I layed on my bed while I had music playing. I layed there trying to relax. There's too much going on, and too much to think about.

I'm still shocked that Chris is Sara's father. And bringing Margaret to see her wasn't a good idea according to Zayn. I haven't talked to him since our debate two days ago.

How can he blame me? He could've easily told me about this months ago but he seems to have a problem with telling the truth. It's hard to trust him if he keeps things from me. I wonder if there's anything else he's hiding.

I heard some banging coming from downstairs and shot up from my laying position. I looked out the window and didn't see Dad or Tyler's car in the driveway.

There was more noice and heavy footsteps. I quickly went for my phone and scrolled for Zayn's number.

After a few rings he picked up with a sigh.

"Yeah?"

"Zayn. There's someone in my house."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in my room and they're downstairs."

"Lock the door. I'll be there soon." He then hung up.

I went to lock the door but then I noticed it was quiet. No more footsteps, nothing. Maybe they left.

I opened my door just a crack and peeked out into the hallway. It was empty. I walked out into the hallway and slowly walked down the stairs and into the living room. There was no one. I went to the kitchen and there was nothing except and shattered plate on the floor. After cleaning up the mess there was a knock at the door. Zayn.

I turned around to go get the door but was startled by a man standing in front of me. I screamed as he quickly grabbed me and struggled to keep me still. I continued to kick and scream, trying to break free.

"Emily?" I heard Zayn say from the other side of the door.

"Zayn!" I streaked.

I heard banging and then the door flew open and Zayn quickly rushed in.

"Emily!"

But then it all went black.

***

Why are they always knocking me out? Ouch.

I slowly opened my eyes. I was laying on a cold, damp floor in a dark room. The room was empty except one chair that was placed in the middle of the room in front of me.

The door opened and Chris walked in, taking a seat on the chair.

"Tie her up."

A man came in and held me still as he tied my hands behind my back then walked out.

Chris only stared at me for a few minutes before opening his mouth to speak.

"So you put the pieces together, hmm?"

I didn't answer.

"And you had Margaret meet Sara." He chuckled. "What did you think would happen? Well, obviously Sara came to me and told me about that. That wasn't very wise of you, Emily."

"What do you want?"

"This entire situation as become out of control, more trouble than it needs to be. I only wish to end it."

After I didn't say anything he sighed.

"Bring her in," he said loud enough for someone outside to hear.

The door opened once again and a man brought Margaret in and threw her on the floor beside me.

"Emily!" She exclaimed. She then looked around the room and saw Chris sitting in the chair.

"Hello," he grinned when she saw him.

"Chris? What are you doing?!"

"Just taking care of some things."

"No, no. Let her go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that. Now to get down to business. How was your time with Sara?"

Margaret looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You met Sara a few days ago, am I right?"

"Yes, but how do you know about that?"

"Sara told me. She was very surprised."

Margaret only stared at him for a moment, trying to put pieces together.

"It was you. You took her away from me all those years ago!"

"It really took you this long to get that? You're dumber than I thought," He laughed.

"Why would you do that to me?!"

"Because I could take better care of her than you could. You didn't deserve her."

"You're sick!"

"Maybe so. But that's not the point. See, you risked some things meeting her that day and I'm trying to correct it. You had Sara thinking she couldn't trust me. Obviously that's not true."

"She needed her mother."

"She didn't need you! She's better off with me. Anyway, get over it."

I stayed quiet as they argued.

"You bastard!"

Chris stood up and smacked Margaret hard across her face.

"Now shut up," He demanded. "Back to you," he looked over at me again.

He kneeled down in front of me and took out a pocket knife. I shook with fear as I watched him twist his wrist to open the knife.

"You've caused a lot of problems, Emily," He spoke slowly as he brought the knife closer to my thigh. The sharp tip touched my thigh.

"I hope you learn a lesson from this," He said and then slowly started to twist the knife into my leg.

I screamed in pain but was unable to do anything. Moving only made the pain worse. Chris smirked as he watched me scream.

"Stop! Leave her alone!" Margaret tried to interfere. Chris slapped her again but harder than the last time.

