Stupid internet was down earlier, otherwise this would have been up sooner! If I have any US readers, I hope you all had a lovely Memorial Day! Hope you enjoy this chapter, please let me know! I have some juicy ideas coming for this soon :)
XX Hannah's POV XX
"Dougie, you need to calm down. You're going to end up hurting yourself." Dougie was pacing through the living room waiting for Harry to get here. I'm not really sure if I trusted those two going out together; neither of them could possibly be mentally stable.
"How the hell am I supposed to calm down? You know, Harry's probably going to kill me."
"No he's not. In fact, he's just as worried as you are right now."
Finally, Harry came bursting through the front door. And he looked like he was ready to kill, so much that I was scared myself.
"Anyone know where this prick lives?" Harry asked as he stormed into the living room.
"Harry, calm down. He may have nothing to do with this. For all we know Erica could have just gone out for a walk…" Okay, I didn't even believe myself on that one.
"She wouldn't just leave like that!" they spat back in unison. It sent me reeling back in my seat on the fluffy white sofa.
"Okay, well get out and start your search then! I'll see if I can find an address or something and I'll call you as soon as I find out anything."
"Okay, you do that. If we don't come up with anything, we should be back in about 2 hours," Dougie said as he went to grab his keys with Harry following closely behind.
Next thing I knew, I heard the front door close. They were off and running, no goodbyes or anything. I was on my own now, looking for anything that could possibly lead me to find where they could be.
XX Danny's POV XX
We had to have been searching for at least an hour and a half now. We checked down every street looking for anything. We really had no idea what we were looking for anyways. I kind of remembered what his car looked like and it felt like I thought every other car was his.
"Tom, do you think we should just head back?" I asked through the thick silence that filled the car. We did have to go back to pick up my car too.
"I don't know…do you think it's any use to keep looking? I mean, we really don't even know what we're looking for."
"Well, if we haven't found anything yet, I don't think we ever will. Plus, I still need to get my car."
"Okay then, we'll head back." So, we gave up on our search and headed back to the restaurant to get my car. I felt bad for giving up, but what more could we do?
XX Emily's POV XX
"How the hell are we supposed to find anything downtown?" I blurted out. I was fed up with feeling helpless because our search turned up nothing.
"Do you think we should just head back? We've been searching since about 1 and it's almost 2:30…" Zoey suggested.
"I don't know…will we look bad if we do? We've searched as much as we possibly can."
"Let's just go back. I don't think us wandering aimlessly is going to get much done." Zoey turned the car around and we were on our way back to Dougie's house. It also didn't help that every curly haired brunette I saw I thought was her, whether there was a dark haired guy with her or not.
XX My POV XX
I closed my eyes for a majority of the drive. I really didn't want to see where we were going. The only thing I wanted to see was Dougie's face again. I felt the car come to a stop and I looked to see if I did recognize where we were. It did look kind of familiar. It looked like the neighborhood one of my friends from school moved to on the south side of town. I really hoped I was right, so if I did get out of here I knew how to get home.
"Why don't we go make ourselves cozy," Ryan said as he came to my side of the car and pulled me out. He led me into his house and shoved me down on the sofa. He sat down next to me and scooted as close as he possibly could get. "It's been a while since we've had some genuine alone time. It sure is nice to have it back," he said and his voice made me sick. He laid his arm across my shoulders and it just felt disgusting. I tried scooting away but he wouldn't have it. He'd inch closer every time I tried to move away. I'd had enough of it and finally stood up. However, this was met with his firm grasp around my wrist and he pulled me back down to the couch.
"Oh you're not going anywhere. I brought you here for my alone time and I sure as hell am going to get it." His grip seemed like it tightened with every word and I gasped in pain. I tried to pull away again, but he put his other had on my shoulder and turned me towards him. "Stop trying to fight it. You should be here with me; you know you want to be." He planted a kiss on my cheek and I shuddered.
"No, I don't want to be here. I want to be back in my own house with my fiancé!" I yelled at him.
"Oh, feisty are we? Well I know how to calm you down…" and then he did what I was dreading, the one thing I really didn't want him to do. He placed his lips on mine and wouldn't let me pull away. I finally got my wrist free and pushed him off of me. He was lying flat on the sofa and I kicked him in his shin. I heard him yelp in pain and I tried to make a break for the door
"I wouldn't try that if I were you," he said, his voice acidic. I turned around to see that he pulled out a knife. My heart sank at the sight of the sharpness and how the light hit it. I really was not going to get out of here. He stood up and hobbled his way over to me. He backed me up against the wall, his grimy hands on my hips and his filthy lips were wandering my neck. I felt tears stinging my eyes and one escaped and rolled down my cheek.
"I love you Dougie," I whispered, nearly inaudible. All I was thinking was 'please, please let him come find me.'
