NaNoWriMo another 3,541 words. Unedited.

Chloe

Hell in one phrase would be this: the situation we are in right now.

There is clearly a person outside the kitchen and I haven’t a clue in the universe how we are supposed to get out of here without being seen. I don’t trust that person that is outside because even after only a few moments of talking to Bradley and then seeing that person I’m getting really bad vibes. It seems like they are there to harm us. Not necessarily physically, but maybe emotionally or verbally or any other type of bad situation you could think of.

I bit down really hard on my bottom lip and kept crouched on the down low next to Bradley. He widened his brown eyes at me and frowned as he tilted his head in the direction of the window. It was hard to be sure if the person was close enough to hear us or if the windows were soundproof or anything so he mumbled quietly, “What do we do Chloe?”

I shrugged my shoulders and rested my hands on the top of my knees, feeling the stretch of my weight against the back of my legs. It didn’t exactly feel very good because I normally don’t exert this much force on myself. I winced a bit and closed my eyes as I considered some options for us.

We could try to quickly run out the back way, but then we’d definitely be on the chase and I have no clue what type of equipment, or vehicle, or whatever else this guy has with him. We could also just stay in place for the rest of the night and hope that this guy would get the message or freeze to death or something so that we’d be left alone. Finally, the third option I could think of was to just talk to the guy and get everything over with now so we didn’t have to worry.

Opening my eyes up again slowly, I lifted up a hand and lightly wiped my eyes. A bit of water, almost tears, but not quite, had escaped from the worrying and fright I’d been experiencing over the past day.

 I turned a bit and faced Brad again before speaking up quietly.  “Louis and I can slowly escape out the door, granted we’d have to be slow so the guy doesn’t notice. Then you guys can open up the door and see what the creeper is doing. Maybe you can talk to him and get him to leave because no matter who he is he’s honestly being super scary right now.”

I inhaled a sharp breath as I saw him shake his head before he spoke up himself. “No. you guys cannot leave. It’s too risky especially when you’re the only girl and I know the guy can see us fairly well. I’m sure he’s already spotted you and got a headcount so he’d be freaking out. Especially if he’s bad. If he’s just walking around and creeping it might not be so bad of a situation but still. We cannot afford to risk anything right now.”

Before I frowned I thought about it for a minute and then I nodded my head. I guess Brad was right. If anybody knew anything about hiding out it’d be him and Connor anyways. They’ve been the ones doing that for a while. Even if it was only from fans. I glanced over at the rest of the boys and they were all nodding their heads in agreement with Brad.

Tristan got up from his perch next to James and walked over to the door. He gave the door a hard tug and pulled it slack toward the wall so that it was possible for a person to get through. I could hear a rough jump before I saw Tristan dust off the bottom of his jeans and salute us from down where he was. He spoke up loudly to the guy so that it was possible for the rest of us that were still inside the house to hear him.

“Who are you?” He questioned loudly, sticking his hands within the pockets of his jeans.

We could hear no words or mumbles of any sort from where we were positioned; all we could do is see what was going on. The guy that was down there placed his hands over Tristan’s mouth, effectively muting him, before he walked up toward the house, dragging Tristan all the way inside and slamming the door once he was positioned directly in front of us.

The man held his head down to the ground so there wasn’t a chance in hell that we could tell who he’s supposed to be. He was wearing jeans that were slung rather low on his hips and a dark blue plaid shirt. His arms were wrapped tightly around Tris’ waist, making it rather impossible for him to talk, let alone breathe. It was really freaking me out and by process of elimination and the color of the man’s hair I was highly assuming that this complete ass of a man had to be Louis’ and my kidnapper.

I quickly rose to my feet and tried to pull the man off of Tristan. I wasn’t very strong myself so luckily James, Bradley, Connor, and Louis all stood to their feet as well and pulled them apart. Tristan fell to the floor, nearly knocking down on top of Connor causing the both of them to wince and Tristan to start coughing madly. “You are insane.” Tristan coughed out as he glared at the man and positioned himself up better on the tile flooring.

Once everyone seemed to be positioned a bit better and we thought we had stuff controlled so the man wouldn’t try to strangle anyone else, I glanced over at the man in complete curiosity so I could try to finally figure out who our kidnapper is. He was a rather tall guy, pretty young, I’d say my grade or maybe a year or two older, and he was rather lanky looking. I wouldn’t say he’s the ugliest guy I’d ever seen in my entire life, but pretty dang close.

He looked kind of familiar but I couldn’t place him and it was really freaking me out. If I didn’t know his name how am I supposed to report him to the police when The Vamps, Louis and I finally get away? That’s just it. We wouldn’t.  I think that may be the man’s main priority.

The guy walked over to me and cupped my face in his smooth hands and scowled at me. “Young, poor Chloe.” He spoke in a voice that apparently was supposed to sound soothing but honestly only scared the crap out of me. “I’ve loved you for so so long and now I’ve finally got you.” He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I didn’t kiss him back and I was too shocked to move back. After a few more moments though he got pissed off that I didn’t kiss him and slapped my cheek. “You must kiss me.”

