Zayn's features darkened as he walked to where I was. Out of nowhere, his hand raised and came down on my face. I gasped out it pain, clutching my cheek. I could feel the bruise starting to form from the harsh impact.

"You will answer us when we speak to you! Now lets try this again. What is your name?

I paused out of fear. My eyes widening at the sight of his twitching hand.

"My name is I-I-Isabella." I stuttered out.

Zayn smirked at my reaction. His hand moved toward my face and I flinched as he traced the outline of his hand print.

"What do you want?" I said, gaining more courage.

This time Liam spoke. "Isn't it obvious?" He paused "We want you."

"Well you can't have me." I exclaimed.

Zayn stalked over, "Oh but you see, darling, we already have you and there's nothing you can do." He said slowly as if I were a child.

I let a tear escape my eye, followed by many others. He was wrong I told myself.

Suddenly I started to gave trouble breathing and tears formed in my eyes.

"MY PURSE." I breathed out.

I saw worry flash in Zayn's eyes as he went to retrieve it. I immediately began to dig through it, throwing my belongings everywhere. Finally, I found my pills and popped two in my mouth calming down a few moments later.

"What just happened?" The boys asked in unison.

"I..uhm..I have frequent panic attacks..." I trailed off, ashamed to let them know my weakness.

Liam snatched the bottle of pills from my hands, opening the container.

"How often do you have them?"

"At least tree times a day..." I trailed off again

"Well I need to go and make some phone calls to get more of these, you're running really low."

I started to sob hysterically when Niall came over and held me.

"I'm defective!" I screamed.

I saw anger flash through the boys eyes.

"You are not defective! Don't you dare say bad things about yourself." Liam yelled, making me flinch back in fear.

"Do you have a bathroom I could use?" I asked as nicely as I could muster.

"Sure, follow me." Louis said.

We soon arrived at a gorgeous white bathroom.

"May I please take a shower?" I asked Louis.

"Sure, just let me go grab you a towel and some fresh clothes." And with that, I was alone.

Louis soon returned with new clothes and a towel.

"Thanks." I said.

"You're welcome, love. I'll be back in fifteen minutes to check on you." He left again.

I shut and locked the door, looking around and then undressing. I took a razor out of my pocket. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water cascade around my fragile body, easing my muscles. I grabbed my razor, slowly pressing down on my soft flesh. Doing this again and again, until I felt satisfied.

I soon finished up my shower. Laying on the counter was a pair of black lace underwear and a matching bra. Paired with a white tank top, yoga pants and a hoodie. I was thankful for the hoodie so that it could hide my new wounds.

I quickly brushed my hair and teeth. Then applying a minimal amount of makeup, which was also layed out.

Outside the door stood Zayn.

I took a step back in fear.

"Why don't we go join the boys, yeah?" He asked, but it was more of a statement.

"Actually, I'm really tired so if you don't mind ..." I trailed of trying to slip past him, but he pinned me against the wall.

"Look, Liam wants to see you. Lets go." He roughly grabbed me by the arm.