Hey, guys! How are you guys doing today? I decided to upload chapters to all my incompleted stories today because today's a special day...
It's my 15th Birthday!
Well, welcome to Chapter 7 of Missing Person. I think I have gotten over writer's block within a few hours. Usually it would take a few days but it didn't in this situation. Anyways, I'm lacking reviews and I would really appreciate it if you, the readers, could review? Because I need inspiration and my inspiration would be you guys. I really need to hear your feedback. Even so, I will keep writing as always and this story will be ending soon. Not too soon because there are a couple of things that I have hidden in the back of my mind that need to be put into this story. Anyway, read on and please leave a review.
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-Chapter 7-
Edward's POV
I was speechless as I witnessed Bella being dragged away by a man I didn't even know. But I can tell you I didn't like him. He had this intimidating vibe about him that sent unpleasant shivers down my spine. But I wasn't afraid.
As soon as the door shut in front of my face, I sprung into action. I leaped for the door handle and gently turned it to avoid making any noise. I had to go full on stealth mode from here on out.
As the door opened wide, I crept out and into the musty hallway. This place was really disgusting and old. Everything looked so torn and damaged. It was like a roach infested motel that you see in those horror movies. It even had a weird smell to it; almost smelling like sweat and mold. Mortifying combination of scents.
I made a snap decision and took a left down the hall, following the almost-faded scent of strawberries and vanilla - Bella's shampoo and perfume. I didn't have time to wonder why she still smelt like she always did when suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder, making me jump.
I turned around, fearing that someone had caught me when I realized it was just a girl. A girl that looked like she could do no harm, not even to a fly.
"I'm sorry, miss," I shamefully bowed my head as I tried to scurry in the direction that I suppose Bella was lead to.
"You're not from around here, are you?" She spoke. Her voice was lovely; sweet, soft and gentle.
I didn't want to say much because I didn't really know who she was but I didn't want to be rude and run off. Even though I did.
"My apologies, but I really must be going," I gave her a sad smile and turned away, running down the hall and taking another left.
I was a little on guard after encountering that girl and I was praying to god that she won't give me up and tell whoever was in charge that I had escaped, because I was pretty sure that I wasn't suppose to leave...
Suddenly, coming out from one of the many rooms of this hallway, there was a woman dressed in a skimpy outfit. The outfit was made of a tight corset and fish net leggings with red high heels. The corset made her look very slim and pushed her breasts up and nearly revealing everything else. She was wearing black gloves that ended at her elbows and a choker. Right below her corset was a very, very mini black skirt that showed the bottom of her ass and I then came to the conclusion that Bella was not exaggeration when she said this was a whore house.
I just wanted to know who's whorehouse it was.
The girl in the skimpy outfit turned to my direction and smiled shyly at me. She was then pushed by a well-built man who was groping her ass as he lead her out of this hallway to who knows where.
I felt disgusted to be in a place like this.
I followed the light scent that belonged to Bella and raced as I realized it lead to outside. Thankfully, the doors weren't locked as I made my escape out. I thought it would have been harder to escape, but I was wrong. This place was not in Forks whatsoever. It was situated in the middle of, what I thought was, Seattle. I could tell because there wasn't a very busy city around for hundreds of miles.
I quickly ran outside into the darkness and immediately saw a reddish haired girl struggling against a bulky man who was forcing her into a long, black stretched limousine made to look like an SUV.
"No! Let go of me!" She shrieked. And I immediately recognized the voice of Isabella.
I ran across the road, not caring if a car hits me, just as long as I get to Bella on time.
The bulky man noticed me and swiftly reached into his back pocket and held out a gun right to my face. I stood there, frozen, fearing my life. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears and I saw the terrified face that belonged to Bella.
"No, please!" Bella tried to reach for the gun but was unsuccessful.
"Get in the limo," He ordered Bella. When she didn't obey, he repeated himself louder. "GET IN THE FUCKING LIMO," He switched the gun from my face to Bella's and she immediately got inside. With a satisfying grin from the man, he turned the gun to my face before pulling the trigger.
"NO!" Were the lasts words I heard before falling over unconscious on the pavement.
Bella's POV
I watched as Emmett pulled the trigger and shot Edward's chest instead of his face. I screamed, "NO!" beforehand but he didn't listen to me. Emmett never listens to me.
I watched helplessly with tears streaming down my face as my best friend was lying on the ground bleeding to death while Emmett didn't care and shoved him off to the side of the road to make it look like a drive-by shooting.
My heart broke and there was nothing I can do about it. All the doors were locked and the windows were tinted black. I was peeking out of the trunk's window watching as Emmett dragged him away from my sight.
I didn't even know if Edward was alive or dead.
I sat back slumping on the leather seats as Emmett entered the limo with a smug grin wiped across his face - that was until he saw my expression.
"Why the fuck are you crying?" He looked at me with disgust.
I let a whimper escaped my throat and Emmett just frowned at me.
"Well?" Emmett asked impatiently.
"You murdered my best friend," I whispered, noticing that my voice was rasped.
"Wipe those tears away, you're gonna look so ugly," He looked away as the limo started to roll down the road.
I used the sleeve of my jacket to wipe away the tears and it took me a few minutes to compose myself before Emmett handed me a black bag with tissue paper stuck in it. I looked at it curiously before Emmett sighed in frustration and told me to take the contents out of it.
I tipped the bag over on my lap and inside revealed a pink silk corvette. There was a pink boa and a black thong in there, too. Along side it were six inch high heels made to look like the color of a pink pearl. It had ribbon for laces that reminded me of ballet shoes. That also brought back the memories of me going for ballet lessons a long time ago; and I hated it.
"You want me to wear it?" I asked, dumbly.
"Put it on right now," Emmett commanded.
With shaking hands and flashing memories of an unconscious Edward drifting back into my mind, I cringed as I undressed myself in front of this abusive man.
"That's right, baby," He smirked. I wanted to punch this guy in the face so bad but I knew that he would only hit me back even harder.
After I was finished undressing, Emmett told me where we were going to go and what I was going to do.
"There's a young man that is in desperate need for a beautiful woman like you to please him. You will be there for no more than an hour and then I will come back to get you," He explained briefly.
This was going to be my first time and I was nervous and scared. But I can't tell Emmett that, he would only tell me to suck it up and do my job. Like he says to all the other girls at that whorehouse.
I was afraid of everything. I didn't want and sexually transmitted infection. I didn't want to lose my innocence to a man that I didn't even know. I was scared that I would never be able to escape this endless cycle. I was scared that I will never see my family ever again. I'm terrified of the future because I don't know what it will hold for me.
And most importantly...
I'm afraid I'll never see the love of my life ever again.