[REPUBLISH] Out of His League (Scout x Reader)

INTEROGATION

Last time on Out of His League

(Y/N)'S 1ST P.O.V

'White room-..?..' I thought to myself, my heart was racing. I was trying so hard not to make any sudden moves. Hearing the high heeled footsteps exit the room. Soon enough I heard a metal cart being rolled over to me, as my ankle shifted a bit. 'Fuck-.. What the hell is gonna happen to me-?!' I thought as my I felt my heart beating out of my chest.

I felt a sharp prick in my upper arm, through my shirt, and soon a hot burning sensation ran through my arms. I wanted to scream out so bad, but as soon as I wanted to scream, I could feel my body turning numb. I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness once again, painfully and slowly again.

'Jer...emy..' I thought before finally succumbing to the sedative that was given to me.. before it all went black. 

Currently on Out of His League (Jeremy's 1st P.O.V) 

I had woken up as per usual. I was assuming that (Y/N) was doing her usual routine. I picked up my phone, sending a text to her phone. 

[ Good Morning, beautiful. I hope you had an amazing sleep] 9:30 AM. 

I put my phone back into my pocket, and decided to pull out my laptop to get some kind of work done. I managed to find a simple work-from-home job, that doesn't require much effort. I can work minimal hours, and still live a rather relaxed life. 

As the hours went by, I realized that (Y/N) hasn't texted me back. I glanced toward the clock, as worry washed over my facial expression. My blue eyes showed a bit of concern as I saw that it was now roughly around 2:00 PM. 

I picked up my phone, and started calling her. No answer. I started to worry even more, before I continued to call her. 53 times. And not one answer. I didn't want to panic. That was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. Even though I was definitely panicking on the inside. I began contacting her sister. 

"Uh-.. F-Francine-.!? Have you heard from (Y/N) today?.." I asked quickly. My heart sunk so far into the pit of my stomach, once I heard the "no" from her lips. "I-.. I don't know where she could be-.. She hasn't texted me-.. or called- I called her like 50 times.. and she didn't answer." 

Francine rubbed her chin, but waved it off. "She's probably taking a nap-.. You're worrying a bit-.." She tried to reassure him. Hopefully it would work. 

I couldn't take that answer. There was a gut feeling- that something bad was happening. I shook my head. "..I'm gonna find her." I muttered out before hanging up. 

(Jeremy's 3rd P.O.V) 
 
He hurried out of the living room, up the stairs to grab a backpack, with some supplies. Jeremy grabbed his keys and hurried out of his home. Pulling his phone out, making a couple of quick calls. "...Oi-.. Kiwi-.. We got a big problem. Grab Doc, Heavy and everyone else-.. Meet me at.. the Capital." Jeremy demanded as he hung up the phone, and waved down a taxi, to take him to the airport. 

Mundee heard the call, and the desperation in his voice. "I'll get 'em there...Ey Jer'.. We'll find her." He said in reassurance to keep him somewhat grounded, before hanging up to get the others contacted to get them to where Jeremy wants them to be. 


(Y/N's 3rd P.OV.) 

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly opened. It was indeed a 'white' room. White ceilings, white walls. Even a white door. She was even dressed in white clothes. Her body shivered at the thought of someone undressing her, and she clenched her arms. Then realized, there was no sore feeling, other than the feeling of the shot area on her arm. "..I wonder-.. what they're gonna do to me-.." She muttered under her breath. 

Soon enough, the sound of the large, white metal door unlocking rang through the room. (Y/N)'s head turned her head toward the door, and she saw a woman walk into the room. She was a pale-skinned woman, who seemed like she skipped a couple meals a couple times. Her hair was black and about shoulder-length. Though on the middle-portion of her hair was a skunk-trail of white hair. This woman wore purple earrings, and a purple blazer and pencil skirt to match. On her feet were some 3-inch black heels. As she entered into the room, it started to slowly smell like cigarette smoke. As if she had just came in from a smoke-break. 

"Hello~" Her slightly raspy voice came from her lips. She seemed to be excited that (Y/N) was there. "I hope you're not too scared-.. I'd love for you to comply reasonably-.. I'd hate to have to hurt you" The woman spoke as she put her hands on her hips as she walked towards the bed that (Y/N) had woken up on-top of. "Now-.. Come." She said holding her hand out, and turned to motion toward a white desk, with two white chairs, one on either side. "..There's some questions I'd love for you to answer." She said, as she started to walk over to the desk to sit down.