Summary changed to go with it.
This is kinda intense, but this plot is kinda impossible to write without intensity.
Don't kill me, then you'll never know what happens.
No one's POV (to keep it semi-mysterious)
Gabriella yawned as she opened her eyes, glancing over at the clock as she realised her husband still wasn't home. Two thirty, she was never awake this early in the morning, but she knew it was her protective instincts keeping her awake.
She climbed out of bed, slowly making her way out of the room, smiling at the sleeping forms of her daughters through their doors, she jumped as she heard a noise downstairs, watched Tamsin stir and sit up.
"Mommy?" the four year old asked, rubbing her eyes.
"Stay there sweetie," Gabriella whispered in assurance, hearing footsteps on the stairs, footsteps she could tell didn't belong to her husband, "whatever happens, stay in bed, if I don't get the chance, tell daddy there was a bad man,"
She automatically closed Tamsin's bedroom door, then repeating the action with Kirra's, amazed herself at how calm she was managing to stay.
"What do we have here?" smarmed a familiar voice from behind her, "nice to see you again, time for a reminder I think, remember the words Gabi, if I can't have you, no one can,"
She turned, facing the top of the stairs.
"Can't you just…" she tried to speak, forced into silence as he interrupted.
"Your husband always says you're his world, so lets see how much you're really worth to him," the voice snarled as she saw him make his way towards her, she began to back away, stopping as he spoke again, "it's you or one of your precious little girls, your choice,"
"Stay away from my children," she demanded, "don't ever go near them,"
"We should be going," he spoke nonchalantly, reaching me in a few strides as he grabbed hold of her wrist, "you know, Troy needs to use his brain more, anything could happen to a vulnerable woman like yourself when their husband isn't home, let alone the children,"
He pulled tightly on her wrist, painfully crushing it as he forcefully pulled her down the stairs and out of the front door, out into the cold, harsh night.
Troy's POV"DADDY!" Tamsin screamed as I walked through the front door.
I jumped back in shock, it had just gone three, and there was no way she should be up.
"Tammy, why are you still up?" I questioned as I scooped her up in my arms.
"Mommy said I had to stay up," she told me in a matter of fact tone, "only till you got home, I look after Kirra,"
"Sweetie," I began, "I know you like looking after Kirra, but mommy's here, and she looks after you and Kirra,"
"Mommy not here," Tamsin nodded, "Mommy go out,"
"Is Auntie Taylor here then?" I questioned, confused about my daughters words.
"She shook her head, "me and Kirra,"
"You're alone!" I exclaimed loudly, sprinting up the stairs as Kirra began to cry, "why did mommy leave you alone?"
"There was a bad man, and mommy went out when he was here," Tamsin explained, watching me, clearly unsure as to whether of not this was a good thing, "she tell me to tell you because she not here,"
"Bad man?" I questioned, watching her curiously as I opened Kirra's closed bedroom door, noting that this was probably the reason she was crying; she hated the door being closed.
"Mommy tell me there a bad man and I tell you because he made mommy go out," Tamsin sighed, "when she come home?"
I ignored her question, setting her down next to her sister as I sprinted to my own room, finding it empty, panic overtook me.
I immediately grabbed my cell out of my pocket, noticing that the wires to the main phones had all been cut, this had been planned.
"DADDY!" I heard Tamsin shout from Kirra's room and immediately ran back to my daughters, I had no idea where their mother was at this moment, but I wasn't going to let them disappear too.
"I need Police, NOW," I insisted, not bothering to let the person on the other end of the line finish their greeting, "she's gone, someone's taken her, I need police,"
"DADDY, WHEN MOMMY COME HOME?" Tamsin all but screamed in my ear, "KIRRA WANT MOMMY,"
"Quiet," I pleaded with her as I heard the phone line connect, ignoring the greeting from this recipient too, "I need help she's gone, my daughter says someone took her, please, hurry,"
"Can I ask who's calling?" questioned the voice on the other end of the line.
