Chapter Forty Six: Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects

"You are seriously sick," Helga said angrily. "Nothing you do is going to get you Rose back."

"This isn't just about Rose," said another voice, and someone appeared out of the darkness.

Helga had a disgusted look on her face. "Ivy?" She asked. She looked at both of them. "You guys are seriously trying to break them apart and keep the pieces for yourself?"

"Well… yes," said Ivy, and Cal rolled his eyes.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but you took the wrong person," said Helga. "Rose doesn't care about me."

Cal took out his phone. "We'll see about that."

•••

Rose was on the roof with Jack and they were still kissing. Jack was slowly sliding his hand up Rose's leg.

All of a sudden, Rose's phone started to ring. Rose pulled away from Jack and looked at it.

She couldn't breathe. She started to hyperventilate. "It's… it's Cal."

Jack looked at the phone. "Just decline it. Whatever he's calling about doesn't matter."

Rose declined the call, and Jack took her hand. "I'm scared," she said. "What if he's trying to pull something?"

"You're safe," said Jack. "I can walk you to and from school, and you're safe here. No one's getting past Molly."

"Right," said Rose. "How long can we keep that up? I don't want to have to have a bodyguard all the time."

"I know," said Jack.

They fell asleep on the roof, and a few minutes later, Rose was woken up by a text message.

C: You want to answer my call, sweet pea.

Rose got up and walked away from Jack. She didn't want to wake him. As she walked away, Cal called her again.

This time, Rose answered. "What?" She asked angrily. She was trying to sound tough, not like the delicate flower she often saw herself as.

"I have something of yours," said Cal, and he put the phone on speaker.

"Rose, help me!" Helga yelled into the phone. Rose gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Help me!"

"Don't do anything to her," said Rose. "You do anything to her and I will kill you. You hear me? I'll kill you."

"Be in front of the alleyway on fourteenth street in twenty minutes or she starts paying," said Cal. "If anyone's with you or if you've told anyone about this, she starts paying. Am I clear?"

"Yes," said Rose. The call disconnected, and Rose quickly left. She stood outside the alleyway. A black van pulled up in front of her.

"Get in," said a voice.

Rose nervously climbed into the van and they quickly drove away. The van was dark. It had a divider up between the front and back rows.

•••

Jack woke up a little later. Rose wasn't in his arms anymore. Where was she? He also couldn't find his phone. He called for Rose, but she didn't answer. Maybe she got cold? It was December, and for some reason they still sat on the roof.

He climbed down to Rose and Helga's room. He arrived at the window and looked inside. Neither Helga or Rose were in there, and the room looked destroyed. He gasped.

Jack ran back to his room. He picked up a pillow and threw it at Fabrizio. "Get up."

"No," said Fabrizio, and he went back to sleep.

"Get the fuck up right now!" Jack yelled, and he pulled the blanket off of Fabrizio's bed.

"Fine, what is it?" Fabrizio asked.

"Helga and Rose are gone. Their room looks like a bomb hit it," said Jack.

"Are you sure they're gone?" Fabrizio asked.

"Yes, I'm sure," said Jack. "What do we do?"

"What can we do?" Fabrizio asked. "Hey, Molly. I always sneak into my girlfriend's room so we can spend every night together. Anyway, she's missing. There's no actual proof that she didn't just ghost me."

"She didn't just ghost me," said Jack. "Let's go! We have to find Thomas!"

Fabrizio got up, and he and Jack went back downstairs to find Thomas. Turns out, he was already awake and sitting in the living room. "What are you both doing up?" Thomas asked.

"Rose and Helga are missing," said Jack. "I'm not sure where they are or why they're gone, but they are." Jack's eyes widened as he spoke

"Are you sure they're not just… going somewhere?" Thomas asked.

Jack nodded. "Rose would've told me. She wouldn't have just left." Jack's eyes widened as he spoke. "She got a call from Cal tonight. I bet he has something to do with this."

Thomas shrugged. "What can we do?"

Jack and Fabrizio stood there for a minute thinking. "I know," said Jack. "She and I have trackers of each other."

The three of them went behind the main desk and started tracking Rose's phone. "There she is!" Fabrizio exclaimed. "They're driving downtown to the docks."

•••

"Who are you?" Rose asked. All of a sudden, the divider came down. It was Ivy. "You're that bitch that dumped Jack because he was in a group home."

"Whatever," said Ivy. "Give me your phone."

Rose handed her phone over to Ivy. She took it and threw it out the window, driving over it. Well, that sucks, Rose thought to herself.

•••

All of a sudden, the video stopped. "What happened?" Fabrizio asked. "Was her phone turned off?"

"No," said Jack. "That symbol on the screen means the phone was destroyed."

•••

Finally, they stopped driving. "Get out of the car and put your hands on the hood." Rose obliged. Ivy took her hands and tied them, then pulled her off the car. "Let's go."

Rose was dragged inside. She eyed Cal before Ivy put her in a chair next to Helga. She looked at Helga, whose mouth was covered with tape, and her arms and legs were tied up. There was mascara running down her face, and she was shaking.

The emotional part of Rose felt horrible. She felt sick. She wanted to jump out of the chair and get Helga out of there. But she calmed herself. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, toughening herself. "What can I do for you, Cal?"