Part 15 The Narrators POV

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She sat up against a concrete wall, hands still tied behind her back and legs tied together in front of her. He stood on the other side of the room leaning against the wall. They are caught in a staring contest.

He couldn’t look away out of obsession, she couldn’t out of fear.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked her. She stared at him with dead eyes and nodded her head once.

“Did you ever feel anything for me?”

“Once. Whatever I used to feel sure as hell is gone now.” She scoffed, keeping her eyes trained on the man before her. Inside she was shaking with fear but she’ll be damned if she lets this asshole see it.

“We used to be so good together, Y/n.” He walked over to her and tilted her face up with his finger tips.

“Yeah. We did. Until you fucked my friend and abandoned me in Miami.” He smirked and pulled his hand away.

“I've regretted it ever since Y/n.”

“Chase, the only thing you’ve ever regretted is not trying LSD when the guy from Cuba offered you some.” Chase barked a laugh.

“Goodnight Y/n, we have a lotta catching up to do. See ya tomorrow.”

“Chase wait! You can’t just keep my lockup in here!” He slammed the door behind him.”FUCK YOU CHASE.”

Y/n leaned her head against the wall. She huffed and squirmed in her bindings. Of course it was her ex that kidnapped her. Not just her ex her fucking psycho toxic ex from high school. She should’ve known he’d catch up with her one day.

I hope the boys are ok She thought.



In fact the boys are not ok. Nick has been binge eating, Chris has become neurotic, and Matt just doesn’t sleep anymore. They haven't filmed any videos since Y/n disappeared, and don't bother checking any social media. Whenever one of their phones dinged with a new notification they prayed it was the police. Instead it was always just a new follower.
For once they were disappointed by it.

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