest, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear and petting her hair. I gulped and stood up with everyone's eyes on me.

"I need to save her. Harry already got the location."

"We're going with you," Louis nodded and grabbed his gun, placing it under his jeans, against his back.

Nodding slowly, I grabbed my own gun and placed it on the same place, throwing my leather jacket on.

"Niall, stay with her," I looked at him with narrowed eyes and Niall nodded.

My legs felt as if they were made of iron. I could barely walk. The beating of my heart was slow and heavy, the blood rushing to my ears and my head started to ache.

My Angel was in danger because of me.

The first thing that crossed my mind was a pray. The first one in my life. I wanted her to be alive. I begged Him.

"I'll drive," Louis offered, unlocking his car and mentioning Liam and Harry to come with them. They were standing in front of the building and smoking. Raising his thumb up, Harry blew out the last smoke and threw the cigarette on the floor, right next to Liam's.

"Let's go," Liam murmured and ran towards the car.

***

The smell of rain was fresh in my nostrils as I walked up the stairs, kicking the door open. The mansion looked normal, with modern furniture and bright colours.

"Hey!" A man with a buzz cut yelled and I raised my gun, shooting him right in the forehead. The man fell on his back, dying with his eyes wide open.

"Well done," Harry smirked and walked through the mansion.

"We'll split. Harry and Louis, Liam and I. If you find her, remember that her life is the most important," I explained and squeezed the gun harder.

"Good luck," Louis hugged me.

"You too, man."

I walked through the mansion with Liam on my right side. Carefully, we crossed the hall and entered another one.

"Shit," Liam hissed when he spotted two men in suits, standing in front of the basement door. He raised his gun with me and we shot them. The bullets flew and ripped the skin of the men with guns in their hands. A man with blond hair managed to shoot, but as he fell backwards, the bullet went to the ceiling.

"C'mon," I spoke breathlessly and ran towards the door. I opened it and ran down the spiral stairs, smelling the mix of earth and water.

There were three halls, and I ran a hand through my hair frustratingly.

"Shit. What are we gonna do now?" Liam scratched the back of his neck and looked around.

"Zayn! Here! Look, can you see the footsteps?"

I squinted my eyes and spotted the footsteps in the mud going through the left hall.

"Let's go, then."

We walked heavily through the mud and kept looking back in every case. My breath was fast and shaky as I walked through the endlessly long hall. The lights of small bulbs on the ceiling lit up our path and I narrowed my eyes when I spotted something on the end of the hall.

"Can you see the door?" Liam breathed, preparing his gun.

Without a reply, I ran towards the door and kicked it open with my heavy boot. Darkness, again.

"Angela?!" I yelled and my heart started to beat faster. I gasped loudly, trying to breathe, to calm down. But all I wanted was my Angel to come back, to be alive. It was all because of me. Her poor, weak body couldn't handle the beating.

"No," I sobbed dryly and ran through the empty rooms.

I leaned against the wall and listened carefully, my heart beating in my ears. The small whimpers could be heard through the empty rooms.

"Angela! Answer me!" I called and ran from the room to room. It was like a labyrinth.

"No!" her weak voice pleaded, but I could hear it clearly.

"Angela!" I rushed towards the door in front of me and opened it.

Darkness. A small TV on the table with black screen and Angela's voice sobbing through the speakers, with a note next to the DVD player.

"Your life for hers. Meet me tomorrow at six o'clock on the bridge where you killed my father," I read out loud and felt my heart break like a balloon inside of my chest.

We'd never be happy. One of us had to die.

Notes

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