Adopted by The Pack

Chapter 50 *Edited*

Courtney's POV

I was in a dark concrete room that looked like a basement. It was all quiet, when suddenly the noise struck. Ear piercing screams of terror filled the room, and I tried to stand up and run towards the noise, but I was pulled back down by the ropes restraining me.

"HELP ME! PLEASE! COURTNEY I NEED YOU HELP ME! COURTNEY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SAVE ME! SAVE ME!" the familiar voice screamed desperately.

"IM COMING!" I screamed and broke the ropes.

Dashing towards the voice, I saw a trail of blood. The screams had stopped causing me to run even faster.

Then the blood trail ended, and I saw a bloody body. I slowly walked over and put my fingers to the girl's neck, feeling for a pulse. Nothing. The person was dead.

But as I took my hands away quickly, I made the the face turn, and as I saw it, my face filled with horror and shock.

I quickly gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. That bloody and dead person,

Was Millie.

I bolt up gasping and see everyone looking at me, extremely worried and concerned.

"Are you okay!? You were screaming." Lachlan asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Yah," I say in between gasps, "just a nightmare."

"Well were here. Lets go eat." Millie says.

Shaking, I slowly get out of the car. We were at a pizza place. The boys could tell I was shaken up, after all it was pretty obvious. We ate our pizza then left the restaurant and started driving back home.

Once we got home, I dashed up to my room and closed the door. Grabbing my hidden red notebook, I flipped through the pages of drawings representing my feelings till I finally found a blank page.

I reached for my red pencil, grabbed it, sat down on my bed, then started drawing.

blood.

Millie.

death.

nightmares.

kidnappers.

sadness

crying

me.

pills.

razor.

my thoughts.

All those things filled my page, and as I was looking at my work, someone snatched the notebook out of my hands. I looked up to see who took it and saw Mitch there, eyes wide, looking at what I had drawn.

But instead of the scolding I was expecting, he hugged me. I hugged back, and Mitch asked, "Courtney what's going on? After that nightmare you've been so shaken up."

I just sighed. My mind was still debating on whether or not to tell everyone.

When I looked up, my eyes locked with Mitch's, which were filled with concern.

"It's nothing. I promise." I say, and fake a smile.

Mitch looks at me, unconvinced. "This isn't nothing."

"I swear Mitch, I'm okay. Seriously, there's no need to worry." I smile once more at him.'

Mitch smiles too and says, "Okay. I'm just worried. Call me if you wanna talk."

Then he hands me my notebook and leaves the room. I silently sigh with relief and get up off my bed.

My guitar was in the corner of the room. I walked over to it and picked it up. I look at it and slowly start to play the acoustic version of one of my favorite songs. This continued for the next half an hour. Once I was tired of playing, and my mind was cleared, I opened the door and walked downstairs. The pack was sat in the living room, but Millie wasn't.

"Where's Millie?" I asked curiously, and the pack stopped what they were doing.

"I thought she was upstairs with you!?" Jerome turned, eyes wide.

"No...she's not even in her room. I'll text her." I spoke quickly and pulled out my phone, texting Millie.

Anxiously, I waited for a reply, when suddenly Millie responded saying she was at the park.

"She's at the park. I'm gonna go get her okay?" I asked.

"Okay. But stay safe and make sure you have your phone with you. We don't want you to get hurt." Rob reminded me, and I nodded, rushing out the door to the park.