When Elle woke up, the first thing she thought was, "why is it so dark". She studied her surrounding as her eyes adjusted to the dark setting. She finally concluded, that the only thing this could possibly be was a closet. A large closet with a raggedy blanket folded in the corner and a fluffless pillow lying next to it. She was just wondering why she was there, and whether she should leave, when she remembered. Callahan. Callahan, kissing her and pushing up against the wall. Callahan, knocking her to the floor. At this realization she became aware of a throbbing pain at the back of her head. She reached up and found dried blood there. This must be where her head had hit the floor. Her cheek hurt too, where Callahan had stuck it. Her whole body felt sore and uncomfortable, and she felt like somehow, she had been violated against her will. She looked more closely at what she was wearing and immediately realized that it was not her own. She was definitely wearing a man's clothes. A sickening feeling crept through her entire body, as she put two and two together and figured out what had happened after she had been knocked out. Her stomach lurched and she leaned into a corner of the closet and threw up. When it had emptied itself she sat up again. She looked around the closet again, and saw a crack of light towards what must have been the front. She crawled forward and found the door. She pushed her hands along it, searching for the doorknob. Her fingers found it, and she turned. Nothing happened. She was locked in.
Elle tugged the doorknob, frantically trying to make it move. She pushed her whole weight against the door, hoping against hope that she could make it open. Finally, she collapsed against the door in defeat, her forehead wet with the sweat of her efforts. She wanted to scream but was afraid to. She had no idea where she was, or what the consequences might be of making any noise. Then she heard a door open. She heard footsteps coming toward the door of her prison. Her heart lurched mixed with fear of the person outside, and hope that it might be someone who could help her. Her mind whirled around and landed on Emmett. Emmett. She hadn't gone to say goodnight to him like she had promised. He would be looking for her right? He would wonder where she had gone, and why she had never come back. He would wonder why she wasn't in court. He would question things. That's what he did. He would find her. He had to. Didn't he? Emmett
A/N: OK. So that's a little bit of a cliffhanger ending. I know you all want to find out what happens next! The next chapter will also be from Elle's perspective, and then we will hear a bit from Emmett, though most of the story will be from Elle's point of view. I've already got the next chapter written. The only thing determining when it goes up is how many reviews I get. So you know what that means! Please Review!!