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S e v e n t y - s i x

Reese's POV

Days turns to weeks. Weeks turn to months. Months turns to years. Well maybe I'm over exaggerating but when your stuck in a black box with no windows, tied to a bed and gagged you lose all sense of normality.

People have always debated what the scariest thing in the world is. Spiders, small spaces, the dark, being alone? Well combine all those together and you can understand my situation. Yet I did this to myself.

I shouldn't have asked for help. It was all going good. Yeah I felt like I was trapped but now I'm actually trapped so I lose either way and trust me I would rather be trapped with humanisation around me than being tied down.

I have no idea how long I have been down here. All I know is Billie hasn't come back yet. The nauseous feeling creeps in again another side affect of the meds yet there's nothing that will happen. There's nothing in my stomach to throw up plus if I do then I would probably end up choking on it and dying.

I would rather have my death in someone else's hands. Like imagine on your tombstone 'death from throwing up and choking' like girlllllll.

In hindsight it has probably only been a couple of hours but when it's practically pitch black and your eyes are making shadows come to life then you have no idea how long you have been here.

Billie's POV

I just need to get my mind straight. Not that I'm doing anything wrong. Everyone's happy. I'm happy. My fans are happy. My family is happy. See everything is fine.

Driving home I see 3 cars on the drive. My moms, Finneas' and my dads. Obviously Reese's wasn't retrievable. I parked up and started heading to the house while crying. Oh how to cry on demand.

I walked in the house crying to see everyone sitting in the living room sat down. Finn had his head in his hands and my mom and dad were just sat there.

As I came in they all looked at my direction with a pitied look. "I'm so sorry billie" my mom said and I swear a second alter there was a knock on the door. Talk about a real life horror movie.

I answered the door to see a police officer standing there. A slight panic sinked in. It hasn't even been 4 hours yet and I have already been caught?

"Billie O'Connell" the man said with a serious toned expression.

I nodded then said "yes sir" while opening the door more letting him in.

"Reese Gray your girlfriend is missing. I understand that it might be upsetting to you but as part of the investigation we have to think that everyone is a suspect so can you tell me what you were doing between the hours of 3:30pm-7:00pm during the realisation of the disappearance of Reese Gray" We sat down around the sofa and pulled out a voice recorder and a note book ready for my response.

"I think it was like 2:30 when I got off the Instagram live and helped Reese to fall asleep by letting them lie on me. Then I think it was around 3 I arrived at my friend, Zoe's house which then my brother called me about 10-15 minutes ago telling me to come home because Reese ain't here" I explained while adding a few sniffles in here and there and he nodded a couple of times jotting down random notes in the book.

He left no longer that saying he's started a search party to try and find her. I just have to get them off my tail. The good thing about being famous is you can pay to get a lot more things or in this case out of a lot of things.

I called up my friend. Oh wait you might know him. Denzel. Yeah that's right he was never really stalking us.

"Yo D plan C"

"Nah not right now Bil I have a couple things I need to do here"

I cleared my throat directly down the phone "oh I'm sorry did I make it sound like you got an option. Plan C. You have the passport and you know what to do"

There's a slight sign on the other end of the phone which then agrees not that I was giving him a choice. Now that I know I'm a suspect I'm not going to leave the house until they are notified that 'Reese' left the country and I'm not that much of an idiot to call him on my phone I used one of my burner phones.

I opened up my emails seeing that I have the meet and greet tomorrow giving me a reason for having to leave the house. Which hopefully I can visit Reese to give her food and blame it on the classic LA traffic. If I'm 'keeping her hostage' like some might say, I may as well keep her alive.

The plan for tonight. To stay in with my parents, be distant then when it's time for bed go to Reese's room and curl up in on of her hoodies and cry loudly so they can hear me and feel sorry for me. 

Now you may think you psycho bitch. Well your right but that's a good thing about being a celebrity to the point that I've achieved. A lot of people will take your side no matter what.

In other words Plan C starts now.

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