Everything was in slow motion to the pair of hazel eyes that fluttered open
slowly and darted around the bright room.
What happened...Where am I?...
Lizzie tried to focus her impaired vision to get an idea of where she was, she started to panic while trying to pry herself out of this dark oblivion but it was no use...it slowly pulled her down under then engulfed her fragile state of mind.
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Gordo hunched over the toilet as he clutched his stomach, his face flushed crimsion while tears spilled from his watery blue orbs. After a weak attempt to flush he went back to sit on his bed, his vision set on the phone so hard as if his motivated stare could make it ring any faster.
Throwing himself back on the bed, a groan escaped his lips. Gordo's hands hid his eyes as he replayed the current events in his mind.
Gordo walked up the sidewalk to Lizzie's house, trying to think of the write way to show how sorry he was to hurt her like that. He wanted to say how stupid he was, how much he cared for her and how much he needed her in his life.
All thoughts froze within his reeling mind when he seen the flashing lights infront of the McGuire house. He took off in a sprint as he made his way through the doorway to find two policemen in sharp looking uniforms, Jo crying in Sam's arms and a sullen expression across Matt's face. No one noticed him enter until the words entered his ears...he couldn't even concentrate he was so shocked.
Gone..
Elizabeth McGuire..
Hayden Ryanheart a possible suspect...
Those were the only words he could understand at this point. All he could remember was Jo hugging him, her eyes puffy and red. Sam's hand patting his back and his tears cascading down his pale cheeks.
A rumble from the sky made him come out of his memory, more tears fell as he thought of how scared she must be..wherever she was. He had to find her, him sitting by the phone wouldnt help anything. He needed to be there when she was found, she would need him. He had to make sure he got to her. He had to make sure Hayden payed...
And he had alot to pay for.
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Lizzie felt her eyes burn like fire was being thrusted into them as she struggled to gaze around the room. The bedroom was a decent size, a dresser in one corner with various things set atop, the walls were an off white to complement the navy blue carpet. There was a twin size bed against one wall and other common furniture. It seemed to be so normal and unfamiliar.
As she tried to struggle free of the ropes binding her to the wobbly, wooden chair all she gained was rope burn that only added to her pain. Just then she jumped from suprise when the door opened.
" Hi, my sleeping beauty!" The voice exclaimed as if he didn't have a care in the world.
" Wh-wh.." Lizzie tried her best to wet her dry lips, " Where are we?"
" My room! Remember, we were going to go back to my house," Hayden said with a smile that caused her top shrink back.
" You can't keep me here forever...wont you be afraid I will tell?" She dared to ask.
" You wont." Was his simple reply.
He made his way across the room with a bottle of vodka and then poured some in a glass, but first took a big swig.
" Let me rephrase that. You wont beable too. Im not stupid, I cant keep you here forever. My parents come back in three days from Chicago. By then everyone will be making your funeral arrangments. I'll dispose of you when I am done having my fun...not that I got enough last night.
You will have so much alcohal in your system when they find you in our spare car, wrecked to hell that you wont look so innocent."
Lizzie couldn't hold back her tears as she realised how well he thought this through.
All she knew is that she had to get out. And she had to do it fast.
What happened...Where am I?...
Lizzie tried to focus her impaired vision to get an idea of where she was, she started to panic while trying to pry herself out of this dark oblivion but it was no use...it slowly pulled her down under then engulfed her fragile state of mind.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Gordo hunched over the toilet as he clutched his stomach, his face flushed crimsion while tears spilled from his watery blue orbs. After a weak attempt to flush he went back to sit on his bed, his vision set on the phone so hard as if his motivated stare could make it ring any faster.
Throwing himself back on the bed, a groan escaped his lips. Gordo's hands hid his eyes as he replayed the current events in his mind.
Gordo walked up the sidewalk to Lizzie's house, trying to think of the write way to show how sorry he was to hurt her like that. He wanted to say how stupid he was, how much he cared for her and how much he needed her in his life.
All thoughts froze within his reeling mind when he seen the flashing lights infront of the McGuire house. He took off in a sprint as he made his way through the doorway to find two policemen in sharp looking uniforms, Jo crying in Sam's arms and a sullen expression across Matt's face. No one noticed him enter until the words entered his ears...he couldn't even concentrate he was so shocked.
Gone..
Elizabeth McGuire..
Hayden Ryanheart a possible suspect...
Those were the only words he could understand at this point. All he could remember was Jo hugging him, her eyes puffy and red. Sam's hand patting his back and his tears cascading down his pale cheeks.
A rumble from the sky made him come out of his memory, more tears fell as he thought of how scared she must be..wherever she was. He had to find her, him sitting by the phone wouldnt help anything. He needed to be there when she was found, she would need him. He had to make sure he got to her. He had to make sure Hayden payed...
And he had alot to pay for.
~~~~~~~
Lizzie felt her eyes burn like fire was being thrusted into them as she struggled to gaze around the room. The bedroom was a decent size, a dresser in one corner with various things set atop, the walls were an off white to complement the navy blue carpet. There was a twin size bed against one wall and other common furniture. It seemed to be so normal and unfamiliar.
As she tried to struggle free of the ropes binding her to the wobbly, wooden chair all she gained was rope burn that only added to her pain. Just then she jumped from suprise when the door opened.
" Hi, my sleeping beauty!" The voice exclaimed as if he didn't have a care in the world.
" Wh-wh.." Lizzie tried her best to wet her dry lips, " Where are we?"
" My room! Remember, we were going to go back to my house," Hayden said with a smile that caused her top shrink back.
" You can't keep me here forever...wont you be afraid I will tell?" She dared to ask.
" You wont." Was his simple reply.
He made his way across the room with a bottle of vodka and then poured some in a glass, but first took a big swig.
" Let me rephrase that. You wont beable too. Im not stupid, I cant keep you here forever. My parents come back in three days from Chicago. By then everyone will be making your funeral arrangments. I'll dispose of you when I am done having my fun...not that I got enough last night.
You will have so much alcohal in your system when they find you in our spare car, wrecked to hell that you wont look so innocent."
Lizzie couldn't hold back her tears as she realised how well he thought this through.
All she knew is that she had to get out. And she had to do it fast.