Bay's POV

He held me against him. I stood still in my jeans and bra. I was freezing, but that may be from the fear. At some point I felt him let me go, then I fell to the floor. I looked up scared. He looked back at me.

"I'm not going to sleep with you yet Bay. That would be too easy. I am going to keep you here and use you as I please." He walked away and out the door. I heard the distinct sound of the door locking. I also knew before he left he took his knife back. I sat on the floor with tears streaming down my face. I stood up and grabbed my shirt and quickly put it on. Then I got my sweater. Part of me was relieved it didn't happen. But the other was screaming the words, not yet at me. I went back and sat on the floor. I start to cry harder. How could this have happened? I wanted to be alone. no you don't. I screamed at myself. That was the worst part, because I didn't want it to be true. But it was. my mind screamed at me. You want Emmett.

Emmett's POV

Eight. It used to be my favorite number. But right now I hated it. Eight, the seconds of how long me and Bay's first kiss was. Eight. The number of how many hours she had been gone. I was freaking out. At least on the inside. Outside I looked composed. I like to think that any way. I look over at Toby and his hands are shaking on the wheel. I hit his arm.

"Are you okay."

"Yeah. I just hope Bay is too."

"You and me both."

"Where do you think she could be?"

"I have no idea. I think I know who she is with though." This was it. I had to tell Toby.

"What!? Who?!"

"Pull over." He glided his car over to the side in front off some house.

"His name's Kyle."

"Well who is he?"

"This guy at Carlton. When Bay first went to Carlton, she was getting bullied really bad. She probably didn't tell you guys. I think the only one she told was me, and that's because I figured it out. But Kyle took it too far. Bay told me he cornered her once in an alley. But she only told me because I saw a bruise on her arm and wouldn't let her go until she told me who did it. Short story, I was pissed. I told Kyle to leave her alone. But the next day, she wasn't there. So I went to your house and she was acting really weird. When she stretched to reach a thing of paint though. I know I saw a bruise on her side. When I asked her she was really defensive about it. Then she fell to the floor out of no where. I forced her to let me take her to a hospital. When we got there she told me Kyle hurt her again." I paused. It felt good to tell him everything. Now I had someone to back me up and get Bay to tell the cops. I wasn't going to say how Kyle hurt her though, because I just got mad all over again.

"She ended up needing surgery. Small. But I know it's still bugging her now 3 weeks later. Then everything seemed to get better. For a little bit. Then I found her in East Riverside crying and the rest you know. I think Kyle might have taken her somewhere."

"Why didn't you guys tell anyone? Why would he have taken her? Where would he have taken her? Is she okay? Would he hurt her? Kill her?" I waved my hands cutting him off. He signed parts of the questions so I was a bit confused. I didn't want to say why I think he took her. Especially not to Bay's brother.

"The other day, I told him to leave her alone. When I did he started talking about how hot she was and that I had her on "lock down". He just smirked and walked away. He always looked at her like a prize. Something he wanted. It pissed me off is the easiest way to say it." He started to shake his head. He was now pissed too. I could tell he was relieved I told him everything.

"And I didn't say anything because she made me promise not too. To be honest, I wanted to go to the cops the second I saw the first bruise on her elbow." When I saw it, it reminded me of another time I saw Bay hurt. I had freaked out and we weren't even dating at that point.

-Flashback-

I saw Bay walk up to me. After a while I looked at her arm and saw there was make up on her it. I instantly got worried for the girl whom I was having our first conversation. I didn't question it though. The next day when I went to see her though, there was a little less make up, and I could see a bruise. When she got on my bike I decided I would ask her later. I thought stopping for gas would be a good time, but decided against it. Then at the car place as we were looking I saw her rub it. Some of the make up came off on her hand, and now I could see it was the shape of a hand. I grabbed her shoulder and she stopped.

"What's wrong?" I knew she didn't know sign language, so this was going to be hard. I pointed at her arm and mouthed what happened. She glanced down.

"Oh. It's nothing." Bullshit. I mouthed and signed at the same time so she could understand me.

"It's been there for 3 days."

"You really don't need to worry. It was just me being stupid. Plus we have only known each other for those 3 days."

" And its' been there all three of those days. And besides, if it was just you being stupid, why is it shaped in the form of a hand?" She lowered her head. She was stuck.

"It was just Toby. He grabbed my arm to get my attention."

"Bay, I just grabbed your shoulder to get your attention. And there won't be a bruise like that. Why did he grab you so hard?" She sighed.

"Because he needed money and I said no, when I started to go upstairs, he grabbed my arm." It suddenly made a lot more sense.

"For poker." It wasn't a question. I already knew.

"How did you?…"

"I was there that day." She nodded and started to walk back forward to start looking again. I tapped her shoulder again. She turned again.

"Are you okay?" I found myself seriously caring about Bay. My beautiful dark haired girl. And I also found myself pissed at Toby for hurting her.

"I'm fine. It only hurts if I touch it." I nodded and followed after her. I took her hand like earlier and felt that same spark. I would never let someone hurt her again.

-end of flashback-

Except I did. I let someone else hurt her. Toby was still shaking. He was pissed now. Same as me.

"Where would he take her?"

"That's the part I don't know." I saw him mutter great before slamming his head against the back of his chair. Suddenly I remembered something.

"Wait! We need to get your dads phone."

"What why?"

"The tracker." With those words he just looked confused.

"Bay's phone. John has a tracker that tells you were Bay's phone is. We used it when she went off to Mexico with Zara. Bay's phone equals Bay." Toby quickly turned around As we went off to get johns phone. As we sped away I saw someone come out of the front door of the house we were parked in front off. it was that Sarah chick from school. she just kept popping up every where. I looked at her as she watched us speed away.

Bay's POV

I reached into my pocket. Of course he would take my phone. But where would he put it? I knew it was either with him or in a trash can some where. I had tried to get the door open two times already. Neither time did it work. There were no windows as far as I could see. It was obviously a basement somewhere. A perfect setting. Straight out of a book. The negative was those books rarely had happy endings.

End of chapter 25

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