direct messaging luke hemmings

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I screamed, the sound being muffled soon after by a hand over my mouth.
I quickly turned around to see Brady, my ex.
Where was Luke? Did he just leave me? Or was he taken to.
Questions were buzzing through my head, until I was thrown into the back of what seemed to be a van.
Brady tied my arms together, duck taping my mouth as well.
Brady slammed the cars trunk shut, making sure to tell me something first. "You shouldn't have left me, babe."
I started to tear up, closing my eyes for a moment, please help me, anyone.
When I opened my eyes, I looked to my side, seeing another girl, who seemed to be younger than me, maybe 15. She had tears in her eyes, I looked down at myself seeing my arms had been tied, then my eyes widened.
My legs weren't tied. They forgot to tie my legs.
I checked to see if they had taken my phone, reaching slightly, as I was only able to move a few inches.
I winced at the rope rubbing against my skin.
I felt cold metal, grabbing it and pulling.
My phone came up in my hands, I smiled, as much as I could at least.
Idiots.
I looked back to the girl, who was still terrified, she looked at me, her eyes widening.
I dialed the numbers on my phone, 9-1-1, then stopped after suddenly realizing my mouth was fucking duct taped shut, my hands tied.
I couldn't even hold the phone to my ear.
I sighed, the phone going black after I had turned it off.
I'm so stupid.