Ok, I have been writing like crazy for the past three hours and I have 8-10 finished. Now, I don't think I will post them all today, in fact, 8 is probably going to be the last one for today, I may do nine, but I want to write a little more before I post ten. Oh and I kind of lied, this chapter soo isn't as long as I thought, it just took forever to write. So here it goes!
Chapter 8: Empty
The room was dark and cold. I felt the blood running down my forehead and almost silently hitting to freezing concrete beneath me. I was to afraid to open my eyes, knowing that the moment I did all of the horrifying surroundings would no longer be able to be hidden under the false hoping belief of a nightmare. My body ached, but my soul hurt worse. Stabbed with another person's envy from my own truth. Then I opened my eyes, expecting to cry, but instead of tears, anger filled me and I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs, not knowing if these cries were being heard. I screamed until I couldn't, until my voice was nothing more then a crack in the sustained silence that surrounded me. My head and body hurt from being thrown down and stomped on by those who refused to accept the truth and back away.
Maybe I was dying, or maybe I was just being put through another trial on the road of life that so often took a wrong turn for me. I wasn't sure which was worse. I almost wanted to die, because unlike all the other times, I couldn't see a light ahead of me. And he wasn't going to save me this time, there is no way he can, or that he would. The person I loved, the only one who was ever there was gone, and I don't believe he was going to come back.
(Clark's POV)
First I went to California. I searched everywhere for days. Chloe was still trying to find out information on Max, but so far, all we had was that he was a record producer who wasn't very good at keeping clients. But I couldn't give up, Juliet was out there. I could feel it, and I wasn't letting this feeling slip by. So I kept searching.
(Juliet's POV)
It could have been hours, or maybe even just minutes. Either way it felt like a lifetime. I had forced myself to open my eyes again. The small window on the high part of the wall let in a shimmer of light, enough to see my surroundings. Weak from exhaustion, blood loss, and hunger, I meekly made my way to my feet, trembling some. It was cold and my clothing wasn't doing much to keep me warm. I shivered and fell back down to the floor, letting the tears escape from my eyes. I watched them fall the ground and mix with the blood and dirt that stained the concrete until everything went black and I fell into unconsciousness.
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"Wake up Nicolette." I heard. I slowly opened my eyes and flinched.
"Max? What have you done to me?" I whispered.
"Tried to teach you a lesson, did it work?" He said softly, trying to come towards me.
"Stay away from me you jerk." I Said as I crawled away, but before I could get to far, he reached his arm back and struck me across the face.
"Guess you still have some to learn Miss Juliet." Then he left. But how did he know my name?
(Clark's POV)
"Hello?" I said when I answered the phone.
"Clark it's Chloe, I may have found something on our mysterious Mr. Delga." She said.
"What is it?" I asked hopefully.
"Well, I researched all of his other mysterious fallen stars and not only were they all young women, but a couple even spoke out about being harassed by Max, that is why they vanished from showbiz." Chloe told me.
"Okay, but if he did harass Jules, then wouldn't her music just fall? I mean he didn't kidnap any of the others." I asked, utterly confused.
"Yea but there is something else strange about all of this." She started. "Up until three years ago there is no record of Max Delga existing. No school records, doctors reports, birth announcements, absolutely nothing until his first victims record went platinum three years ago." Chloe said.
I didn't understand, then the idea hit me.
"Chloe, does it have any other name for Max anywhere?" I asked urgently.
"Umm, it says on his webpage that his real name is Sam Terrif Franklin; though how he got Max Delga out of that I will never know. But Clark I have searched that name too, but still, nothing." She said.
"Okay thanks, call me if you find anything else." And I hung up.
I was starving, and I knew that this search would go no where if I stayed that way. So I went to a small diner and got something to eat.
Sam Terrif Franklin. The name stuck out in my mine. Not only because it was a dorky name either. I pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin and wrote it over and over again.v Then it hit me.
SAM TERRIF FRANKLIN
STIFF