I'm going to see Taylor Swift in London in 3 days!
Dropping the note without waiting, Nick reached out to grab hold of the locket thrown in his girlfriend's blood. Gulping slightly he quickly shoved it in his pocket before turning around to face the staff behind him.
"Call the police. Now."
"Sir, what's going on?"
"Just get the damn police on the phone. I think my girlfriend has been kidnapped."
The waiter and waitress stood shocked for a second before Nick moved to his left slightly and they caught sight of the smeared puddle of blood at his feet.
"Michelle, keep and eye on him while I go and get the police on the phone. I don't know what the hell happened, but you need to make sure this guy doesn't go anywhere ok?" The waiter added, his last sentence turning into a whisper.
"I can't waste time here ok? I have to leave right now. She could still be out there with the bastard that did this."
"Umm, I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere right now sir. My boss's orders. If you just wait for him to get off the phone we can sort you out and work out what you're talking about."
"What the hell do you mean? Can you not see the pool of my girlfriend's blood right there on the floor? The car might be outside and I couldn't give a fuck what your manager says, I'm going to look for my girlfriend ok?"
At this point the male waiter had come back to the door of the ladies bathroom and was watching Nick get more and more hot-headed by the second. Trying to push past the both of them, Nick made a break for the door after he picked up the note and screwed it up in his hands.
"Sir, I can't let you leave here. The police are on their way, and if what you claim about a kidnapping is true, they're going to need to talk to you when they arrive, ok? So come one, we can take you back to your table to wait the twenty minutes until they get here."
"No! You're not listening to me. She's out there, with some maniac who's planning on doing God know what to her, and I'm not going to be stuck here waiting with some stuck-up waiter telling me what to do, when I can be out there saving her!"
"Sir you're not going anywhere." The waiter added with a raised voice, whilst taking hold of Nick's arm in a strong grip.
"Get the hell off me. I'm not listening to this shit." The man's grip on Nick's arm tightened causing Nick's temper to rise.
"I said, get the fuck off of me. Read this fucking note if you want proof." Nick shoved the crumpled note into the waiter's chest, smearing his bloody hands down the waiter's white shirt, and then forcefully removed the man's arm from his and took off from the restaurant running.
With Miley
Miley woke in a room surrounded in pitch-blackness. Sitting up quickly as she was uncertain of her surroundings, she began to regret her decision as her head began to pound. Feeling her eyes begin to blink and flash in and out of focus she brought her hand to her forehead and slowly laid back down on the cold, wooden floor. Squinting a little when she opened her eyes again, Miley looked around her room for any signs of light or an exit.
However, just as she was looking around the events of the night quickly flashed back into her memory, as horror finally sunk in.
Flashback
"You look beautiful tonight Miley."
"And you look very handsome my better half!"
"How am I the better half? If anything you're far better," Nick replied.
"Well to me you're the better half."
"Fine then. I'm not arguing, as long as I can be yous and only your half of anything?"
"Deal."
"Have you got the locket?"
"Wouldn't leave home without it. Or without you!"
"You'll regret saying that Miley," Jake sneered.
When realization of her evening hit, Miley's hands flew from her head to her neckline, where she expected to find her favourite piece of jewellery, only for her hand to be met with ice cold skin.
"Shit, shit shit. What the fuck happened to me?" She cussed to herself.
Slowly sitting up, she made a move to get herself onto her feet, only to trip straight down again when she made contact with a stool next to her. Acting more carefully for the third time, Miley took hold of one end of the stool and pulled herself up to standing position, where she grabbed either side of the stool to keep herself balanced.
Noticing that instead of feeling any pain, the only feeling flowing through Miley was numbness, she began to stumble forwards in the hopes of finding a wall.
Placing her feet carefully with each step, it took her a full five minutes to reach a solid surface, which she assumed to be a wall of some sorts.
Miley listened out for any changes or voices in her surroundings, and after noticing none, she made her way around the room, grabbing every surface hoping to find a light switch. After a while of looking she came across the switch and slowly turned it on only to be completely shocked with what she was faced with.
