Taken

I woke up tangled in Niall’s arms which seemed to be a habit of mine.

Though when I woke up, I had time to think about the little “nightmare” I has. I wondered if it was truly a nightmare.

I’ve heard that memories can come back in flashes, and the more I thought about it the more sense it made. I looked down at where Niall had grabbed me and I noticed the slight outline of a handprint. There was no way that he just left it because he was too gentle.

Did my boyfriend abuse me?

I wouldn’t stand for that.

I quickly got out of bed, making Niall stir in his sleep.

I hobbled downstairs to where the buys were.

“May I please use one of your phones, I’d like to phone my big brother.” I asked politely.

“No, you don’t want to do that.” Liam said worriedly.

“Why not?” I asked getting impatient.

“You two had a huge fight and now you aren’t on speaking terms. He said terrible things to you and you cried for days.”

“Oh.” I said feeling broken. I started to remember when my brother and I were the best of friends.

“Well what about my dad?”

“You also got in a fight when you moved out to move in with us.” Louis jumped in.

“Well, I’d like to make things right.”

“Well, we can’t let you do that.”

“Why not?” I asked getting confused.

Zayn came up to me and slapped me “Because I said so you bitch!” He yelled in my face.

Suddenly everything came back to me. It was like Zayn slapped the memories right back into me.

I felt the tears form in my eyes. I wouldn’t let them know I knew about them kidnapping me. I knew I could use this to my advantage.

“I’m s-sor-ry.” I stuttered out.

“I don’t need to call anyone, you’re right.” I said again.

I slowly started to walk away. Going into the bathroom I closed the door and sank to the floor. The sobs wracking my body.

I couldn’t believe that I had been kidnapped.

I went over to the mirror and splashed cold water on my face. “Pull yourself together.” I said to myself.

I had to put on a brave face so that the boys didn’t know I suspected them of anything.

I heard a knock at the door.

I slowly opened the door and there stood Zayn, regret written over all of his features.

“I’m so sorry Isabella. You didn’t deserve that.” He said taking a step forward.

I flinched back when he opened his arms for a hug.

His eyes registered hurt but he tried not to let it show.

Finally, he left and I was alone again.

I made my way upstairs and went into the guest bedroom.

I had been so deceived.

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