revenge ➳ sequel to shrinking one direction ☠under construction☠

Chapter Twelve

Louis

I hate being the smallest! I can't do anything! I can't even climb up a damn stair!

When we reach the top and slide under the door, Greg and Eleanor are already walking toward the door.

"Shit." Niall mutters.

I look around and see a plant, "Guys over there! Go!" I say pointing to it.

We all sprint towards the plant and hide being it, me tripping on a small creak in the damn floor.

Wait, this is the second time I have fell! Like, why me? Why am I only one who tripped on this?

Because your the smallest, idiot, My inner voice tells me.

Ugh!

Here I am, bickering with myself, forgetting I'm lying on the ground.

"Louis!" Taylor yells, stopping in her track and running back towards me while everyone else is running to the plant.

"I tripped on the floor board." I mutter.

"C'mon." She says, helping me up.

But not fast enough,"Ehem." Someone clears their throat from above.

"Shoot." I mutter, looking up to see an upset Greg and a pissed off Eleanor.

"Well what do we have here?" Eleanor says, grabbing us by our shirts, "Runaways. Not very smart of you, I must say."

Louis rolls his eyes,"Whatever! You want to know what's not smart? Keeping us all here, because we will find a way out and tell the cops, you little fucking bitch." He yells.

She glares at him, then Greg pokes him fast and hard in the stomach.

Louis cries in pain, and anger boils inside me.

"What the hell?!" I scream,"Leave him alone you bastard! I can't believe I was related to ... You!"

"Are. Are related baby cuz." He states.

"Shut the fuck up, and stop calling me that!" I scream,"I hate you!"

He looks a taken back a bit, but then frowns angrily.

He takes me from Eleanor's hands, and grabs me by my back and stomach, in a pinching form.

Louis pick me up, by tightly pinch my stomachs and back.

"Ouch." I cry,"Louis please, it's not good to do that. It hurts me and-" I get cut off, by him pinching harder.

"Louis please!" I cry.

I remember the dream. Louis held
Me like this in the dream before h-he killed me because-

Greg pinches harder, making it very difficult to breath.

"No.. No no no no no!" I scream, closing my eyes.

This is exactly how he held me in the dream. Greg's grip gets tighter, making it so I can not breathe.

I hear Louis' muffled voice in the background, but I can't understand.

"Greg pleas... T-this isn't good.. Y-you can't do this." I cry.

A few moments later, he loosens his grip.

"T-thank y.." I whisper.

I feel dizzy, when I open my eyes, everything is spinning.

"L-Louis? Where are y-you?" I ask, voice cracking.

I hear him, but it's muffled. I also hear someone else's voice. Eleanor, but it's muffled.

My head hurts, and everything is still spinning, and I feel as if I am going to puke.

I don't throw up, but the ext thin I know, everything is black.

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Authors note:

Sorry I end it on cliff hangers. I always do that. xx

-TaylorPaynexoxo