A/N: Sorry for the wait, couldn't know where to start with this. I found a place though. ;) Never thought I'd write from Lydia's perspective but it only made sense to do so. Was originally going to have this as a big long chapter but I'm making it into 2 sort of even chapters. The next will be posted tomorrow when I finish. Now off to finish homework! Enjoy!


Lydia was terrified. Scared didn't make the cut of what she felt. Terrified. Or even worse.

She wasn't in any pain though. Frankly, her conditions of being kidnapped were, decent, for being kidnapped- their hotel was enormous, they toured the city a bit, and had delicious meals from all over. It was just that she didn't know where she was in LA, or why they were here.

And that she couldn't have access to social media like her phone or the Internet. The withdraw scared her the most.

George was ok, at least in Lydia's mind he was. He took her phone away saying she wasn't allowed to have contact with anyone. When she asked why he would always respond,

"I just...can't let you. This time should be spent between us; no distractions of other things should get in the way."

George kept his phone though, Lydia noted.

When she tried to ask where they were and why George always answered vague,

"I ummm made some mistakes and I had to get away. But I couldn't live with myself without you." This at first made Lydia giddy but as time went on and the answer became worn out and more hostile she was slowly losing whatever happiness was there before.

"I told you, I couldn't be there anymore! I had to leave! Can't you get that through your mind?"

"Yes Georgy I can... But I just want to know, where are we?" Lydia softy replied.

"LA but I can't tell you more. You can't know. Besides, why do you care? You're happy here right? Back there you were unhappy, everyone left you, so in turn, you left. "

"Yea, I guess you're right. But what about Mary? Or kitty? Or my followers?" She said nothing of Lizzie, Jane, their parents.

"They'll understand, I'm sure of it. Besides, you have me, what more could you want?" Lydia forced a smile, she didn't believe it but she didn't want him yelling again.

"I'm just wondering, don't worry. What will we do for money and all? Whatever you brought is bound to be gone soon with the way we're staying." She looked around the well-decorated room; it was obviously not cheap at all.

"Well, for now we won't have to worry about that for a while…." George trailed off and couldn't look at her.

"What do you mean?" Lydia was at a lost for what he was trying to imply. He didn't have much money, she knew that pretty well.

George looked at her and smirked. "It's nothing, don't worry about it. Now let's go eat." He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the hotel room.

Lydia was a bit annoyed with another avoided question but decided to not pursue the topic, still afraid of what his potential response could be.


Later in the evening, Lydia decided she needed to take a shower since she was a bit…sweaty from before with George and that she needed to be alone to think about everything that's happened in the past couple days.

They've been here, wherever they are, for four days now. Lydia was trying to notice some sign of their location but couldn't get too much of what part of LA they were in. She wondered if she was close to Jane. Would she end up running into her on the street? Would Jane even notice her? Was Jane even in LA still? Did she go home when her parents found out her and George left? Probably. Did Lizzie do the same? Probably not.

Lydia let out some tears, blaming it on the water and the soap.

She bet Lizzie was happy that she left and you know what, so was Lydia; she was happy she left too. This'll show her that she's grown up. That she can face the real world without any of her help. All she needed was George. With his company, she was fine, she was safe.

Was she though? Was he really the only thing she needed? After how mean he's been towards her?

More tears.

Well at the current moment, yes, obviously. With no money, no phone, and, well, no idea where she was, she seriously needed him. But if that wasn't the case….and the way she's becoming so scared of him….

No, he's just mad because they had to leave so soon. He's just stressed- he'll be better soon. What was up with him avoiding all her questions though? She sort of had a right to know, right? And he said that they didn't need to worry about money now. What'd he do for that; rob a bank? Lydia laughed a bit, highly doubting it. He's too kind- the only way he would be able to was if he were to show the teller his hot abs and they'd end up fainting over them.

She got out of the shower, and turned off the running fan. While she was dressing herself, she could hear a female voice in the other room. Lizzie's voice.