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saving nadia

DEVONS POV

absolutely fucking feral is how i feel right now. I'm going fucking mad. I have calling all the restaurants i can find asking if there is a reservation under farrah or nadia but i haven't had any fucking luck.

I'm back at my apartment and im gonna murder someone. I will murder whoever lays a finger on her.

Logical thinking is not an option right now. I'm thinking that i will tear through this entire city until i find her.

panic bubbles in my chest the longer i think about it. If i think too hard about it i cry so i don't think. I don't think about the fact that she's probably dead, or hurt. I don't think about how i could never hear from her again. I don't think about how the last words we exchanged was words of anger and pain and hurt.

A tear slips down my cheek and let my eyes gently shut.

oh nadia, what has she gotten herself into?

My phone lights up on the table and i leap for it. I flip it open and it's a message

it's nadia, please help me
4573 King st West

Without even thinking i grab my shit and dash out my apartment. It's a 15 minute drive from my apartment and i miraculously make it in 8.

I didn't even take the time to text back. I drive safely enough that i don't manage to get pulled over but also fast enough that i'm definitely breaking laws. The building I pull up to is a very bland looking brick building labelled Elliot's Books. It looks musty and old and what would she be doing here? 

I call the number from the text and it gets declined right away. I huff to myself cursing silently before shoving my phone into my pocket and making my way up to the door. Its frosted over and I get his awful feeling in my stomach. What happens if i walk in and find her bleeding out or dead? 

making sure i arm myself with my gun, I cautiously push the door open. 

I quietly question 

"nadia? Are you here?"

Looking around it seems like a regular old book shop. Dusty shelves, outdated books, and capetting that smells like grandmas closet. I walk with my gun pointed in front of me. I feel like a character in a horror movie looking for the killer when I should be running in the opposite direction. 

Checking all the rows of shelves, I search up and down for her but shes nowhere to be seen. 

Theres a small glow of a light coming from what looks to be a back office. I rush towards it and I creek the door open with my heart thundering in my chest. 

"its about time. I thought she loved you?" 

my stomach sinks. I remember that voice. When i enter through the door, its the thing i feared the most. Jackson. 

I point my gun in his direction as i fully enter. 

I realize he was talking to nadia. This office is lined with bookshelves and has a office desk and chair on the left side. On the right is a couch where he sits. My gut says shoot him. End it all now. But thats not an option. 

He is lounging on the couch, his ankle resting on his knee and his body turned towards me at the door. My heart just about shatters in my chest when I see that he has nadia. Shes laying unconcious on the couch, her head resting on his lap. Her face is tilted towards me and she looks like shes in a deep slumber but i know this guys motive. He's probably drugged her even more than he did to me that day. 

A blank expression paints her face and her lips hang open slightly. If it werent for the slight rise and fall of her chest i would assume hes holding her corpse.