Follow Me |e.d.|

chapter seven

-Blair pov-

The past few days have just been the same routine. Ethan brings me food, I eat, draw, sleep, and stare at the door planning my escape. Repeat. I miss Bryce and Malory so much.

I would give anything to know what Bryce has to do with me being here. Or to tell Malory how hot Ethan is.

Clearly my priorities are off.

Ethan doesn't say much now, he just drops food off and asks if I need anything.

And no, he won't give me my phone.

I got to the point where I was so bored that I started drawing him. So every time he would come to my room I would study his face—memorize it and then draw for hours and hours.

I used to draw a lot when I was younger, it was nice to be able to bring back a passion I had.

It was...coming along.

And it also concealed the map that I had secretly drawn into his face. If they find the sketchbook they'll just think I'm obsessed with Ethan, not that the random lines through his face aren't mistakes but me trying to map out the warehouse.

I can only guess that it's been about two weeks since I was taken. Two weeks felt like two years.

I was sitting in my bed—working on Ethan's hair in my drawing, when there was a knock on my door.

I slammed my sketchbook closed, and stood up.

I looked at my watch, dinner wasn't for a few hours, why would Ethan be here now?

"Come in," I called out.

The door opened and a red-haired girl wearing all black walked in.

She smirked, looking me up and down.
"So this is the famous Blair, huh?"

I stiffened.

She chuckled. "We haven't met yet, I'm Freya."

I looked her up and down, acknowledging her.

She looked around my room. "Huh, it's not fun in here, is it?"

I didn't say anything.

She snorted. "Come on, let's go get you some fresh air."

I followed her out of the room, wondering what was going on, but also mentally trying to remember everything for my map.

Freya started talking. "See, even though we're the second biggest branch, we have the fewest amount of girls, so we have to stick together."

What was she talking about?

She continued. "I know you have been locked up in that tiny room for a while, but Jace thinks you can be let out as long as someone is with you, and you don't cause any trouble."

"Wait, what about Ethan?" I asked.

Freya turned around. "Oh! So she does speak!"

She put her hands on her hips, studying me. She finally said, "Don't get to attached, he's not going to be here for much longer."

She turned around, signaling that the conversation was over.

I followed her down another hallway thinking about what she said about Ethan.

We walked into another room and all of my Ethan thoughts disappeared.

The room had a couple couches, flatscreen tv, a small kitchenette, and a table and chairs. Four girls were sitting on the couches.

One girl stood up, she had dark skin and thick curly hair.

She glanced at me before turning to Freya. "So this is the girl?"

She had a cool accent, maybe Australian?

Freya nodded.

Accent chick looked at me for a few seconds before smiling. "Welcome to the gang, I'm Ivy."

She pointed to the blond behind her. "Quinn," she pointed to the brunette. "Kinsley," and she pointed to the light brown. "And Embry."

They all were wearing black like Freya.

Ivy led me and Freya over to the couches, we sat down.

Ivy leaned forward. "Now, Blair it's time to tell you everything."

*Few hours later*

-Ethan pov-

"Like—like what?" I muttered to myself. "It's not like anything it's just—." I threw my pen across the room, it's hard to write when someone is on my mind.

Grayson came walking in. "Are you okay?"

"Yes."

He gave me a worried look. "I have to go do a job, will you be okay on your own—."

"I'm fine Grayson, I'm not two."

"Okay." He left the room.

I sighed and put my head in my hands.

"Oh, Blair can't you just get out of my head—."

I stood up to retrieve my pen when I heard a ear-piercing scream come from outside my room.