I breathed in a huff of fresh air. I really missed going outside and since last week I have been going on daily walks. This route seemed familiar, I realised at one point.

Then it hit me, my feet were taking me to my childhood. My parents house. The house my mother and fathers tragic death took place. I didn't try to go in a different direction. I only walk in One Direction.

I walked down the driveway. Now the door was baracaded with thick wooden boards, and no tape. What the police dont know is I know another way in. My hand slipped under the deck and searched fro the nail the extra key jung on.

Aha! Got it. I ran out back and opened the lock to the celler door. I slipped in, closing it behiend me. I rushed up the stairs and up into my old bedroom. Then I heard it.

Footsteps downstairs. "Hellooo? Whos there?" a creepy rough voice called out.

I curled up in a ball and close myself in my closet. The wooden floor creaked inside my room. "Hello? Anyone want to playyyy?"

My eyes widened and I pulled a pile of blankets over my head as a disguise. The door opened slowly. very slowly, through the tiny crack in the blankets I could see the person now. It was a thin man with frizzy brown hair and buldging eyes.

He heald a jagged knife and a gun in each hand. I squeezed my eyes shut until I heard the door close and hopped out of my hiding spot.

But when I turned around the man was inside the closet. A scream escaped my lips before he grabbed me and heald his knife to my head. "Hello little girl."

"Now, won't you be the perfect hostage?" he cackled.

I started breathing heavily as he pushed me down the stairs and out the cellar door. I have never been so terrified in my life. And this time, no one is here to save me.

Not my parents.
Not Kendra.
Not the boys.
And Not Niall.

I am now a hostage.

Notes

See what I did ther with the title? Under covers...because she hid under the blankets....yeah....okay you get it.