"Silence, dear. You'll get your turn."

When the knife couldn't go any deeper, he slowly pulled it out. Which hurt more than putting it in.

He cleaned off his knife and I looked down at my wound. Blood started to stain my pants as my tears dripped onto the wound.

He then grabbed Margaret and gave her to the guard standing outside the door. He came back towards me.

"What do you want with me?" I managed to get out.

"For now, I'm going to make you suffer," He said and then walked out, leaving me alone in the dark room.

***

I don't know how much time has passed for sure but I know that it's been hours. For hours I've been alone in this room.

I thought back to before I was knocked out. I remember seeing Zayn. Where is he? What did they do with him?

Chris then entered the room again.

"What have you done with, Zayn?" I immediately asked.

"Oh that's right. I completely forgot about your boyfriend," he laughed lightly. "Bring him in."

Zayn was pushed through the door and fell to the floor. His face was bruised and bloody, and his clothes had patches of blood. He had a large cut on his cheekbone, a black eye, and a bruised chin. His hands were also tied together and he was unable to even lift his head.

"No. What have you done to him?!"

I attempted to get over to where he was the best I could, but my injured leg made it difficult to crawl. But I still managed.

I stopped in front of him and looked down. My eyes began to tear up.

"Zayn? Zayn, can you hear me?"

"Emily," he whispered weakly.

"It's okay, I'm right here."

"Oh God please stop! You're giving me a headache," Chris interrupted. Zayn groaned in pain as Chris roughly lifted him up and placed him on the chair.

Chris punched him once and he nearly fell off the chair.

"Stop it! Leave him alone. Do whatever you want to me but just don't hurt him!"

"You hear that, Zayn? Your girlfriend over here is giving me permission."

"No," Zayn coughed out. He tried to get up but fell back on the chair.

Chris kneeled down in front of me and smirked. He took his finger and placed it lightly on the wound on my leg. Then he suddenly pushed down on it with all his strength.

I yelped at the agonizing pain. He kept pushing down on it and soon the pain was too much and I slipped into unconsciousness.

***

I woke up again in the same room and Zayn was still sitting in the chair, unconscious.

I stuggled to get off the floor and over to him. I shook his shoulder with my arm as I stood over him. He woke up and looked up at me.

"Emily, are you okay?"

"Don't worry about me. We have to get out of here."

"We will. Trust me."

"We won't get anywhere if we just sit here."

I sat on the floor and put my hands under my thighs and over my legs, now I had my hands in front of me. I stood behind Zayn as I tried to untie his hands.

"Emily, help is coming."

"What are you talking about?"

"Before I got to your house I called some friends. I thought this might happen. They're on their way."

"Seriously?"

He nodded, I smiled and kissed his cheek. I succeeded in getting his hands free. He rubbed his wrists and then got my hands free.

I went for the door but he caught my arm and placed me on his lap.

"Zayn, what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, only looked at my leg. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but it didn't look good.

He tensed and then allowed me to get off his leg.

"Are you okay to walk?" He asked.

"I'll be fine," I lied. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine," he repeated.

I sighed. "Right. Now lets get out of here."

Right then the building shook and there was yelling and gun shots.

"They're here," Zayn smirked.

"They've got bombs?!"

"They have everything."

He stood up and we headed for the door. It was surprisingly open, it didn't have a lock. Zayn peeked out of the door first before we went out into the hallway. The guard was gone, he must of went towards the fight.

"We have to find Margaret. She's here, Chris has her."

Zayn nodded and grabbed my hand and we ran as fast as we could down the long hall. All the halls looked the same, and it was difficult to tell which way to go. We took a left hoping for the best but soon stood in front of the opposite.

Chris held a gun to us and chuckled.

"I was waiting for you two to break free. Now move."

He gestured the gun to a door so we all walked through. Sara stood in the room with a scared expression as the building shook again, some rubble fell from the ceiling. Margaret was seated in the middle of the room.

"Dad, we have to get out of here!"

"Just a moment, sweetie. I have to take care of these three."

