The Girl Next Door

15

Song of the Chapter: Hostage By Billie Eillish

Issac and I were just talking up a storm in class and it made me really happy that everything is like it used to be.

"Anyways, when are you going to ride my motorcycle with me?" Issac asked reaching out for my face and I just roll my eyes catching Harry mocking Issac, he seriously has been distant but I am not going to admit that it affects me. I don't want to allow another boy to affect me again, so I just try to ignore the pit in my stomach.

"Never, that thing is a death trap!" I laugh it off as Louis and Issac start talking about Motorcycles. I'm glad they are getting along without a lot of bickering, it's like I've traveled back to middle school where everything fell into place for me.

Everything seemed to be normal as if I had never met Jace Pain. As if I had never moved and Issac kept by our sides. Our teacher starts his lecture and my mind starts to drift off while playing with my pencil. Even though I felt really happy at this moment, I couldn't help but remember a painful memory.

*Flashback*
{Day 1 of being missing}

My head felt like it was hit with a ton of bricks, I opened my eyes to see nothing. My vision is blurred and I blink a few times before it focuses. I'm in the dark and it is cold.

"Hello?" I tried to free my tied up hands and feet, "is anyone out there?" I felt my tears slowly fall down my cheeks.

I pull hard on the restraints that tie me down, I groan in frustration as my attempts are useless. The rope digs more into my skin every time I pull but I have to get. out of here, I can't just do nothing. I heard footsteps and they kept getting louder and louder, "Please, help me!" I yelled and the footsteps stopped. A hint of joy splashes over my anxiety as in that moment I was saved from whoever brought me here.

Suddenly, I was blinded by the light. Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I felt instantly relieved. Jace? How did he get here?

"Baby! Thank the Lord, quick untie me!" I struggle as he slowly came closer. He untied me and I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso. He wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe. I smelt his familiar cologne and my mind forgets where I am at at the moment. With him here I don't have to be afraid anymore.

"Thank goodness, I was so scared." I buried my face into his chest. He started to walk while I cried into his chest. He stopped walking and his grip tightens on my waist. He was quiet, maybe from trying to figure out how to get us out of here? My mind races with thoughts of what is happening, I don't understand any of this.

"Babe?" I lifted my head up to look at him, his facial expression was off. He didn't look like he usually did, his face was meaner. I was taken aback, he looked angry and it scared me.

"Jace? What's the matter?" I tried to remove myself from him but his grip got tighter, "Come on, Jace, stop playing around." My smile slowly faded.

"How did you know I was here?" I tried once again to remove myself from him.

"Sweetheart," he finally spoke but his voice was husky and rough. His grip started to become painful.

"Jace, let me go! You're hurting me." I didn't like it, I didn't want to be in his arms anymore. His eyes look no longer sweet but almost demonic-looking.

"You're mine and only mine!" He pushed me onto the hard ground. My head bangs on the floor and I immediately get a headache from the trauma.

"Jace? What the matter with you?" He started to laugh, it was a laugh I've never heard come out of his body.

"We are going to be happy here!" He turned on the lights and I saw where I was.

"What is this place?" It was a room with no windows, there was a queen bed, a toilet, a dresser, and a small vanity.

"Our new home." His voice was low and rugged.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I started to shake in fear. I want to go home, this had to be a nightmare. It just had to be, he would never do this. 

"Oh, sweetheart, I love you! That's why I want to be with you and only you, forever!" He came closer to me and I tried to scoot away from him.

"Now, sweetheart, you get ready for our dinner date! If you don't I'll have to punish you!" He said with a sickening voice.

"What do you mean to punish me?" I asked and he came closer to the point where I felt his hot breath on my ear.

"When I punish you, you're either going to feel me bruising up that beautiful face and body of yours." All I could do was shake in fear, not threatening to move or even breathe.

"I suggest you get ready soon, I'm sure you don't want your punishment anytime soon!"

He stood up and closed the door, a few seconds later I heard the door lock.

It took me a second to process all of this. I pushed myself off of the ground and to the dresser. He was right, I didn't want to figure out if he was bluffing or not.

So I opened it to see tons of dresses and nightgowns. I choose a red dress and quickly stripped. I walked over to the vanity, I looked at the girl who stared at me. She had bags under her eyes, her eyes were red and dull and her cheeks were stained with tears. I looked at the makeup that was there. It was all the same ones I have at home. I slathered the makeup on me to transform my dull and saddened face into a face of 'beauty.'

*end*

My hands were shaking, I could see Harry noticed my trembling hands, he reached out for me but Issac was faster at helping me out.

"Breathe, just breathe." His voice was calming and his thumbs traced circles on the back of my hands.

"I'm fine, thank you, Issac." I pulled my hands away and tried to cover them up with the sleeves of my sweater.