"What happens when the person you thought you could trust turns into a full blown nightmare... Will you ever be able to heal from the damage? Will life ever be the same again? Well, does love even exist?"
Taylor and Joe have been in a relationship f...
A moment of silence fills the room as I'm refusing to answer him, while I sense his impatience growing.
"I'm repeating this one more time: Say it!" Joe breathes through gritted teeth, the knife still pressed to my throat. I feel the blood dripping down my shoulder, a stinging feeling emerging from where the blade just grazed my skin. I take a deep breath, gathering all my strength before yanking my head, making the actor drop his knife to the ground. Almost instantly he lets go of my hair and walks around the chair so that he is now standing in front of me again, his face flushing with anger.
"If I were you I would be careful!" The blonde hisses, his eyes sparkling furiously. "Pull something like this again and you're dead!"
He grabs one leg of the chair and throws it over to the side. With my wirsts and ankles tied, I have no chance to catch myself as my body forcefully hits the ground, my head banging into whatever shards are scattered across the floor. I let out an agonizing scream, fighting to stay conscious while the whole room starts spinning around me.
"You did that yourself!" Joe mutters, turning on his heels and disappearing out of the room.
Travis' POV:
While pacing the house, quickly throwing some clothes into a bag, I try to call Taylor, at least a hundred times, but of course she doesn't pick up.
"Hi, this is Taylor. So, haha funny story, my phone and I are playing hide and seek....aaannnddd...it's winning. I'll call you back as soon as I find it. Leave a meeeesage, if you like." The voicemail once again echoes through my phone. Damn it.
No ten minutes later I hop into my car and speed to the airport, ignoring all traffic rules. I have no idea where Taylor could be, if she's just hiding somewhere because of whatever reason or if she is in serious danger, however, I'm worried sick.
"Hello, I need a flight to New York, like right now." I say to an elderly lady behind a desk once I've stepped into the halls of Kansas City International Airport.
"Let me check." She replies and I simply hum in response, my leg bouncing up and down, my fingers impatiently tapping on the surface of the counter. "Considering it's like 4am right now, you're lucky. I can get you on a plane in three hours."
"Three hours?! Excuse me?!" I gasp. "It really is an emergency!"
"Sir...with all due respect, it's the middle of the night, there's only a few flights to New York at this time. I mean there is one in about 30 minutes, but it's fully booked, I'm sorry." The lady twists her lips into an apologetic smile, one that is definitely well practiced.
I reach into my bag and pull out my wallet, before sliding a hundred dollar bill across the desk.
"Does that help?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "I really need to get onto that flight."
She clears her throat, takes the bill and shoves it into her pocket.
"Maybe there's a way I can squeeze you in."
After paying for the flight and the woman printing out my ticket, I start to run, hoping to get through the controls as fast as possible. Luckily the airport is empty at night, no queues anywhere, and I reach the flight just in time.
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About four hours later I find myself standing in front of the door to Tree's office, the sun rising, shining through the perfectly cleaned windows of the building. I straighten my shirt and take a few deep breaths, before lifting my hand and gently knocking on the heavy door.
"Come in." A female voice chimes from inside. She sounds like she has been crying and I wait a few more seconds before I slip inside.
"Hey." I greet and drop my bag in one of the corners, hoping it won't bother there.
"Hello...have you been able to reach her?" The redhead immediately wants to know, her eyes puffy, her voice weak, but I can tell she doesn't want anyone to see that she is indeed slowly losing her mind, so I decide not to point it out in any way. I simply shake my head in response as she gestures to the empty seat across from her.
"What's the plan?" I then ask after sittig down, sensing that now is not the time for small talk and I'm not interested in that either.
"Honestly...I don't know." She admits, eyes fixed on the surface of her desk. "I guess we just keep looking and if there's still no sign of her in a few hours...I'll involve the police."
"Right." I reply. "Do you have ANY idea what could possibly have happened?"
Tree shakes her head, finally meeting my gaze.
"No...usually she has security with her at all times. I mean, of course sometimes she's stubborn and thinks she can roam around on her own but we were at the VMA's. You know how highly secured the center was? It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense nobody has seen her leave...."
A few minutes of silence fill the office while I'm debating on whether to ask the next question or not.
"Do you think it's possible someone took her?" I finally let it slip from my lips because that thought hasn't left my mind ever since the publicist told me Taylor was gone.
With furrowed brows, the redhead shifts in her seat.
"But who?" She questions, not to me specifically. "Yeah right, she's like the most famous person on the planet right now. It could literally be anyone wanting to harm her." She realizes. "Oh my god do you really think she is in danger?" Tree gets up and begins to pace the room, nervously running her hands through her hair. "I didn't wanna think about that. I convinced myself she just ran away or something but maybe, maybe you're right."
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A/N: Are they finally realizing the gravity of this situation?
P.S. You deserved a second update today 😘
And can we please talk about my lock screen aaaaaaaaah?!
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