Untold // C.D.

•chapter 37•

(Megan's POV)
we drove for about 45 minutes, then Nash stopped at an old wood shed.

Nash handed me a walkie-talkie.

"OK. since Presley is like phsyco, she probably hid them in like some cliche area. just find him. and if you do, call me on the walkie and we can beat him up together. let him know how Avery feels,"

i nodded. now that i think about it, Avery probably didn't want to come just to see the love of her life get beat up. she still cared about him.

a lot.

"alright. were all set now. and what ever you do, just try to avoid getting shot,"

with that command from him, we got out of is truck. i noticed a small attic window at the very top of the building.

an attic

as soon as we got in the building, we were trying to be quiet. we went separate ways and i found a later against the wall that lead to a hole in the ceiling.

bingo

as soon as i got up there, i say a practically naked woman, Presley, wear the same clothes she was in the video.

the clothes brought a certain rage into me. i walked over to her and with all the force i had i kicked the side of her stomach. i kicked it hard too.

she rolled over, and i could see that she had been already struggling. her nose was bleeding and she had her hand over her entire face.

"i already told you! I'm sorry that i broke you guys up! just please stop!" she pleaded.

"what the fuck?" i asked, shocked. I've never seen her so weak before.

"wait who is that?" she asked in an extremely sassy voice.

there's the Presley i know.

"what happened to you?" i sounded more Stern than i meant to sound. i surprised myself. 

"Cameron beat me up after i told him about the video and left. now who is that!"

"ill tell you in a second. but wait a minute, he didn't know about the video?" i asked in shock.

"no he didn't. you should actually see Cameron when hes high. its actually really funny," hold the fuck up he was high?!

"what did you fed him?!" i needed answers.

"i forced him to do coco and waited until he was really out of it to film the video," well that makes a whole lot of sense. shit! i forgot to call Nash.

i get the radio out of my pocket and hit the button.

"i got Presley. go to the back wall on my side and climb up the ladder. shes up here and i already got lot of answers," i slip the walkie-talkie back into the back pocket of my jeans.

not even a minute later, Nash made his way to the attic.

"so it turns out that cam didn't even know the video was made. he was high. this bitch drugged him up and made a porn video. she told him and he beat her up and left,"

"oh my god," he said hesitantly.

"so hes basically roaming the streets looking for home," i stated. he pulled out his phone."

"im calling the cops" he said.

"oh my lord please no!" Presley begged from the floor.

nash ignored her, and just called them anyways.a few minutes later there were here.

"awh look presley theres your ride," he said. i snickered. he knows how to make the best in any situation. the cops came up the ladder and had presley in handcuffs.

after they had all left and thanked us for tellin them and blah, blah, blah, we were off to find camereon.

for real this time. LM