I shook my head at him and smirked, rolling my eyes before I shoved him off me, using all my strength. “You’re such an airhead. You let Louis and I get away the first time and it didn’t take much at all. Plus, yeah, I’d rather not kiss a jerk like you. After all I have a boyfriend.”

“Ben’s dead.” The man scoffed, pointing his blazing green eyes in my direction. “And you might as well be too.”

I shut my eyes trying to already burn this man out of my memory or better yet actually remember who he is. I knew that he was lying to me about Ben because not even an hour ago we’d been watching the television and they were discussing Ben’s innocence. I could tell this man had no weapons on him whatsoever unless they were back in a vehicle or some shit so.

I backed up from the man and landed myself directly in the line of Louis’ chest.

He swung his arms around me protectively and pecked my cheek before whispering lightly in my ear. “Don’t worry about him. We will be free from him soon and him in jail, do you know him?” I shook my head once again and looked down at the ground, thankful for Louis being there and at the same time regretful because I didn’t know our kidnapper’s name.

I figured maybe I’d have a shot and the man would actually tell me his name so I went for it. “What’s your name?” I spoke up, looking back up into his eyes and letting mine soften so he thought I meant no harm when I had complete ulterior motives altogether.

“Don’t you already know it, Chloe?” He scoffed, lightly shoving Brad against the counter, causing me to hear whines and a bunch of puffing as he tried to regain his breath. I glanced over at him for a moment, frowning deeply in concern and hoping he’d be alright as I released myself from Louis’ grip to walk over to the kidnapper.

“No, no I don’t. But maybe you can remind me?” I did a silent prayer for Ben’s forgiveness before leaning in and wrapping my arms around the man’s waist, trailing my lips up and down his jaw. “You look very familiar so can you tell me?”

He widened his eyes substantially from my actions and moved his hands around my waist to my ass. “How do you not know me? I’ve known you since we were just little kids in kindergarten.” He squeezed my backside, causing me to close my eyes and curse him inside.

How badly I would love to kick him in the groin right now. I think I will as soon as I get a name and a little bit more information out of him. I’ve got a pretty good kick on me if I do say so myself. He’d be cursing my name, and no not the dirty way, for the next few hours if I got my foot up there.

I shrugged my shoulders, fooling him into thinking that I was enjoying his actions when I was actually wincing. “I don’t know. Please tell me.”

He was such an idiot. He was falling for my trap and I honestly hardly had to do anything at all. “My name is Brad.” I widened my eyes at the knowledge that he actually told me and the fact that I had a new friend with the same name as him. I bit down hard on my bottom lip and shut my eyes up tightly before squeezing kidnapper Brad hard. I guess there’s plenty more questions that need to be asked now.

Louis

I couldn’t believe the kidnapper’s name is actually Brad. That’s mind blowing and honestly quite ridiculous after we have a friend named Bradley Simpson and now we get to deal with this Brad as well. I decided in my head that the kidnapper is going to have the nickname B and then we’d still call Brad Simpson either Brad or Bradley. It’s easier than making everything confusing by having the two people have the same name. I decided I’d tell the rest of the boys and Chloe that later so they’d get a slight idea of what I was thinking.

I also couldn’t believe was Chloe was doing. It was like she was doing some form of seduction on B. I suppose it was a genius idea since it was a way to get answers out of the guy, but at the same time, she has a boyfriend and I think he’d kill B if he knew what Chloe was doing right now. He might even kill Chloe if he didn’t understand the motives. But I should stop thinking about anybody killing anybody because it’s making everything bad and I don’t exactly want to worry about that. I just want to worry about getting away from B, having Chloe be safe, and back to my band.

Chloe and B just stood there for (I don’t even know, I’m just guessing so) probably fifteen minutes, talking quietly and every once and a while I’d see a soft and sad smile appear on Chloe’s face before she would nod her head and then speak in a quiet voice something else to him. It was almost frightening because she could’ve easily been falling under his charm and the five of us boys would not have been able to stop her.

Though my perspective on everything changed rather quickly. Once Chloe was done having a conversation with B she rested his forehead against his when he made another attempt to kiss her and ended up kicking him really hard directly in the groin. He cursed and brought his hands up, quickly falling down to his knees, holding his hands against his balls. He was whimpering almost like a little girl and began cursing really loudly at Chloe. She smirked and wiped her hands off with satisfaction even though she hadn’t used them.

“My job is done here.” She laughed lightly and walked over and grabbed each of our hands individually and brought us up to our feet. “Let’s pack and try to get away from him and out of this hell hole.”

I smirked softly and gave Chloe a fist bump before all of us headed out of the room, leaving B cursing us and keeping his hand against his balls. I think we knew better to know that the pain would only last for a little while, leaving us not all that much time to get out before he would come after us again probably with a worse fate for us then before.

