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Evangeline's POV

I drummed my fingers on the countertop and stared at my phone. Ashley had gone home an hour ago so I was all alone. Colbie not here, of course. I left it there and walked down the hall and into the room right across from Colbie's. She'd made it a little recording studio, well paid someone to anyways. I picked up one of the guitars and strummed a few notes. I need Kendall.

Ashley's POV

I put on a pair of denim shorts and a black tank-top with a long sleeved red mesh shirt over it. I skipped out of the bathroom and flopped on the couch. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Of course. A text from Carlos -Ash where are you? Gustavo is freaking out-. I groaned and replied -Be right there-. I jump up from the couch and head out of the apartment.

20 Minutes Later

I strolled down the sidewalk, busy traffic on my left, cute little LA shops to my right. I should check those out with Angie. I felt eyes on me and looked around. A man with a Hawaiian t-shirt and cargo shorts was walking binoculars around his neck behind me. He looked a lot like…no, he couldn't be in LA. I walked across a busy intersection and into the Rocque Records parking lot. I heard shuffling and a grunt and looked around. The man had disappeared. I ran to the doors of the enormous building and didn't look back. I felt a hand grab my wrist and I was dragged down the halls and up a couple flights of stairs. The person stopped and I looked to, thankfully, see Logan. He pushed me into a little studio. The band was there and Kelly and Angie. The fat guy, Gustavo I think, shoved papers at me.

"Sing these."

I looked at them. "I don't know how to read sheet music."

Angie smiled at me from Kendall's arms. "I wrote it, you'll like it."

I sighed as Carlos pushed me into the little studio.

"So I just sing into this thing?"

Gustavo nodded.

I took a deep breath. "Here it goes."

I slip on the huge headphones and the music starts.

You'll never enjoy your life
Living inside the box
You're so afraid of taking chances
How you gonna reach the top?
Rules and regulations
Force you to play it safe
Get rid of all the hesitation
It's time for you to seize the day
Instead of just sitting around
And looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground
The time is now
I'm waiting, waiting, just waiting
I'm waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Try to have no regrets
Even if it's just tonight
How you gonna walk ahead
If you keep living behind
Stuck in my same position
You deserve so much more
There's a whole world around us
Just waiting to be explored
Instead of just sitting around
And looking down on tomorrow
You gotta let your feet off the ground
The time is now, just let it go
The world will force you to smile
I'm here to help you notice the rainbow
Cause I know
What's in you is out there
I'm waiting, waiting, just waiting
I'm waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
I'm trying to be patient
The first step is the hardest
I know you can make it
Go ahead and take it
I'm Waiting, waiting, just waiting
I'm waiting
I'm waiting, waiting, just waiting
I'm waiting, waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
Waiting outside the lines
You'll never enjoy your life
Living inside the box
You're so afraid of taking chances
How you gonna reach the top?

~6 hours later~

I threw the headphones at Gustavo and they hit him in the face.

"I've been singing this song for 6 fucking hours, I'm done. See you tomorrow."

I left with him yelling at my back. Everyone had left after about 2 hours. Carlos told me to call him when i was done. I made my way to the lobby. Of course, it's raining. I text Carlos -I walked out. Come get me?-. Almost immediately he replied -Be right there.- I stepped out but stayed under the ledge. I heard footsteps not far away. Could Carlos be here already?

"Carlos?"

I was responded by a familiar gruff voice. "Why did you leave Shay-Shay?"

The name sent chills up my spine and made me tense, covering my face. How did he get here? I turned and tried to open the door. Locked. I banged on it.

"Help! Open up!"

I pounded with such force that I heard a crack in my right hand.

"It's okay Shay-Shay. I only came to talk."

Behind my back I texted Logan -He's here. Please, stay in the house.- and texted Carlos -For the love of God hurry up. He's here, I need help. He'll kill me.- My hand was stabbed with pain with every move.

"Go away!"

"You'd better not talk to me like that missy."

The man stepped into the light. He was clad in a long cloak(why is it that creepy guys always wear cloaks?), and his face covered by a bandana. In his hand was a sack, like for potatoes, big enough for a person. He looked like one of those cowboys in the old west. Had I not been terrified I would've laughed.

"You can't do this. Everyone will know."

He chuckled cruelly. "Well you told that Hispanic boy. Was that who you were calling for? Carlos? Now he knows Shay-Shay. I told you not to tell."

Fear spread throughout my body. "I didn't tell anyone."

"Yes you did. You were in the boat with him and you told him I was a bad man. Do you think I'm a bad man Shay-Shay?"

My eyes stung. "Have you been watching me?"

He stepped forward, only 4 feet away now. "Waiting outside the lines."

The song, that was one of the lyrics. He has been watching me. He closed the distance between us and pressed me against the wall. I struggled to get away and his fist collided with my right cheek. The pain twice as bad because of the bruise he'd left last time. I fell to the ground.

"I told you not to tell. Didn't I?" His foot connected with my stomach. "Didn't I?"

I choked for air to fill my lungs. He made three more kicks in my abdomen.

"Answer me when I talk to you! You think you're like your brother? That you can just lay there, not make a peep so your sister upstairs playing with her toys doesn't know what happens?" A kick to my ribs. "I don't think so."

By now my vision was blurry and my chest and stomach were aching with pain, tears flowing down my face. I tried to roll away. Pain exploded in everywhere. My back, my chest, my legs, my face, even my fingertips.

"You can't get away from me."

I saw to blobs of light and tires squealing. I heard four pairs of feet hit the pavement and one running. A pair of arms lifted me up and I groaned as pain spread everywhere. I heard a choked sob close to my ear. Voices erupted but it sounded a lot like on Charlie Brown. Another pair of hands lifted up my shirt and I heard a gasp. Two pairs of feet ran and faded away. Fingers touched right above my bellybutton gingerly and I screamed in agony. The fingers disappeared and I heard 'shh' noises. My shirt returned to my skin. The Charlie Brown voices started again and I was set on leather. Arms wrapped around me and air rushed past. Bursting in my face and whipping my hair back. It stopped and I was lifted again. I hate Charlie Brown. And Brian Mitchell, my father.

Whatcha guys think? By the way the whole thing at the top was in Latin. XD Don't you love me? You should cuz I'm the one writing the story. I love you all! Review!