Disclaimer, except Rose whatever, but there's going to be some confusion here I promise you. So I'm going to write a paragraph from Riley's POV in the scene I just wrote then Rose's POV in the Car then my POV for after the car, then Rose's POV again so HERE!
Chapter 9: Interrogations never work
I came from behind Abigail, and tapped her shoulder. "Shh!" I told her. "Where have you been?" She asked. "Hiding!" I said in a duh-tone. "Where's Rose?" She asked. "I thought she was with you!" I hissed. She sighed, like she might have a guess. "Come on." She said. "What about-"
"Come on! We'll talk later." She interrupted. I sighed and followed. "Come on Rose." I muttered. She just had to find us! If she didn't I was going kill Ian. I pulled Abigail out of the way of the bus as she dropped the declaration. I wasn't going to lose her either. "No…" I whispered, as Ian took the declaration. "Come on!" I shouted, helping up Abigail and running. We eventually saw that they weren't following us, and slowed. "What about Rose?" I demanded louder now. "Riley, they…took her. I'd bet, you quite a lot that they have her." She panted. Clearly not a runner, like me. Took her…? No. They-she…no. They couldn't have. "No. Damn it! They wouldn't…" I trailed angrily. "Riley, she'll be okay. She's a tough fighter. But we have to call Ben…" She trailed. "Crap." I said plainly, but part of me knew Abigail was right. But if she wasn't then…I couldn't think about that. Anyways telling Ben…God he was going to kill us, considering we didn't exactly…uh, 'Take care of her' as Ben put it. I sighed. "Here, I'll call him." I said, before she could. I knew him longer anyways. "Yes?" Ben answered. "We lost it…" I trailed starting off easy on him. He sighed angrily, and went silent for a moment. "It's…we'll be okay. Are you alright? How's Abigail? And Rose?" He asked. "Um…well Abigail and I are okay…but…" I trailed not sure how to put it. "Is she hurt?" Ben asked automatically. "I…uh one second." I paused putting the phone to my chest. "He asked if she's hurt. What do I say?" I whispered super quietly. "Tell him the truth, just-here." Abigail said taking the phone. "Ben?" She said, putting it on speaker. "Is she hurt?" He repeated. "Well, we sort of…lost her too." She replied weakly. "What?" He asked. "Ian…sort of has her." She repeated. "No…" We barley heard him trail. He sighed. This was not, good. "Meet me at the car. We'll figure something out then." He said. I nodded. "Okay. Got it." Abigail said hanging up. So we ventured towards the car, to see Ben getting Arrested. Jeez, this was just awesome! Abigail and I wandered over to a park, to figure out what to do. "Riley? Do you know how to get in touch with Ian?" She asked. "Excuse me?"
When I woke up I had a splitting headache. "Ow…" I muttered. God only knows, where I was. I was in a cramped small, room. It was dark so I couldn't see my surroundings. I then just remembered that I had been abducted by Ian's men. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain coursed through my body. "Ah…" I said. I suddenly heard a noise from the room, and lights were turned on. I jumped, in shock. My heart raced in my ears. Wait! I'm so not scared. Okay, maybe a little scared. But not that much. "Hello, Rose. I see you've gotten yourself into a bit of a bad situation." That thick British accent, was too easy to recognize. Ian, though you probably already knew that. "Quece'etce que?" I asked realizing I was still speaking in French. "I-what?" I demanded. "Tell me." He answered. "Tell you what?" I snapped. "The clue, Rose. What was it on the map, that you saw?" He asked practically calm. I glared at him, it felt weird when he said my name. "There's no way in hell I'm telling you what I saw." I spat. Excuse my…word choice. "My, my, Rose, what a wide vocabulary you have." He chuckled. My glare never broke. I'm thirteen, not ten! I can swear, for God's sake! "How about some reinforcement, eh?" He asked. I took a step back from him. "Honestly, I have no idea." I lied. Then he started to circle me. "You're quite a bad liar, you know." Ian glared at me. "And, why would you think