One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 31: good-bye and hello

I don't know if they expected me to sleep that night but I didn't. There was only one of the guys that I wanted to love me, yes I did care for all of them but that was more friendly or brotherly. I will let you in on a secret, that one guy that I know I love and has a small chance on him loving back is a guy that I know I can count on. He cheers me up and doesn't tare me down. He's there for me to lean on or dump all my problems on and I don't mind being there for him. He holds me together and if I didn't have him then I'm not sure where I would be at the moment.
It felt like a couple of minutes but the whole night went by that quickly. Breakfast was over just as fast and Little Mix showed up. The day was going too fast and I couldn't keep up. Liam took me to the hospital to remover my cast, I would be on crutches but I could move by myself now so I was just happy about that.
"I have to say good-bye here." Liam told me, I had said my goodbyes to the guys at the house when Little Mix showed up. It was long and enduring and my heart broke into tinier pieces every second, but Perrie made it easier by taking Zayn's attention away. They would be a good couple, I hope that works out. We hugged and the doctors took me away. I could here him reminding me that Perrie would pick me up once it was done and that I needed to call them when I got back to the house.
Crutches were harder than it looks and not as fun as you may think it would be. I was standing outside the hospital fumbling around trying to find my phone so I could call Perrie. I dropped my phone and cussed.
"I believe this is yours." a cold, familiar voice said that sent shivers sliding down my neck and back till I could feel it in my toes. I reached out and took my phone from Scott. He leaned in as though he was going to whisper something in my ear but instead he knocked over my crutch and left my hopping around trying not to fall down. I couldn't do it and I was falling. He caught me, he was holding me, I was in his arms again and I was not ok with this. He needed to set my on my feet and move on but he didn't. Instead he picked me up and my crutches and started walking to his beat up pickup truck.
"I cant stand the thought of you walking away from me. I love you and I know you still love me, how could you not be? I thought I would remind you of me again so you can beg me to take you back, and trust me, you will beg for me." and with that he slid me into his truck. Hands bound, tape on my mouth, blindfold on, and a broken leg, all in all I was not in a good position to do anything to protect myself. He drove away and the ride lasted 20 minutes. I counted every second. I also kept track to the turns and stop lights. diagonal scratch for left, straight for right, and an arch for a stop. It wasn't much but maybe I could figure out where I was going. He carried me inside somewhere and locked the door.
"If I were you, then I would be afraid and do exactly as I say." there was something in is voice that made me frightened. He was going to hurt me and I cant do anything about it. The blindfold was removed and I saw where I was. It was a small room that looked like he had designed it for one purpose: hurting someone.