Roses at Midnight 17
Petrified.
That was the only word that could be used to describe the youth who was now being dragged through what looked like an old warehouse. She was visibly shaking, it only growing more violently as she was lung into a small closet. She was worn completely down from the ashtma attack she'd somehow managed to gain control, and a set of golden teeth gleamed in the pale moonlight.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," he came closer, "this will only hurt a little..."
Her scream was lost with the night.
The sleepy smile on Nikki's face was short lived.
She'd woken against a shirtless Kendall, which was an amazing dream achieved in her standards. Now that she was clad in a bathroom, she padded down the gym steps, into the mess from the insane party. She looked around groggily, wondering what had happened to her adopted daughter. It only took a few phone calls and laps around the building, the last ones more frantic than before, for her to realize reality with horror.
She's gone.
Katie could not stop blaming herself.
I should've never tried to dance with Tyler, I should've protected her...
The peace was broken within two seconds.
James was perfectly happy in Lucy's arms. The two were pressed against one another, fully clothed, mind you, but fitting together, like they were meant for each other. He was running his hands through her hair once again when his phone buzzed, and the world stopped turning for a few moments in time.
For him, at least.
His little sister figure was absoutely hysterical.
"It's okay...we'll find her..." but Logan was fumbling over his words and shaking as he pressed her to his own chest.
God, please let us find her...
She actually woke up.
But she kind of wished she hadn't.
Her little body was absoutley abused, bruised, and bloodied. She screamed the second she tried to move, jerking and vometing to the side. Feverishly, she forced herself to lay back on her back, eyes hot and face all but on fire. The poor thing could barely bring herself to move after that, and she laid there, still sprawled out and utterly helpless. Dots danced and blurred in her eyes as she drifted somewhere between reality and nothingness, stomach lurching and head light.
Confusion.
It was all her fault and she knew it.
Nikki knew that she was going to do some damage to herself when the night came. She'd gotten so caught up in her little fantasy romance she'd neglected the little girl she'd had to coax to trust her, and she knew Primrose actually loved her. But now she was gone because of herself, and now she was possibly dead.
Dead.
The seventeen year old couldn't handle losing the only thing she'd allowed herself to fully love again.
She simply couldn't.
Unbelievable.
Claire just couldn't believe that someone would actually want to grab a little girl like that.
But at the same time, she did beieve it. Memories crammed themselves once again into her brain as she and Carlos rushed into the car, all of their eyes frantic for any signs of suspion. All of them were desperate to find the seven year old, and all of them were obvious petrified in unison. They were screaming out her name; pouring out of the car at almost every building and cramming themselves back in when they had no avail.
That's how much they all cared.
The newest girl in town couldn't help but wish that someone would've loved her enough to do anything like this the first time she was kidnapped...or any of the times, really...
Pain.
That was all the young girl was consumed with now as her abducters swung themselves in a van.
"You're going to leave me here to die?" she croaked out with a couple of shattered teeth bits mixing with her steady mouth blood, and the one with the golden teeth grinned wickedly.
"I got to see what I wanted," he purred sickly, making her stomach reverse again, "nasty! Screw this; let's roll."
And then she was alone in agony.
Kendall was the one to hear it, but Nikki was the first to react.
"Primose?!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, running into the building with him at her heels while the van stopped in the parking lot with the others in, looking alarmed, "PRIMROSE, ARE YOU IN HERE?!"
Silence.
"PRIMROSE!"