A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 25

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, I'm sure, because nausea was settling in again. The main issue I had was that there was duct tape over my mouth. So, really, even if I did have something to throw up in, I couldn't use it.

The tape was loosening, though, and I wondered if the puke would have enough force to peel it off a little. I never had much luck with choking it down, and I had a feeling this baby wouldn't allow me to choke it down forever.

My mind wandered to Bobby at that moment. He was probably still up. He was probably out trying to find me right now. He'd probably already called the police, and they probably already found my abandoned vehicle in the parking lot.

My mind went back to the issue at hand, and I wished for nothing more than for this to be a dream. I knew it wasn't, but I desperately wished it was as I choked down my vomit.

Eventually, I got back to sleep. I was sure no one else was getting a good night's sleep. Bobby wouldn't sleep until he found me, and my mom probably wanted to be looking too. She was probably put in charge of the boys, and I had a feeling Ness could already sense that something was wrong and he was being fussy.

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I woke up to a light. I looked up and, for the first time, saw the face of my kidnapper.

He had short blonde hair and some short whiskers. His eyes were piercingly blue, and he was about as tall as Bobby. He had a gun on his belt, and was dressed in all black.

"Did you have a good night?" he asked teasingly. "You know, you're already causing a big fuss out of everyone. People are panicking. They're trying to keep it away from the public as best as possible, but you know how bad Bobby is with paparazzi if you aren't there to coach him through it."

At the mention of his name, I could practically feel my eyes brighten.

"Oh, yeah. Do you miss him?" he asked teasingly.

I had never felt hatred for a person this quickly, but now I did. I truly hated this man standing before me. I hated how easily he talked about Bobby. How everything he said seemed to be him trying to hurt me.

"You probably need to pee," he said. "I hear that happens when you're pregnant."

He was right, I did need to pee really badly.

"C'mon then," he said. "Get up." With that he kicked me, as if that would help me get off the ground.

I took the blow of his foot and stood up. He turned me around roughly and walked me out of the little room I was in. He untied my hands and I rubbed at my wrists.

"Bathroom's here," he said, bringing me to a room. "You better get everything out because we're going on a long trip today."

If I wasn't so afraid to make a sound, I would have burst out with questions.

I peed quickly and looked in the mirror as I washed my hands. I already looked beat up and broken. I ignored my appearance and opened the door to find him standing there waiting.

He grabbed me roughly and turned me around, tying my hands up again.

"You're a good little one, aren't you?" he asked. "Haven't made a sound."

I held back the urge to roll my eyes knowing he wasn't afraid to hurt me.

He brought me up some stairs and I saw a water bottle come into view.

"If I take your tape off, you won't scream, right?" he asked.

I nodded eagerly, not realizing how thirsty I was until that moment.

He took off the tape and it was quite painful. I shrugged off the pain and he took the cap off the water bottle.

He placed the bottle at my lips and I opened them. He gave me as much water as he wanted and took the bottle away. He put the cap back on and patted the tape back down.

"Now, before we leave I want to have a little fun," he said. I thought the only time I'd hear someone say that in such a creepy way was when watching horror films or crime shows, but I was obviously wrong.

I had no way of protesting as his hand traveled up under my shirt. I tried backing away, but his other hand held me there tightly.

His hand moved under my bra and he started pulling at my nipples. I started whimpering against the tape, wanting him to stop.

"Okay, I can save the rest for later," he said. "Once we're really alone."

The rest? Once we're really alone? I thought I would break down crying, but I didn't know what happened for a moment. Then everything went black.

I woke up in the back of a car, hands still tied and mouth still taped.

The car came to a hard stop and I hit my head a little on the door of the car. I immediately started praying as I had last night.

My stomach gurgled. All I'd had today was that water, which I'm sure was drugged. I wouldn't just blackout from nothing.

"Someone's hungry," I heard his voice. "How's that baby feeling?"

I wanted to kill him for speaking so freely about the people I loved so much. At least he hadn't brought up the boys.

The car came to another halt and he shut it off.

"You're gonna stay in here. You're gonna be quiet, and I'm gonna get you some food. Don't worry, we'll stop somewhere soon so you can pee. Then we'll switch vehicles and keep going," he said.

He covered me with a blanket so if anyone looked in the windows they wouldn't see me. He then left the vehicle and I waited a minute before trying to scream.

It was already muffled from the tape, and I was sure no one could hear me outside of this car. I eventually shut up, hoping he wasn't close enough to hear. I was sure he'd punish me in some way for making noise.

He came back in and sat in the back. He pulled me up to a sitting position and shut the door behind him.

"If I take off your tape, you aren't going to scream, right?"

I nodded again.

He took the tape off and I wasn't sure if I should scream or not. Surely someone would hear me, right? But would he kill them if they tried to help? Would he kill me for making noise?

He pushed a small bit of a burger into my mouth and put a straw up to it. I drank some pop and he fed me my burger, mostly in silence.

"You don't talk much, huh?"

I was silent.

"What, do you feel like you don't know me well enough?" he asked.

I continued eating the bits of burger he was giving me.

He finally gave up on talking to me and put the soda up to my mouth again. I had one last drink of it and he put the tape back over my mouth.

"Don't get too comfortable. We're only gonna be going for a few more miles before we switch vehicles and have a bathroom break," he said.

I hoped again that it was a nightmare even though I knew it wasn't. I hoped they'd find me soon. I hoped they'd find me even in the new vehicle we were gonna be in, and I hoped this next destination wasn't as bad as my imagination was making it.

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Author's Note:
Sorry this post took so long! I tried to publish it this morning, but wattpad was bring really mean to me.

Anyway, today is my meeting Grimmie anniversary! So that's exciting.... that was a great day. Even though all I could say was "That shirt is really soft." 😂😂😂

ANYWAY, I love you guys! Votes & comments are greatly appreciated :)

- thatsmyswift xx