Behind Bars: The price of Love.

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Heather's Pov:

I'm walking down a long hallway with Duncan's arms straddled around my waist. Sure Duncan's hot, but if this happens, am I really getting any further with Alejandro?

"Duncan I've really got to go" I say.

"What? Why?" He complains.

"My mom called saying she needs help with something" I lie.

"Fuck her. You and I are about to have the greatest sex of our lives!" He exclaims.

"As great as the idea sounds, I've genuinely got to go" I lie again.

"Fine. But it's gonna happen eventually" he says, laying a rough kiss on my lips. I finally pull away, breathing for any possible air left in this hallway.

"Bye Duncan" I say before turning around.

"Goodbye princess" he replies as I was out of the room.

"Hey Heath! Where have you been?" Bridgette asks.

"Oh just in the bathroom. I've got to go now but this has been an amazing party. Thanks for inviting me" I say hugging her.

"Aww, of course! That's what friends are for" she says embracing me in the hug.

"Bye Bridge" I say flashing her a smile.

"See ya Heath" she says, returning one back to me.

I walk out of the front door back to the front of the house. Duncan's a good kisser but nothing comes close to Alejandro's. Speaking of him, I should text him.

H: Alejandro?

A: Yes?

H: Can you come pick me up? I'm at Bridgette's house.

A: Sure Heather, what's the address?

What the fuck? Alejandro never calls me by my name. Something's off.

H: 164 Cavana ave.

A: Alright. I'm on my way.

H: Sounds good.

I put my phone back in my pocket and wait patiently until he shows up. But I swear that's not him, right? He always calls me some stupid nickname like mi amor, or mi Hermosa. He rarely calls me by my actual name. I wait until a black van pulls up to the front of the house. Out walks, wait. That's not Alejandro? That's, Ivan?

"Ivan where is Alejandro?" I ask worriedly.

"Oh, you'll see" he replies.

I turn around, and try to head back in the house, but I'm met with a hand covering my mouth, and I'm being dragged towards the van. I'm gasping for any possible air as the person's hand grasps tighter onto my face. I try to take one final breath, yet nothing comes out, and everything goes black.

I wake up inside a building, brick walls all around, enclosing me in an empty room. There's a white door, with chipped wood hanging off and part of the corner is wrecked. There's a bed that looks like it came straight from an insane asylum, and a T.V in the middle of the right hand wall. I try standing up but I quickly fall over. Looking down, I see that I've got ropes both around my wrists and my ankles. There's no going anywhere without something sharp to cut me free of this mess. I hear the door unlocking, and speedily sit back down against the wall, glaring at the doorway. I see a dark figure walk in as I realise it's Ivan, and someone that kind of looks like Alejandro, but I can tell it's not.

"Did you get your beauty sleep?" Ivan says, approaching me, placing his hand on my cheek.

"Fuck off" I snap, not caring that I'm tied up anymore.

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