I sat in my backyard and looked up at the clear blue sky. It's around 7 in the morning and I haven't slept or eaten since last night when I saw the note.

I've just been thinking of what could happen to me. What does he want with me?

Will he kill me? Threaten me? I don't know.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Zayn.

After a few rings he finally picked up.

"Hello?" he answered with a tired voice.

"Hey. Did I wake you up?"

"Yeah. Can I go back to sleep now?"

I chuckled lightly and sighed.

"Actually I need you to come over."

There was a pause. "Are you okay?"

"I don't think so. I really need you here."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he said and hung up.

***

Zayn came minutes later through the back gate. He sat beside me on the deck and took my hand.

"What's wrong?"

I sighed and handed him the note. He looked at it with his eyebrows furrowed then clenched his fist and stood up. He paced the deck, rubbing the back of his neck. He stopped and took one of the folding chairs and threw it. I flinched and looked down at my hands.

"This is all my fault," he kept repeating.

He kneeled down in front of me and held my hands.

"I'm so sorry, Emily. I'm so so sorry," he exclaimed with his head on my lap.

I softly ran my fingers through his hair. I know there's nothing he can do to. And I know that's what's upsetting him most.

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is! I brought you into this when I knew I shouldn't have. I knew something like this would happen."

"It'll be okay," I said even though there isn't any proof of that being true.

We sat like that on the deck until we decided to go inside.

I closed the sliding door behind us and we went up to my room. I sat on my bed while Zayn scrolled through his phone.

He held it up to his ear and leaned against the wall. I layed on my bed and focused my attention on Theo.

"Hey Harry. . . I'm going to need your help. . . Chris is coming for Emily. . . I know. . . I don't know. . . anything we can." He whispered something else I couldn't hear then hung up, sighed, and sat next to me.

It was quiet while Zayn played with my hair like I did to his earlier.

"Are you scared?"

I nodded. Yes, I'm scared, who wouldn't be? A psycho is coming for me and I have no idea when or what for.

"What's going to happen?"

"I don't know. I'm going to do everything I can to protect you. That's what I promised to do and I'm going to stick to it."

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his next, nudging my head to his neck. Zayn tightly wrapped his arms around my waist. Neither of us let go.

Silent tears ran down my cheeks. I know Zayn will do what he can but we both know that isn't much.

"I love you," Zayn whispered.

***

"Maybe he just wants to talk to her."

I now sat on the couch in Zayn's apartment. Harry was here and he sat beside me while Zayn stayed standing.

"Why would you think that?" Zayn asked Harry.

"This will be his first time meeting her. He'll most likely want to propose an offer to her like he does with everyone else."

"Propose what?" I asked Harry.

"I don't know. A position maybe."

"Well if that's the case then it's the least of our worries."

"Yeah but then you'll say no and that's when things start to happen."

I put my head in my hands.

"This is too much for tonight. I'm tired and I just want to go home."

Zayn nodded and grabbed his keys. I said goodbye to Harry and then we walked out of his apartment.

Zayn pulled up to my house minutes later. I stepped out of the car and walked up to my house, opening the door and walking inside.

Tyler and Dad were upstairs. I sat on the couch and sighed.

This is too much. I haven't even met Chris and I already can't handle this pressure. I'm just here waiting for him to show up. I don't know when he'll come, it could be in a few days or next week, I have no idea. But this anxiety is going to drive me crazy.

I was close to falling asleep here on the couch since I was so tired, when I heard a noice in the kitchen.

I stood up and walked toward the kitchen door, rubbing my tired eyes so I could see better.

"Tyler?"

I turned the corner and saw a man sitting on the stool. He wore a slight smile that gave me chills and his eyes were full of hate.

"Hello, Emily."

I couldn't get any words out. He stood up from the stool and slowly walked towards me. I backed up until I was against the wall, not having anywhere else to go as he cornered me.

"W-Who are you?" I was barely able to say even though I have a pretty good idea who this is.

"My name is Chris. Nice to finally meet you."

After those words had left his mouth, I didn't have enough time to yell upstairs or to be terribly scared because everything turned black.

***

When I finally woke up my head hurt a lot. I was dizzy and I felt sick. I peeled my eyes open and had to blink to see properly.

I was in a big, red room. There were paintings hung on the walls, the walls were a shade of dark red, the carpet a lighter shade of red. I was seated at a large table with chairs surrounding it. At the head of the table was Chris.

I made an attempt to stand up and was shocked that I could. I expected to be tied to the chair. I looked at my hands and feet and didn't see any rope. Nothing. I could run right now. The problem would be I have no idea were to run to. Where am I?

"Glad to see you're up. As you can see, I didn't tie you up. You could leave right now. But I believe you won't. You're smarter than that." He motioned to the chair and I slowly took a seat.

"What do you want from me?" I asked with a shaky voice.

"Ah! Now isn't that the question. I'd like to talk to you, Emily. That's it, just a talk."

"Why did you bring me here? What is this place?"

"This is a facility I own for my business. And I couldn't risk you letting your family know I was in the house so here we are."

I only looked at him.

"So, as I was saying. I have an offer for you." He rose from his seat and slowly started walking around the table.

"I am willing to have you come work for me. I don't have many female helpers and I believe you are an excellent choice. You definitely have the body for it. It wouldn't take much."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"There are people who invest in my business but they don't think that I'm being fully loyal. I'm not but they don't need to know that. So when they start getting doubts I pay them extra, get them drunk at some party, and they usually request a lady," he smirked and looked at me.

"You want me to be a whore?"

Is that what he's saying?

"However you wish to put it. You'll be paid for this don't worry."

This is sick. Who does he think I am? This is his proposal? I was going to say no to anything he offered but definitely to this. There is no way I'm doing that.

He circled the whole table and was now standing right next to me.

"So are you in?"

"Hell no."

He sighed and fixed his suit. Then in one swift motion he had me by the throat. He pulled the chair back which is now laying on the floor and has me pinned to the wall by the throat.

Isn't this just a wonderful day I'm having? Note the sarcasm.

"No isn't an option. No one says no to me, do you understand? Those guys would be lucky to have you." He said and then proceeded to tortured me as he layed his hand on my hip and slowly brought it up. He outlined the curve of my breast and then felt my hair. He roughly nudged his head in the crook of my neck and took a deep breath through his nose.

"You smell lovely."

He then placed one kiss on my neck then backed up. I haven't been more grossed out in my life.

"I'll let you think about your decision. You can go home now."

I rushed to the door and was about to pull it open when he stopped me.

"No, sweetie, not that way," he chuckled.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I turned around when I heard footsteps but then all turned black.

***

I woke up in my house and on my couch. My head hurt again and I groaned as I rubbed the sore spot.

My phone began to ring and I picked it up when I saw it was Zayn.

"What happened? I called like five times. Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry but. . . he came."

"What?! Is he there now?"

"No. It just happened. He took me to some building with a red room and-" I was having trouble getting the words out. I was now starting to react to having being touched by him.

"Hey, calm down. Take a deep breathe and try to explain."

"He touched me Zayn. He t-touched me and there was nothing I could do. It felt so wrong!" Tears started to slide down my cheeks.

I've cried so much lately and I'm sick of it. I'm tired of crying.

I heard him take a deep breath to try and relax. After a few moments of silence he spoke again.

"Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm okay."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there." I could hear him blaming himself.

"It's not your fault. It's his."

He only sighed. "Get some rest baby. I'll see you tomorrow."

I hung up and layed my phone back on the table. I didn't have enough energy to walk upstairs to my room. So I layed down on the couch and soon fell asleep.

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A/N: well. . . that happened. How do you guys feel about it?

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