Outside, my wobbly heels clonked through the exit into the cool night air and the cobbled back street. I was struggling to keep my balance, having to hold onto Tyler for support. He was tipsy himself, but not as bad as me. I didn't think I'd drank that much, I must've had more shots than I realised.
"So, err, where... where exactly are we... going?" I hiccuped and struggled to get the sentence out. I peered up at him drunkenly and he smirked.
"You'll see, Emily."
I grinned up at his two heads.
I had no idea what was coming...
"So, it's a..." I stopped mid-sentence as my phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out to see four very panicked messages from Isabel.
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Iz: Emily!!!
Iz: Please don't leave!!!
Iz: Don't go with him!!!
Iz: It's a TRAP!
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Despite my inebriated state, confusion and disbelief washed over me. I stared at my phone screen in shock, but I was too drunk to understand what she was talking about.
"Has your friend finally got back to you?"
I stared up at him, unsure of what to say. I should've told him the truth and gone back inside the club, but I lied. I reluctantly shook my head.
"Err, no... it's a random number."
To my surprise, he nodded, seeming to believe me, and continued walking. We carried on down the back streets, making left and right turns onto more back streets, when he finally led me into a tight alleyway at the back of a warehouse.
I just followed him mindlessly at this point, and ran a hand through my hair in bewilderment, still trying to make sense of Isabel's texts.
'Is she actually serious? What trap?'
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"Oh, Jack."
I peered up from my phone when another man approached us. Tyler seemed to know him by name.
The realisation hit me as I remembered the guy from earlier, the one who I had seen standing at the back corner of the club.
It was him.
"Ty," he replied, giving Tyler a short nod.
He gave the man a small smile before spinning back around to me.
"Emily, this is Jack, a close friend of mine."
I could feel his harsh gaze on me just like before. I avoided eye contact and managed to murmur a hey.
"Where's Dylan and Nate?" Tyler turned back to the other.
I didn't like it. Something told me I should run, but my feet remained glued to the ground. I couldn't even feel my legs. I swear, at this point, it was probably only muscle memory that was keeping me upright.
The other man had dark burgundy hair and intense brown eyes. He was intimidating.
He scoffed at Tyler's remark and said,
"Late, Boss."
'Boss? Did I hear that right?'
Tyler clicked his tongue and frowned, rubbing his temples with his fingers. He seemed frustrated. They moved closer to each other and started a tense conversation that I couldn't overhear.
I took the opportunity to look back at my phone and decided to text Iz back.
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Me: What do u mean?
Iz: OH MY GOD! Thank fuck you're okay!
Me: Ofc I am
Iz: Where are you?
Me: Outside with this guy
Iz: Jesus Emily! You need to listen to me!
Iz: You need to get away from him now!
Iz: You need to run!
Iz: He's not who you think he is!
Iz: They are dangerous!
Iz: It's a trap!
Me: Jesus calm down
Me: Who r u talking about?
Iz: JACK EVANS!
Me: Jack? He's here talking to Tyler
Iz: NOOO! FUCK EMILY YOU NEED TO RUN NOW!!!
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"Emily, is that number bothering you again?"
His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I was scared. But I still didn't fully understand what she meant. I should've known.
I glanced down at my phone trying to think of an excuse.
"Err, yeah... I've just blocked them."
I needed to escape.
"You know, I'm starting to feel a bit sick... I think I'm gonna go home now."
He pouted and frowned, taking a step towards me. I stepped backwards.
"Really? But the night's only just begun, sweetheart."
He was starting to scare me.
"Yeah, I just... I don't feel too good. I wanna go home now... sorry."
I took another step back and he took another step forward. Cold dark eyes stared back at me. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"At least allow me to drive you home, then."
I slowly shook my head and politely apologised.
"No, honestly, it's okay, I'll just call a taxi."
I turned away from them to try to leave, but Tyler continued, his voice now louder and more persistent.
"There's a lot of bad people in these streets, darling. I insist..."
I hesitated.
As I turned back around, I was met with his face just inches from me, grinning creepily and dark eyes glaring into mine.
I froze, now visibly frightened.
My breathing quickened, my eyes wide, and I gulped. I glanced behind him momentarily to see Jack shuffling something in his hands.
"Jack... get her."
My eyes widened, my instincts finally kicking in.
But it was too late, the events had set into motion and there was no way to escape now.
I fucked up.
I darted and tried to run away but Jack was quicker. He forced his hand over my mouth as I thrashed my legs and kicked the ground in panic. I kicked backwards and managed to injure him, hearing a grunt as he let go of me.
I fell to the ground, stumbling, trying to get up, but Tyler was quick to pin me down.
He sniggered and clapped his hands, mocking me as if applauding my attempts.
"Silly little girl. What made you think you could escape, hmm?"
I lay flat on my stomach on the cold, grey, stone ground in the darkness.
I suddenly felt a surge of pain as he grabbed a handful of my hair and violently pulled my head backwards, arching my spine and causing excruciating pain. I let out a piercing scream and winced in pain.
He crouched down behind me, almost crushing my back under his weight, and tilted his head as our eyes locked in a chilling stare.
He looked like pure evil.
"Between you and me, Emily..."
He leaned in closer to my face, his hot breath burning my skin. All I could do was whimper helplessly beneath him like a pathetic little girl.
"I knew you'd be a fighter."
His mocking grin widened and my heart rate raced so fast I could hear it pumping in my ears.
My terror worsened as I noticed him pull his arm back above his head, hand outstretched.
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I don't remember anything else.
I was out cold.
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YOU ARE READING
Fear
RomanceIt's been five years since that fateful Friday night. I remember it like it was yesterday. Now look at me. If you'd told me five years ago that I'd be kidnapped and fall in love with my kidnapper, I would have laughed and said, "Don't be ridiculous...
