Forelsket ~ GeorgeNotFound

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Deena's POV:

Sitting in the dark was driving both of us insane. It's what he wants. Sitting here, not able to fall asleep from the constant discomfort and the aching in my body. Slow dripping of tears from my eyes. Low rumble of my stomach, begging for food. The dryness in my throat and raspiness in my breath. He wanted me to want to die. I'm not letting that happen. I could tell it was the middle of the night by the silence outside. There were very low beams from cars passing by, the light of the headlights barely illuminating the curtains. And they have no idea they're passing by a house with two girls stuck inside. They have no idea they're passing by two girls who are practically already dead.

"Denise?" I heard a harsh whisper from across the room. "I need water" I heard a silent cry fall from her voice.

"I do too" I held my breath to stop more tears from falling. "I feel sick"

"Me too" the conversation ended there before the door slowly opened. It was like our prayers were answered when we noticed to water bottles.

"So you get this" he smiled as me and Miranda both got exited. "If you can tell me where her phone is" he smiled and pointed at Miranda. My heart sank.

"Yesterday" she started and cleared her throat, "when you came in here and told us to be quiet, we were talking about her phone" please don't Miranda.

"And?" He smiled and kneeled down to her.

"She said you kept asking for it, and got made when she didn't know where it was. But she cried to me saying she really had no idea. She pinky promised and she has never broken a pinky promise" she started crying and Max sighed before walking to me and grabbing my face harshly.

"Is this true, princess?" He smiled and turned his head slightly to the side. I nodded my head quickly and motioned to my heads tied behind the chair. I was holding my pinky out and was forcing a small smile. He smiled slightly and walked over to my hands. "Pinky promise?"

"Y-yes I pinky promise" I spoke as he put his pinky with mine. I was relieved until I felt him twist my finger and pull it backwards, causing a loud crack. "Aughhh!" I shouted in pain and cried out as he walked back over to me.

"That's for talking yesterday" he smiled before he shoved the water bottle in my lap, doing the same to Miranda before putting a straw in each of them. He slammed the door on the way out as I cried. I heard Miranda chugging the drink so I decided to stop her.

"Don't drink it all. We need to save some in case he doesn't give us more for awhile" I whispered, holding back more cries.

"Are you okay? Is your finger broken?" She ignored my statement. I felt the throbbing and pain get worse as my focus was drawn to it.

"Yes" I cried silently, letting the tears fall. It was quiet again. I felt darkness slowly take over my body before I went limp and passed out.

Clays POV

"Guys do you want to go to the fair?" I heard nick skip into the living room from the kitchen. I was playing flappy bird on my phone (rip) and George was watching tv.

"Duh! That sounds fun" George smiled and I nodded in agreement. "What about Deena? Clay text and ask if she wants to come!" He smiled and I smiled back, opening up our messages.

Do you want to come to the fair with me and the guys tonight?
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"Uh" I was confused. Was her phone just turned off? Did she block me. "It failed to send?" I showed them both my phone and they immediately ripped theirs out, texting her.

"Same here" nick showing his phone almost two seconds later.

"Me too" George leaned forward, putting his arms on his knees, getting focused. We all looked at each other confused. "Did she block us?" George sounded quiet and sad.

"Her friend was upset she was hanging out with us and not her?" Nick suggested, causing George to seem even more sad.

"She wouldn't do that she's too nice to just block us. Try discord" I stated before running to my computer and opening discord. She was offline but she hadn't blocked me. I sent her a quick message and it sent. I ran back into the living room. "She didn't block me on there"

"Us either" nick was confused as to why it was a big deal, but she's always on her phone and is quick to answer.

"It's not like she's asleep she's an early bird" George spoke up. "I mean she woke up at like 7 yesterday."

"Yes and you know that because you were probably latched onto her" nicked laughed and George furrowed his eyes brows.

"No I was actually on the other side of the bed? What do you mean? Oh I am a cuddly person aren't I?"George laughed. They're conversation was in the background as I focused on trying to get in contact with Deena. I checked every social media and it all went through.

"Her phone's off" I stated quickly. They're heads turned to me and both gave me a questioning look. "Her text messages aren't going through because her phone is off, that's why messages are going through everywhere else"

"So you can't even check her location?" Nick sighed. I nodded and huffed. "Maybe it just died"

"Yeah maybe she just forgot to charge it" George smiled. I nodded and decided to wait a little bit to see it it turned back on. We watched stranger things and finished season two. It was now 8:53 pm, and no text back.

"I'm gonna call her" I huffed and opened her contact once again.

"Put it on speaker" nick added as he paused the show. I clicked 'call' and hit speaker. It rang once before we heard a noise.

"Deena?" George was quick to ask before we were interrupted.

"Hey! It's Deena! I'm sorry but I can't get to the phone right now! I'll call you back I pinky promise!" Her laugh was cut off by a beep.

"Text her one more time" nick huffed and I did.

69 is the funny number
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"Fuck" I groaned and threw my phone onto the coffee table. "I'm going to sleep." I stood up and made my way to my room.

"That's it? There's nothing else to try?" George looked sad when I turned around. I looked down and sighed.

"Maybe her phone is dead. She hasn't seen Miranda is forever. Maybe she's spending time with her" I smiled and shut the door, leaving all of us to go to sleep.

Deena's POV

This is not how I wanted to spend time with Miranda. Being locked up in a room? Hungry? Scared for your life? No. I woke up around ten minutes ago, apparently I passed out for hours. Miranda said the sun came up and went back down before I woke up. Mac hadn't been in the room, and she's been going crazy from the silence and darkness.

"What if he's sharpening a knife right now, just to use it on us" she spiked up and my head spun to her.

"Miranda. What?" I was worried about her.

"What could he be doing that is so quiet that we can't hear anything?"

"I don't know. Just on his phone?" I sighed and she did the same. Just as we stopped talking, he once again barged in and somehow Miranda was right.

He had a knife.