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ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW
I wake with a jolt. I'm in the darkness still. Still in the ropes, still blindfolded. I quietly weep.
I hear someone come in.
"No more drugs," I say. "I don't need to be knocked out. I'm evidently not going anywhere."
No response. The door opens and closes again.
I'm torn. I don't know if I want Austin to find me because then he gives up his music. If he doesn't find me, I'm dead and he still might give up his career. I don't want this to ruin his life.
I'm chilly. I must be underground. There's no way a room can stay this exact temperature for hours without additional help.
I feel the sweat on the back of my neck just sitting there. I feel the cold of my hands longing for warmth. I just want Austin to hold me and tell me everything will be okay.
AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW
The three of us are sitting in the police station interrogation room with an officer, silently taking notes about the case.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes, indicating an incoming call.
Everyone looks at me expectantly, including the officer. I ignore the number because there's no ID.
The phone buzzes again.
"Speaker," is all the officer says.
I nod and press the button. "Hello," I say in to the phone.
"Austin. There's only one way to get Ally back," the voice says. "You must give up your career as a pop star. You shouldn't even have a career. Your music is terrible, your voice is squeaky and the lyrics are so unoriginal. I did the world a favour by taking her."
The officer looks very confused and thoughtful. He scribbles a few words and shows me. I nod and follow his directions.
"Trent," I say. "Where is Ally?"
"Were you listening to a word I said," he replies. "I took her. You're not having her back unless you give up your career."
"How would go about doing that? I exist, therefore my music does." The officer writes more and shows me. "Is Ally safe," I ask Trent.
"Safe enough."
"I can't give up my career anymore than you can stop breathing, Trent."
"Find a way," is all he says before the tone goes dead.
"UGH." I slam my hands on the table, startling Trish and Dez. They look completely lost in space.
"I may be able to have our technical analyst trace the call," the officer says. He stands up and dismisses himself from the room. I wish I knew his name to thank him.
ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW
Someone – presumably Trent – busts through the door and starts untying my legs and arms from the chair. He makes sure he immediately reties the knots to keep my limbs together, though, so I don't escape. Not that I'd be able to. My legs are jelly, my arms have been numb for a good 45 minutes, Trent is much bigger than me and I don't know where we are anyway. I can tell there's a small light in the room but it wouldn't help me navigate anywhere.
Another pair of hands grabs my legs. Trent and Dex (I guess) start bringing my through the door and down a long hallway. My blindfold slips slightly from it intital position and I try to remember certain details about the hallway for later. The soft, yellow lights, the unfinished walls, the narrowness. I try to wiggle my way out of their grasp.
"Oomph," I grunt.
"Stop, Ally," Trent says, tiredly. He tightens his grasp on me. His forearms are holding my upright on my underarms instead of just holding my arms and letting my head flop like I thought he would have.
"Trent," I say. "Let me go."
"Austin isn't ready to give up his career, yet, so no."
He spoke to Austin? I guess I'm a little upset that Austin didn't give in right away for me, but relieved, too, because his career is important.
They pull my in to a different room and put my on a bed. They take my blindfold off and I squint at the light. They take the ropes off and Dex puts a tray of food on the side table. He leaves, making sure Trent doesn't see his sad expression.
"You'll be living here for a while," Trent explains. "Clothes in there, food will be given to you twice a day. No windows, but there's a light switch. Paper and a pen. Have fun." He eyes me wickedly. "Bye," he says before he closes the door and locks it.
Great. Just great.
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