She's No Longer With The Band

Nine.

Nate's Point of View:

The bulky chains knocked against each other as I kept my eyes glued to her.

She was waking up.

She tried to bring her hands to her face to wake herself up some more, but since she was so tired, and since the chains were so heavy, she gave up halfway to her face.

Instead she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and then blinked a few times, trying to aware herself of her surroundings. I reached back and flicked on the harsh lights and heard a loud groan escape her lips. When I turned back around, her head was hanging down, dark thick curls covering her face.

"Where am I?" She muttered wearily to herself, blinking her long lashes a few times and looking up and around the room with her soft doe eyes.

Since she had just woken up, I got to see her actual eyes. Not her piercing siren like eyes that she's putting on for the rest of the world to see. I missed her real eyes, I miss the real her.

But I created this version of her. So I can only blame myself.

She looked up fully and was trying to make me out. She was trying to see who I was, and why I had trapped her here. Since she was doing a mission last night, she didn't put any makeup on the scar because that's her gimmick sort of thing. I've figured out that when she does these missions she doesn't cover up the scar. I'm proud of her for taking a step in allowing herself to wear it proudly, and not care what others think, even if only a few people can see it. Nevertheless, I was able to see the pink deep scar across her cheek.

She winced and sucked in a pained breath of air as she reached down to touch her hip gingerly. I had cleaned and bandaged the wound, obviously. However that was probably a rough shot to take, it knocked her out cold.

I carried her back to the truck and then we drove her here instantly. You might find me insane for having kidnapped her and all, but I'm obviously not going to force her to stay here. I'm going to explain things since she refuses to talk to me in any other way. For instance, you could just view this as... as me helping her out in a way.

I dragged the metal chair from where I had been sitting in the corner of the room. It made an uncomfortable noise as it scraped across the pavement below us. Her face scrunched up as the noise burned in our ears, and I spun the chair around so that it was facing her and I was a foot away from her.

I leaned forwards on the chair, elbows digging into my thighs as I looked down at her with stern eyes. She continued to blink tiredly, now becoming very aware of her surroundings. When she had caught me in her vision, she backed away and then sat up more, her back somewhat slouched against the brick wall.

I leaned forwards more, interlocking my fingers with each other. "I know you hate me but we have to talk,"

She didn't reply right away. She just continued to blink and try to make out my face.

As if a lightbulb had gone off in her brain, her face hardened. "Nate?" She questioned as her eyes widened more, now realizing what had happened. She had a hand over her eyes, as if to shield them from the harsh light above us. It was really bright, considering just how dark the room is when there are no lights.

She looked around the small room, sitting up more as a sense of fear took over her. God no, that's not what I wanted. I didn't want to scare her, but I mean I can't really blame her. I literally put her to sleep with a needle, kidnapped her, and then took her to this strange cell and she has no idea what the fuck is going on. She doesn't even know that we're in Jackson's creepy storage closet in his basement right now.

Looking around the small room she sputtered. "What so you drugged me and kidnapped me?" She shook her head vehemently before bringing her eyes to mine. "You're obsessed with me," She said in a weak gasp as if it were a realization.