It wasn’t like Chloe or I had any luggage since we’d basically taken camp here the night before so we didn’t have to worry. It was more so just go to the bathroom so we don’t need to worry for a while. Though I suppose we could help The Vamps pack up all their necessities that they brought along.

But anyways, that’s basically what we did for the next hour, helped to pack up everything those boys had with and then ran outside beginning our journey out of this small town that was slowly beginning our personal hell.

Aimee

Have you ever had a situation where you were completely skeptical about your feelings surrounding someone and you were worried that it was worse than you ever expected so then you figured you’d hide out in your room or do something totally crazy so you could forget that any feelings for the person ever arose? That was kind of my situation for Dallas once I arrived home.

I had kind of been considering him for a while. I mean he is younger than me, which I normally don’t find all that great because I like my men to be older than me. But for some reason of which I have no idea, I find it totally attractive that Dallas is younger than me. It is not even just that either. He’s honestly a completely cute human being with his deep brown eyes and curly blond hair.

He’s also always been super overprotective over me which I’m so happy about because no one has ever really shown that protectiveness that he does. It makes me feel like I’m worth something and not just his younger sister’s best friend to him. It makes me feel like there could be a slight chance that he actually likes me too. I would say that’s definitely more evident after the little bit of kissing that we did today back at school.

It feels so so wrong though. I feel like if Chloe were here she would not approve and she’d be frowning at me and trying to hook me up with some other guy. She’d rather I date an ex of hers then date her brother, I’m almost certain of that. I’m sure maybe she would try to fake happiness for me because that’s just the type of person that she is, but still.

Granted, I don’t really like her boyfriend Ben and I haven’t said very much about it because I know that he makes her very happy. But for the sake of myself, the sake of Chloe and honestly the more I think about it the sake of Dallas as well, I will not pursue him. I will try to formulate a crush on some other guy.

Maybe I would have a chance with that Louis Tomlinson fellow after all, if he didn’t kidnap my best friend. We haven’t met each other so I don’t know if he’s some stuck up celebrity like I’ve heard rumors that some are, but through everything I know about One Direction he sounds like an amazing man and I’d love the opportunity to meet him, let alone being his friend or even getting the opportunity to be his girlfriend.  The odds are completely against me though and they always have been. After all Louis has millions of fans.

Anyway, enough of me over thinking like it may seem that I have been doing a lot of lately. I’m just gonna work on some homework and we will see where else that takes me tonight.

I leaned over and snatched up my purple messenger bag that I used as a backpack and placed it down in front of me on my bed. I took out my World Geography text book and my notebook and started scrawling down all the notes for the next chapter. It was always easier in that class to just take notes after class then during because our teacher talked and went through the notes extremely fast so hardly anyone could possibly keep up with him.

It was honestly extremely difficult to focus on the task at hand because my mind kept changing its course of thought. Most of the time it was on Chloe though and past things that the two of us had went through together before she disappeared.

I thought about the moments back in sixth or seventh grade where she didn’t like me very much and then got all her friends to turn against me so I didn’t have any friends for a while. When she tried to be friends with me again, I was really nervous that she’d turn on me again but being Chloe she swooped her way into my heart and with open arms I became friends with her again.

I also thought about back in elementary when we met at a sand box and back not even that long ago when I was going through a really rough breakup with my now obviously ex boyfriend Bradley. We’d been seeing each other for around two years when I found out that he’d been cheating on me. It wasn’t even just that either. He didn’t like me and he didn’t like the person he cheated on me with. He had a huge fascination with Chloe; it was almost kind of scary.

Chloe never really paid Bradley any attention and neither did I after we broke up. He was a waste of my time. Especially after I had fell head over heels for him and he turned out to be a complete jerk. In fact he still could be. I haven’t any idea. He’s not in any of my classes and for all I know he might not even go to this school anymore. In fact a large part of me hopes that he doesn’t.

There were several other basically irrelevant things that I thought about, but something I guess I kind of find important that I thought about was how she and Ben got together. The both of us, as in Chloe and I, were at one of his hockey games. He was playing fairly well but it was so dang obvious that he didn’t like being there. The rumor around school was at that time that his friends forced him into it, but I don’t know that’s kind of silly, but still possible I guess. Anyway, she was just sitting with me and watched Ben score the winning goal before he came over to the box in which we were sitting.

He swung both his legs over the posts and got down on one knee in front of Chloe almost like he was proposing and asked her out right there. I think the only reason she accepted was because it was in front of a ton of people and the way he asked her was kind of sweet. She honestly had absolutely no interest in Ben because she thought that he was a complete jerk. I was in complete agreement with her at that time and still believe the same thing. Of course she loves him now so it’s a different story, but I don’t know. I think that’s important to remember.

Anyways… I guess I’ll make another horrible attempt at taking these geography notes. I need all the luck in the world that I can possibly get to be honest.