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Carson's POV
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere where no one will find you."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, as tears started falling down my cheeks.
"Your little boyfriend made a huge mistake putting his hands on me earlier."
"Maybe you shouldn't have put your hands on me." I replied.
After I said that, I soon regretted it. Hand flew across the dashboard and hit me right in the nose. Blood started pouring out.
"I think you just broke my nose…"
"I don't care." Mike replied.
"Can we at least go to a hospital so I can get it checked out or something?"
"No. I'm just going to let you suffer for a while."
"You know, someone is going to find me." I replied, not so sure of that myself.
"I doubt that, sweetheart. You don't even know where we're going, and you have no way to contact anyone."
Behind my back, I tried to get my hands out of the duct tape, but I had no luck.
"You could at least take the blindfold off."
"Nah, because then you can read road signs and you'll know where we're at."
"I won't tell anyone."
"I don't believe you."
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, fearing the answer I was going to get.
"I'm not going to do anything to you. Just take you to this place in the middle of nowhere, and make everyone go crazy trying to find you and wondering where you are."
"You're an asshole."
I flinched, waiting on him to hit me again. But nothing happened.
He chuckled. "Just go to sleep. We'll be there soon."
The last thing I wanted to do was go to sleep, and that was definitely the last thing that was going to happen. I had no idea where we were going, but I would find a way out.
Randy's POV
Sitting in my hotel room with John and Maryse, we argued over who would call Michael and tell him about Carson.
"She's your girlfriend, you can call him." Maryse said.
"She's your best friend." I replied.
"John's known her longer."
"I'm with Maryse on this one, she is your girlfriend." John said.
"Fine, I'll do it. You are both chicken shit."
"No we're not." They replied at the same time.
I glared at them and looked through my cell phone to fine Michael's number. When I found it, I took a deep breath, and hit send.
"Hello?" He said as he answered the phone, sounding tired.
"Michael, this is Randy. Were you asleep?" I asked.
"Yes I was, actually. Is there a problem?"
"Uhm, yes, sir."
"Is it about Carson?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, tell me what it is, Orton."
"Something happened to her, she's gone." I replied, picturing him jumping out of bed and getting ready to come kill me.
"What do you mean gone?" He asked.
"She disappeared."
"Like, someone took her?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you have any idea who it was?"
"Mike Mizanin."
"Why would he do that?"
"Earlier, Carson and I kind of had a problem with him. After my match against him, I came backstage, and he had Carson backed up against the wall. So I threw him against the wall and told him to stay away from her. And Samantha came by the arena for me to sign the divorce papers and to drop Alanna off, and Carson said she was going to catering. After Samantha left, I went to find Carson and she was nowhere to be found. But, on my way there, I saw Mike, and he looked really suspicious. So I'm just guessing it was him. Plus, all of his stuff was out of his locker room when John, Maryse, and I went to talk to him." I replied.
"Have you talked to Vince?"
"Yes. He called all the superstars in for a meeting, and everyone is on the look-out for Carson or Mike."
"Where are you guys? I'm going to pack my stuff and come until she's found."
"We're in Michigan right now. Maryse, John, and I are staying until we find Carson. Then we're going to start travelling again."
"I'll be there tomorrow. I'll call you and let you know when I'm there and find out which hotel you're staying in."
"Alright. I am so sorry."
"It's not your fault, don't be apologizing. We're going to find her, and we're going to find her soon. Have you gotten the police involved?"
"No, not yet. I was going to wait to see if she showed up."
"You need to contact the police tomorrow and let them know so they can be looking for her too." He replied.
"I will, sir."
"Try to get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay. I'm sorry, again. Goodnight."
He hung up without even saying goodbye. I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed in front of me. I was about to scream until I remembered Alanna was asleep. I sighed and layed back against the headboard of my bed.
"Michael's coming tomorrow." I said, looking at John.
"Is he pissed?"
"Nah, he's worried. I could tell. But he's trying to stay calm."
"Are you okay?" Maryse asked.
"No. I want to find her. I miss her."
"We'll find her soon, Randy. They couldn't have gotten too far."