Chapter Two

I slip on my shoes, grab my keys and lock the door on my way out of the apartment. I get in the car and turn on the heat. God it's freezing in here I think. I drive to the Thud office and unlock the door. I grab my laptop and slip it into my bag. I make sure I don't need anything else before locking up. As I'm locking the door, I hear someone say "Hey Peyton!" I turn at the sound of the voice, and suddenly all I can feel is a searing pain in my head. My keys and purse fall to the ground as everything starts getting blurry.

"Wh-" I start to say.

I don't even get a chance to finish my question before I pass out.

Lucas looks at the clock again. 11:02 Over an hour since I left, and Lucas is starting to get worried. Maybe she just fell asleep at the office he thinks. He reaches for his cell phone and dials my cell phone, but it just goes straight to voice mail. He tries calling Nathan and Haley to see if I stopped over there, but they tell him they haven't seen me since earlier in the day when we were all together. "Where the hell could she be?" he mumbles to himself.

After I pass out, the person who attacked me picks me up and sling me over his shoulder. He makes sure nobody is around and then throws me into the trunk of his car.

When I finally come to, the first thing I notice is the excruciating pain in my head. I touch my forehead gently and become alarmed that there's blood on my fingertips. I look around the room. I'm in the bedroom of a house. I have no idea where, but from the looks of it, this house is in serious disrepair. The furniture is musty and rusting, the air is thick. I try and open the door but it won't budge. There's no windows.

I have go get out of here I think to myself.

I look around the room for anything that I could use to pick the lock with, but come up empty.

How long have I been here? An hour? Maybe more? Who would do this to me? Fuck.

I sit down on the bed and begin crying silently. I don't want to make too much noise that would alert the person who put me here.

Suddenly I hear a muffled beep. I scan the room quickly, wondering what could have caused it. Suddenly, I notice that it's coming from me. I check my pockets and find my cell phone in one of them in my sweatpants. I silently thank God. The beep was alerting me that I had almost no battery power left. Maybe just enough to make one call. I think to myself.

Frantically, I dial Lucas' cell phone.

"Peyton where are you? Are you okay?" he asks worried

I break down crying at the sound of his voice, but know that I have no time to waste.

"Lucas, you have to help me. I was leaving Thud, and someone attacked me. I just woke up in this room. I have no idea where I am. Please, help." I sob.

"Who did this to you?" he asks panicking.

"I don't know. Just please...help me."

All the sudden, I hear the door open and my cell phone slips out of my hand. A tall man, about 6'5" enters the room holding a knife.

He walks towards me and hits me so hard that I reel back on the bed. I feel everything start to get fuzzy.

"It doesn't matter if you call for help. They'll never make it here. And if they do, they won't get to you before you're dead." he says in a gravelly voice.

It's only a matter of seconds before I lose conciousness again.

"Peyton? Peyton, can you hear me? Peyton!" Lucas yells.

He runs downstairs and gets in his car at lightning speed. He rushes into the police department. "I need help. My girlfriend, Peyton Sawyer, just called me. She told me that someone atttacked her outside of Thud magazine and abducted her. You need to help me!" he shouts.

"Do you know where she is?" the officer asks him

"No, if I did, I would be telling you!" she shouts.

"Son, now calm down. We'll find her."

Lucas and the officers head to Thud. My car is still parked outside, and Lucas notices blood on the sidewalk just outside the building. Oh God. Please don't let anything happen to her. he thinks. "Okay, we need a description of what she was wearing. We're also going to need the names of all of her friends to see if maybe they have any idea where she might be, anyone that might have done this." the officer tells Lucas.

"Um...she was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshit. It had the name of some band on it..." he says. Why didn't I pay attention to what her damn shirt said?

"We're also going to need a recent picture of her. We'll show it around, see if anyone has seen her."

Half an hour later Nathan, Haley, Brooke, Karen, and Keith are all in our apartment sitting at the kitchen table. Lucas is sitting slumped in a chair with his head in his hands.

"Who could have done something like this?" Brooke whispers.

"They'll find her. I'm positive. Peyton's a strong girl...she can survive anything." Keith says.

Nobody else knows what to say that can comfort Lucas.

Karen rubs her son's back lightly. "Just pray sweetie. Just pray." she whispers to him.

Meanwhile, the man who attacked me has me bound to a chair with a gag in my mouth. I try and scream, make any type of sound but it's useless. Every so often he'll beat me or cut me with his knife and then leave. I try and scream and yell but nobody hears me. I fade in and out of consciousness for days.

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