I rushed through the name and address, sensing the desperation in my own voice, the fear from my daughters.
I pulled them both into my arms after hanging up the phone.
"It's going to be ok," I soothed, trying to stop their crying, "Daddy's here, it'll be ok,"
"Is mommy coming home?" Tamsin asked, clearly still not understanding what was going on, "she sing bedtime song?"
"I'm going to do whatever I can to get mommy home," I told them, "I won't rest until she's back here, I promise,"
"What if the bad man comes back?" Tamsin continued shooting questions that I didn't really have answers too, "will he take you too?"
"Tammy, do you know who the bad man is?" I saw sense to ask, feeling my stomach drop as she shook her head.
"I not see him," she told me, "mommy close door,"
Taylor's POV"Tay?" I heard Chad ask, trying to shake me awake, "Tay, you've got to wake up,"
"What's the time?" I questioned groggily, refusing to open my eyes.
"Early," he admitted, "but it doesn't matter, Taylor get up,"
I sat up, shocked my his harshness, but worried by the look on his face and the fact that he was dressed, "Chad? What's wrong?"
"Troy just called my cell," he sighed, "Gabi's missing, Tamsin said the bad man took her, we have to go, he needs us, the girls need us,"
I nodded, feeling sick to the core by what he'd just told me, her daughters were the first thing on my mind, they were too young to understand what had happened, and even though I didn't know much, it didn't sound good, Tamsin and Kirra must be so confused as to why mommy's left them.
I quickened my pace as I got up, instructing Chad to get the kids, insisting there was no point in them getting dressed, they'd go back to sleep when they were there, they wouldn't understand either.
Evan's POV"SHE WHAT?" I shouted down my cell, forgetting about what time it was, I waited for a reply before insisting, "when they find out who it is, I'm gonna kill em, I swear,"
I was deadly serious, and I knew my brother in law knew I was, he felt the same way, it was clear.
"Evan?" my roommate asked, walking out of his room, "what the hell it's like four am, why are you awake?"
"I'll tell them," I spoke down the phone, hanging up and regarding my roommate, "I'm not gonna be going to classes for a while, and I'm going to be staying at my sisters, I'm needed there, don't ask questions, I'm really not in the mood to answer,"
"What? Has her husband left her or something?" he asked, making me glare at him.
"I SAID NO QUESTIONS," I yelled, slamming the door as I entered my room, dialling the number of the one person I knew would still be up.
"Ev, isn't it like, four there?" the voice of Isobel questioned, "why are you calling?"
"Isobel, put dad on," I demanded.
"He's asleep," she argued, "he'll be mad if I wake him up now,"
"Isobel, put dad on," I repeated, unable to hide the urgency from my voice, "I can't tell you this, not yet, I have to tell dad,"
"Ok," she mumbled.
The sound of a door opening and then knocking followed her phrase.
"DAD?" Isobel was calling, "DAD, EVAN'S ON THE PHONE,"
I heard the angry voices of my parents as another door opened.
"Isobel do you have any…" I heard him start, before Isobel clearly shoved the phone in his face.
"It's Evan," she told him, "something's wrong but he won't tell me what,"
"This better be good," dad spoke down the phone, "really good,"
"No, dad, it's bad," I told him, "really bad,"
"And you're holding me in suspense because…" Dad asked me angrily, "Just tell me,"
"Gabriella's missing," I blurted out, hearing silence on the line, "she just disappeared,"
"Please tell me this is some kind of a sick joke," he demanded, "there are some things I never want to hear Evan, one of those is the words Gabriella and missing in the same sentence,"
"Dad, it's not a joke," I replied, hearing my voice crack, "she's gone,"
I heard the familiar sound telling me he had hung up, almost picturing him frantically trying to call my sister to no avail, or booking the next flight out, which he would, without a doubt, do.
Isobel's POV"Go and get Carly up," I watched as dad ordered, "NOW!"
