Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. The only thing I own is the plot.

A/N: I know the chapters are short, but I will update them very quickly! Hope you enjoy this story.

CHAPTER 3

Lizzie's POV:
Oh my gosh. I was tied up. Gag in my mouth, rope around my ankles, as well as my hands. I looked around me. I saw a small, dark room. I heard a trickling drip-drop sound. There must me a leak somewhere. And I saw a- "OW!!!!" I muffled out. My head hurt. Ow. I didn't know what had happened or where I was. I saw a slight glimpse of a clock on the wall and read 9:00. Oh.no. I hoped that was wrong. If it wasn't, that meant that I had missed my flight.
"Help! Help! Help me!" I tried to get out, but the gag kept my words in my mouth. I felt my heart pounding and my eyes start to burn. Tears stormed my eyes. What's going on? Where am I?
Then a faint memory came to mind of Paolo. Had I really seen him? Is this a dream? Would Paolo do this to me? If so, WHY? No. No. This couldn't be Paolo. My eyes started to swell up with tears again. All I wanted was to get through my teenage years with no problems or complications of any sort.

Memories of Gordo, Miranda, mom, dad, Matt (wow! Matt?), and even Kate passed through my head. "Will someone please help me?" I sobbed out. But no one came.

GORDO'S POV:
I walked onto the plane and was in my seat. I stared into the empty seat next to me, the seat where Lizzie would have been sitting. Everybody was still boarding on the plane, but I had not idea where Lizzie was. "Maybe I should get off the plane and go look for her." I said to Miss Ungermeyer. "Now, Gordon, we've been through this about.uh seven times now. McGuire has personal business. That Isabella girl told you that about ten million times, Gordon. I'd advise that you shut your mouth. You are already number two on my list," she replied. I didn't think she understood the situation. I just had a gut feeling that something wasn't right. I started experiencing pains in my stomach. My heart started to ache like never before. My head started sweating and I got a shooting pain through my head like someone was hitting me with a hammer.
Lizzie told before she left this morning that she'd be back in two hours. I took her word. Why did I let her go alone? Why? Another stupid mistake, Gordo. If she's hurt, it's my fault. She might have fallen somewhere or gotten hurt somehow. But wait a second.I was told that she had some business to finish. Isabella couldn't be lying.or could she? Why am I worrying? Everything will be fine. Right?
I couldn't take that chance. I jumped up and started running towards the door of the airplane. "Gordo! Where are you going?" I heard various voices ask. The door was closed, and I started pounding it with my fists. A flight attendant approached me and asked me what I was doing. "I need to get off of this plane NOW!!" I yelled. She caught my fists and said, "I'm sorry young sir, but this plane is taking off!"