With Nick
Nick had only made it to the parking lot when he noticed that tears were streaming down his face. Blaming it on the wind for the time being, he harshly swiped his hands across his eyes, and took off running in the direction of his car. Nick fumbled around in his pockets looking for the locket that he had placed there earlier, and took it out once he reached the car.
With shaking hands, Nick wasted minutes trying to get his car door open, but failing due to the state he was in. When he finally swung the door open, he grabbed open the storage area and placed the locket safely in, before proceeding to lock the compartment.
Gripping the wheel tightly, Nick pulled the car into gear and sped out of the car park of the restaurant. When he reached the main road he realized he had no idea which direction he was headed in, so doing the first thing that came to his mind he pulled out his phone from his pockets, and trying to keep a steady eye on the road, a hand on the wheel and on the phone, he dialled his home phone number and waited for someone to pick up.
"Come on. Pick up the fucking phone!" After two more rings, Denise's voice could be heard on the other line.
"Nick! Hi, aren't you out to dinner?"
"Listen Mo-"
"Oh, is Miley there? Tell her I want to talk to her soon, we need to catch up."
"Mom you nee-"
"I called Miley's house a few minutes ago too sweetie. Her brother said it would be ok for her to stay the night around our house, so I guess it would be ok if she borrowed some of your clothes to sleep in right?"
"Mom! Shut the hell up and listen to me!"
"Nicholas! I won't take that kind of language from you. Especially not from a sixteen year old boy!"
A quiet whimper was heard on the other end of the line, and Denise swiftly changed from the angry mother, to the over-protective person that her sons knew her to be.
"Nick, honey. What's going on?"
"It's Miley mom. She was kidnapped at the restaurant. And I can bet you that it was that ass Jake that took her! Mom, I don't know what to do!"
"Where are you right now Nick?"
"I'm driving. I don't know where I'm going though. I needed your help. Please mom, you gotta help me find her!"
"Ok, sweetie. Just hold tight, try and find a road sign when you next pass one and tell me where you are. We'll find her honey. I promise."
Taking his eyes off the road, Nick saw a sign up ahead, but didn't see the truck heading for the hood of his car, travelling on the wrong side of the road.
Hearing a swerve and a loud horn, Denise was alarmed at what she heard on the other side of the phone.
"NICK!?"
With Miley
Around her in this room were thousands of photos of no one but herself. Wishing she hadn't turned the light on, Miley made a move to turn it back off to hide herself from the strange sight before her, but stopped abruptly when she saw a table in the far corner of the room.
She slowly made her way over to the table on which she saw her smiling face looking back at her over twenty times from shining photo frames. A gasp left Miley's startled lips when she looked down onto the wooden table and saw her name scratched in alongside the rest of the design, repeated over and over again. Miley= love.
She felt a batch of shocked and guilty tears come to her eyes when she realized that Jake was not only in love with her, he was obsessed with her. Turning around she noticed one wall of the room covered in photos of her and Nick, yet Nick's face had been replaced with Jake's. Miley began to get more and more freaked out as she realized what she was dealing with.
Casting her eyes downwards to hide the embarrassment on her cheeks, although no one else was there, Miley came face to face with the biggest surprise yet. On the floor there were pages and pages of poems, love songs and just plain pages with her name scrawled on them.
As her fear climbed higher and higher, Miley looked towards the wall in front of her were she saw a door. Running across the room, she skidded across many of the pieces of paper, but came to a halt and slammed her fist onto the door handle in the hopes of opening it.
Yet her hand was met with the resounding sound, letting her know that the door was locked. In the distance, Miley could then hear the pounding of heavy footsteps headed towards the very room that she was in. Without waiting, she turned and made her way to the opposite side of the room where she cowered in the corner.
Hearing the lock twist sickeningly, Miley's stomach dropped as the door swung open.
"Hello again."
So, for the last chapter I only got 3 reviews, and I guess the views for this story are going down? I didn't want to do this, but could I ask for 10+ reviews for the next chapter, just so I know people are still reading?
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