Sara looked at Zayn and I and her expression hardened.

Chris had us stand in the middle of the room next to Margaret as he stood in front of us with the gun still pointing in our direction.

We heard yelling from down the hall.

"Fire! Fire!"

I was terrified to say the least. There was no way to get out of this. We would either burn or Chris would shoot us and then we would burn.

"We can still get out of here alive if you let us go," Zayn tried to reason. I knew the last thing he wanted was Chris alive but as he held my hand tighter I knew he wasn't saying it for his sake but for mine.

"And there's no way that's happening so I guess today is the day we all die."

He really was crazy.

"Chris, please. What do you hope to accomplish by this?" Margaret asked him.

"Some peace."

The fire was quickly spreading, the room was heating up.

"Let's just leave them and get out of here!" Sara exclaimed to Chris.

"Can't do that."

"Then hurry up and kill them."

"What have you turned her into?" Margaret asked, looking at Chris.

"An angel."

"Look at the situation you have her in. This is what your so called great parenting has done."

"Shut your mouth."

"Sara, I swear I'm your mother. He's been lying to you all this time. I'm not dead, I'm right here."

"I can change that," Chris said and then turned the gun to her.

"Dad, is she telling the truth?"

Chris sighed. "Yes. She's your mother."

"And you never told me?!"

"She isn't necessary. We did fine without her."

"How would you know? You're never around!"

"Sara, this is neither the time nor place to discuss this."

"I'm out of here."

Sara ran for the door and left.

"Do you see how much trouble you cause?!" Chris exclaimed. He aimed the gun at Margaret first and was about to pull the trigger when the wall collapsed from the fire.

Chris fell to the floor with a piece of the wall on top of him and his gun far from his reach.

I quickly went to untie Margaret and then the door burst open. Harry and another boy stood in the doorway with their guns aimed, ready to fire. They saw Chris on the floor and lowered their weapons.

The other boy looked familer. Blonde hair in a messy quif, blue eyes, and a lip ring.

Harry and the other boy rushed to us. I let Margaret's hands loose and she rubbed her wrists as she stood.

"Are you guys okay?" Harry asked.

"We'll deal with that later. Right now we have to get out of here," Zayn answered.

The fire was entering the room from the broken wall and smoke started filling our lungs.

Margaret held her shoulder and I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. Blood ran down her shirt from under her hand. I pulled her hand back and saw that she had been shot.

"Luckily he missed my head," she said.

"Oh my God, Margaret."

"Come on. We have to go," the blonde boy rushed.

We all quickly ran out of the room and down the hall. The fire was growing rapidly as we tried to escape it.

We made a right but that hall was blocked by the fire and pieces of the ceiling.

"The building is about to collapse," Harry stated.

"Where are the others?" Zayn asked as we went down a different hall.

"They're handling some guards."

"We have to get to them."

We continued down the hall when suddenly bullets flew towards up. We ducked and turned the corner.

The blonde boy looked around the corner and quickly pulled back before he was shot.

"It's just a guard," he said and aimed around the corner and shot. "Got 'em."

The wall started to crumble and I was swiftly pulled into a body before it fell on me. I looked up at the blonde boy and then realized who he was from up close.

"Luke?"

"Long time no see," he smiled.

I smiled too but we had to start running again. We heard more gun shots from up ahead.

"They must be up here," Luke said to Zayn.

"Who is?" I asked.

"The rest of the gang," Luke answered.

When we got to the end of the hall there were bodies on the floor and three people standing over them.

They turned around and I saw it was Ashton, Calum and Michael.

"There you guys are!" Calum said.

"We have to go right now or else we won't leave here alive," Ashton interrupted.

"How do we get out of here?"

"I think I saw some stairs this way."

We all followed as Calum directed us to a stair case. The smoke was making it hard for us to breathe and all the running was making it even harder. My lungs were burning and coughing made it worse.

"Zayn. . . it hurts."

He looked back at me and placed his hands on each side of my face.

"I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

He grabbed me hand and helped me move faster.

