Creating My Dreams•A BYE Fanfic

Chapter 44

*short update*

Riley's POV:

I never knew how much one persons presence could mean to me. Even as I sit here in god knows where freezing cold but sweating at the same time. There's a light in the corner but at the same time I feel like I'm surrounded by darkness. Its like everything's altered in here.

I should be worried about myself. Worried about how the chains holding my wrists up are digging so deep into my skin that I want to cry. But I'm not. Not when I can see her across from me in the same situation as I'm in.

Its like the light from the corner is only shining on her. Like its a spotlight and she's the main act. Maybe whoever's doing this to us did that for a reason. Maybe because she just so happens to look 'not bad' sitting there in a sports bra. But at least I don't go and say it out loud like that one guy did. I seriously wanted to hurt him. But of course I couldn't.

I want to hurt every single person who comes down these steps. They come and go every ten or fifteen minutes and its getting really annoying. I can't do anything to break myself free in that amount of time. And even if I did, they would just tighten the chains even tighter.

So I have nothing else to do but wait. Physically I've given up, but mentally I haven't. I don't have a plan but I believe we'll be out of here soon... Hopefully.

In the mean time I've used Grace's presence for the best of me. I've gotten to know her so much more, which is weird considering the situation were in, but I actually love talking with her.

We've reached about every topic. About how we got into what were in today, me being the band and her being a top travel volleyball team, about our obsession with Starbucks and how much we miss it. But most of all, we complain a lot. All of the time about the same things. How none of this makes sense, why were here, why they took our shirts. Stupid crap like that. And with all this time I did end up telling her about our trip to Mr. Smith's.

She was just telling me about the time her and sam found out that she won the fight to tour contest and how nervous sam was about it that she couldn't drive a car or leave her house, but then the only source of light we had was blocked off.

"Riley..." She whispers with a shaky voice.

"Shh, its okay. Stay quiet." I tell her. "We're fine..." I say that more for myself though.

We sit there for a few moments in silence, and when I think that everything's back to "normal", we hear a set of footsteps walk down the stairs and walk into the room were in. The person has a flashlight and he shines it around the room. First to the back wall, then right to me, then left to grace, where the light stops and stays.

The man takes a few steps toward her and by the time he reaches her I know what he's doing.

"Hey, leave her alone...!" I say. But he ignores me. He keeps playing with the chains above her holding her wrists. Then they break lose and her hands are free. I see her try and crawl away but she's too weak and too slow for this guy.

He grabs her arm and yanks her up. I hear a cry out of her, not from fear but from pain. "Hey let her go! What are you doing!?" I yank on the chains as hard as I can, not even bothering with the excruciating pain.

"Riley!"

And that's the last thing I hear out of her before she's taken upstairs.