He disappeared back into his room; obviously about to tell mom what he had just heard, I hadn't got much, but what I did get, I didn't like.
Speeding into my sister's room I done the one thing I knew that would wake her up, I pulled her pillows out from under her head.
"Ow," she complained as the impact woke her up, "is it five already?"
"No," I told her, "it's just gone four in LA, it's not even two here,"
"I hate you," Carly murmured, "just because you get up at four every day, doesn't mean I want to, if you weren't such a goody goody, you wouldn't be getting up to study the stars at this time, and now you're bringing…"
"SHUTUP," I interrupted snappily, "I think we're going to LA, NOW,"
"Why?" Carly yawned as she sat up, "we're going there next week anyway, why go early?"
"Something happened to Gabi," I relented, "that's all I know, dad and Evan wouldn't tell me,"
I watched as my words registered in her smallish brain as she started protesting.
"No," she refused, "Gabi's fine, I was talking to her last night, we were teasing eachother by IM, she said she'd text me, she was ok, she's ok now, call her, she'll tell you,"
I sighed, knowing that right at this moment I had to be the big sister, the one that always knew what to do, what to say, but the truth was, I knew nothing, I didn't even know the full story, how could I help Carly understand when I didn't even understand myself?
Taylor's POVPolice surrounded the house when we arrived; a few of them picked up on our appearance, but didn't seem disturbed by it.
I quickly got the kids out of the car, making my way up the drive to the doorway, and to the man that was blocking it.
"Name?" the man ordered when I reached him.
"Taylor," I told him immediately, "Taylor Danforth, are the girls ok?"
He watched me for a few seconds before looking back into the house, clearly knowing whom I was talking about, "They're at the station with their father,"
"Will I be able to see them?" I questioned, "look, Gabi's my best friend, I'm the girls Godmother, I have to see them, I need to know that they're ok, that they're not hurt."
"Our medical team have examined both children, neither were harmed," the man replied, "this house is a crime scene, if you can help with our investigations then you should talk to Inspector Riviera, if not, you must leave,"
I looked towards the man he had gestured towards and carried Tyler in that direction as I noticed Chad was already speaking to another officer, he was clinging Sophie to his side, obviously shaken by what had happened.
"Excuse me?" I regarded the man I had been told to speak to, "I'm a friend of the family, and I know I probably can't do much, but I want to help, I didn't see anything, but I was wondering if there was anything else I could do,"
"The husband was too distraught, blaming himself," the man spoke in a business tone, "we need a list of people who may have grudges against her or her husband, even the children,"
"Her ex step father," I blurted out without even thinking about it, "he tried to kill her years ago, he got out a few months ago,"
"Does he have a name?" the man continued nonchalantly, "or is he unknown at this point,"
"Kevin Montez," I told him, realising that more names were coming to me, "and Kieran Sanchez and his sister Katelyn Peterson, although she used to be a really good friend, Sarah Sharpe, but that was mainly high school, Suzanne, well I don't know her last name but she's Kevin's partner, Gabi took their son away from them because she was worried they were hurting him, there's Alyssa and her partner, Alyssa's Gabi's half brother and sister's mom, but she never see's them and she always hated Gabi,"
"I guess that gives us something to go on," he sighed as he wrote down the last of the names, "better than what we had anyway,"
I gave him all of our contact details, running my hand through my hair in worry, I honestly didn't know what I would do without her, so I had to do all I could to help them find her.
Leaving it there, remember, if you kill me, you'll never know what happens.
Were you expecting that?
It was actually I tie between that and something else, so I asked Kerry which one I should use, and she went with this plot, I may write the other idea as a oneshot, just calling it IP alt sit (Impossible Perfection: Alternative Situation) and put it in my oneshot collection, just to see how it would have worked.
This chapter, was a bit of POV overload, but hey, it's longer than most of my chapters, but it also means I'm not going to rant. I'm going to watch charmed.
Review (7 for next chapter because that took a lot of energy out of me, i had to think to write that)