We finally found the stair case and rushed up the stairs. The stairs weren't safe, some steps were missing and it was getting ready to fall.

"The next level is the exit," Michael shouted over the crackling fire.

It was a long flight of stairs but we went as fast as we could to make it to the top. Margaret nearly tripped but Ashton caught her before she fell.

"We're almost there," Harry said.

We continued going up but Luke stopped us.

"Get back!"

All of us stopped and saw as the ceiling crumbled down onto the small amount of stairs left in front of us, causing them to give out and fall down to the level bellow us.

The rest of the stairs to the top were taken out but we could see the the hallway of the next level.

"We're going to have to jump," Luke said.

"What!" Margaret exclaimed.

"We don't have another option. It's either go back down and die from smoke filling our lungs and then burning from the fire or we jump and live."

Margaret only stared at Luke and he nodded at her silence.

"I'll go first," Luke volunteered. His legs were longer than the rest of ours so it was easy for him to jump high enough. He successfully made it and waited for the next one, which was Harry. He jumped and Luke helped him up.

It was Margaret's turn next. She looked down at the gap in the stair case.

"I don't know if I can do it."

"You can. Now go!" Ashton rushed.

She took a deep breath and jumped. She held on to the floor of the level above us and screamed in pain from her shoulder.

"Help her up!" I shouted at Luke and Harry. They both grabbed her hands and pulled her up. Then Michael jumped and next was me.

"Emily, go," Zayn said.

"No, you go first." If any of us is getting out of here it's going to be him.

"Don't be stubborn. I promised to get you out of here safe now go!"

He brought me to the edge and made sure there wasn't any room for me to get passed him.

I was scared. Scared to jump and scared to loose him today.

"The stairs can't hold us for much longer!" Calum yelled.

"Do you trust me?" Zayn asked me.

I haven't trusted him in a while. But now I can.

"Yes, Zayn. I trust you."

"Good. Now jump."

I kissed him desperately just in case he didn't make it.

I then turned around and looked up.

"Guys are you ready?" Zayn said.

"We'll catch her," Harry assured.

I looked up at Luke and he nodded at me to jump. I took a deep breath and held my hands up as I jumped. Harry and Luke caught me and pulled me up with them. I stumbled and fell into Luke's chest.

"It's okay, I've got you," he said as he took me away from the edge.

"Make sure he gets up here," I said to Luke. He nodded and stood beside Harry again. Margaret grabbed me as we watched.

Zayn jumped and held onto the edge, getting help as he climbed up.

"See, I'm fine," he said to me and smiled to help me relax.

Both Calum and Ashton jumped at the same time. If they didn't one of them would've went down with the stairs. Zayn helped Michael and Luke pull them up.

After all of us were safely on the next level, we looked for an exit. The fire consumed all of downstairs and it wouldn't take long before it reached up here too.

I guess the adrenaline was helping to numb the pain of my stab wound for a while but I started feeling it again. I leaned against the wall and everyone stopped.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Zayn rushed over to me and looked down at my leg.

"It's my leg. Chris stabbed me."

"Dammit," Harry exclaimed.

"Can you still walk?" Zayn looked at me.

"I don't think so."

It hurt to stand so I fell on the floor and rested my leg.

"I'll just carry you."

"No. I'll just slow you down."

"I'm not leaving you here."

"You have to."

"I'm not!" He turned to Harry, "Go get help and bring them back. But get out of here."

"Zayn-"

"I said go!"

Harry nodded and they all ran down the hall, leaving Zayn and I here on the floor.

"You should've went with them."

"I'm right where I need to be."

Zayn sat next to me and leaned against the wall. It was getting hotter up here and the smoke was rising. I coughed continuously and found it hard to stay conscious.

"Emily, stay with me," Zayn said anxiously.

"I'm trying but it's. . . so hard," my words started slowing down.

"Emily! Emily, please stay awake."

The smoke was filling my lungs again and the heat was making it a struggle. I felt myself slipping away.

"I love you," was the last thing I could say before I was no longer conscious.

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A/N: well, what do you guys think? Do you think they'll make it out of there?

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