that?" I retorted. "Tell me, what you know." He demanded. I exhaled sharply. "Fine, there were plenty of numbers on the back of the Declaration." I said, through grit teeth. He waited. "And?" He pressed, gaining on me. I took a step back. "That's it. They apparently meant something to Ben." I answered. Well, and to yourself and Riley and Abigail. A voice in my mind said. "You know what they meant. Tell. Me. Now." Ian demanded, getting impatient. "No." I said. "I don't know." I claimed my voice shaking. "How's about I jog your memory then?" Ian suggested. He shoved me from the back onto the floor, I hit the floor right on my rib, I bit my tongue from crying out in pain as he kicked my ribs, and face, and head. "How about you think about that clue?" Ian growled. I held my ribs, and moaned. At least I was left a lone at last. I forced my hand to the back of my head, sticky blood was tangled in my curls of copper-amber hair. I suddenly felt dizzy, and put my hair into a pony tail. The purple highlight in my hair was still in tact anyways. Did I ever tell you about that? Well, yes. I have a purple highlight in my hair. Whenever one fades, I do a new color. I love to do that. Ever since I was nine, I did it. I remember the first time Ben saw me doing it in his bathroom.
***FLASHBACK***
"What…are…what…huh?" He asked. I laughed. "One sec. Let me finish." I responded. When I finally had a stripe of silver, and teal in my hair and braided them, (that was also super fun to do) I explained. "I always dye my hair. Sometimes I don't get around to it, but it's really fun." I said. "I have tons of colors. But I never dye all of it. That's just weird." I said. He still looked confused. "You get used to it. Believe me." I explained.
***END OF FLASHBACK***
I woke up in an instant. It was a dream. I felt dizzy, and like I was about to throw up. I lie on my stomach and crossed my eyes and the symptoms at least subsided. I groaned. "Get up, you're going to tell me my clue." I felt a gun connect with my head. I was at gunpoint… "Tu merde-tete." I muttered. Still crap-head, not…the other one. "Tell me, or this bullet goes into your head." Ian sounded like he was ready to shoot at anytime. "Voici le mur." I said my voice shaking. "Lci s'`ecrit avec deux Es." added. Meaning: Here at the wall, here spelled with two Es. Technically I had told him, but…in French. "In English, or you can just join your mother." He snapped. I pushed back tears, and a lot of curses. How did he know about that, anyways? I sat in silence, my jaw clamped, shut. The minutes ticked by, literally, I could hear the ticking noise on my great-grandmother's old watch. He couldn't shoot me though. I was…his hostage. I had the clue. "Now, I guess your no good to me dead. But banged up no one will mind." Ian said and with that he replaced the gun with a knife, and sliced a gash in my arm, which started to seep out blood. I cried out in pain, and doubled over, and he set the knife on my other arm ready to cut it. "He-…Heere at the…wall." I choked out, choking on screams. I wasn't going to scream. I couldn't show weakness. Well, any more weakness. That one was lost a while ago… "What does that mean?" One of Ian's buddies asked. "I. Don't. Freaking. KNOW!" I shouted dizzy from loss of blood. Ian just laughed, "Look's like she's on edge. Don't worry love, we can't have you break. Yet." Ian said, poking me with the knife under my chin, forcing me to look up and at him, and cutting me a little, blood now dripping from my chin and oozing from my arm I bit my lip trying not to whimper. Break. Break, how? And what did he mean by yet? I should be released soon! Ben will do it! Or even Riley! Someone has too! I fought tears, back. It was all my fault. All of it. I should've kept running, not stopped, for lord's sake I'm a cross-country runner! Being held hostage was my fault. Entirely. Well, unless you consider the fact that Ian made Ben steal it to protect it pretty much, so then I had to run from Ian. So I guess part of it's Ian's fault. Just then Ian's phone rang. He arched an eyebrow once he saw the caller ID, "Now just what do you need, Riley?"