Under the stars || James McVey

Chapter thirty four

FILLER CHAPTER TO BUILD THE SCENE FOR THE FINALE.

THE ENDING IS SPLIT INTO TWO PARTS AND THEN THERE'S AN EPILOGUE.

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James' POV

PREVIEW

Kate: I'm two streets over. Chaplin Street.

Me: Ok, I'm coming.

Kate: OK.

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I wake up, feeling nauseous and like my head is splitting into two. I gradually open my eyes and attempt to lift my head, feeling the jolts of pain as I do. I finally manage to lift my head far enough to see that I was in complete darkness. I panic, trying desperately to release myself from the restraints holding me to the chair; well at least, I presume it's a chair. It feels like a chair. I move my body from side to side, trying to wriggle free, but it only made things worse as I felt the ropes burn and cut my wrists, and my headache was getting more painful.

I finally give up, now feeling exhausted, and decide to take in my surroundings. A dim light swings above my head, lighting up what little I could see. It looked as if I was in a warehouse or something. The place was huge, the walls grey and musty and the floor looked cold and wet from the outside world creeping in through the cracks in the ceiling. It suddenly felt freezing, and I shiver, thinking about how the place looked completely abandoned, like no one had been here in years.

There's a door which looks to be bolted shut and it looks different from the rest of the structure, like it had been installed recently, considering its lack of dust and wear. The thought of someone rebuilding this place just for them to tie me up and leave me here, just makes me sick. Why would someone do that?

"Hello?" I call out, hoping someone will hear me. "Hello! Is anybody there?!"

I felt tired and hungry. I don't know how long I'd been here and how long I'd remain here, but my throat was sore from all of the shouting and I was beginning to get really tired. It felt like I'd been shouting for hours, and still, no one came. Maybe they'd left me here to rot as well, along with everything else about this place. I decided to lean back in the chair for more comfort, not that there was any, and try to get some shut eye. Maybe that would pass some time.

Sleep finally comes, and just as I'm about to fall into darkness, a voice jolts me awake. "You can't sleep. Not just yet." It says, and soon enough, a woman appears out of the shadows. Her appearance startles me at first, with her all black attire, starting from the leather jacket, to the black jeans, to the black boots. She kind of reminded me of Black Widow from that Marvel film as she had long ginger hair, but hers was longer and she didn't give me that badass superhero vibe that Scarlet Johannsson gives; this woman looked more like playing the villain. "We have too much to discuss." She smiles and walks over, only to crouch in front of me. She holds a bottle of water in front of my face and unscrews the lid, before putting the neck to my lips and tips it back for me to drink. The fresh liquid suddenly filling my mouth makes me extremely thirsty, and I quickly gulp down the whole thing without hesitation.

Once I'd finished the bottle, the woman screws the lid back on and throws the bottle to the side, adding the already huge pile of litter collecting on the floor. She stands up and walks to the back of the warehouse and drags down another chair, placing it a couple of meters in front of me, and sits down. "Who are you?" I ask, feeling better after the water, but still sick of anticipation.

"Never mind who I am. I want to know about you." She says, inspecting her nails and tracing their edges.

"Don't you already know who I am?" If she doesn't, then why am I here?

"You're James McVey" she states, nonchalantly. "You were born on 30th April, 1994 to Jennifer and Mark McVey. You grew up in Chester but moved to Bournemouth when you were four. You have a younger sister called Isabelle. You have a fear of spiders. When you were eight, you broke your arm in your grandparents' garden after falling off the swing. When you were eleven, your grandmother died and your parents didn't let you go to her funeral. When you were fifteen, you sang in a production at your high school. You covered songs on YouTube and released an EP, before forming your band in 2011, of which you are the guitarist for. Your band is called The Vamps, terrible name by the way, and you have a cat called Mickey. Four years ago, you were diagnosed with insomnia, which has been very difficult for you, especially during your touring months. Last year, your girlfriend committed suicide and since then you've been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress and anxiety disorders. Do I need to continue?"

I gawk at her, not really knowing what to say. I shake my head and slouch back in my chair. How does she know about all of this? Only my family and close family know about this. I've never spoken about this to anyone; even Katherine doesn't know all of this. "How do you know all of this?"

"It's quite simple really. You just have to know the right people." She shrugs nonchalantly, and smirks at the horror probably stuck in my expression.

"This is crazy. You're crazy!" I scream at her.

"Be careful, baby. You don't want to piss me off just yet." She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest. "There's just something I can't quite get my head around, and I need you to put this in perspective for me."

"Can't your people help you with that? What do you need me for?" I sneer sarcastically. What is with this woman?

"Unfortunately, only you can help me." She laughs "What I want is to know how you so easily became Katherine James' new boy toy."

My head snaps up at this. Oh no. "Katherine? What's she got to do with anything?"

"Oh, honey." She pouts and comes to stand behind me, placing her long and manicured fingers on my shoulders. "Everything." Her hands slowly retract and she comes to stand beside me.

"What do you mean?" The fact that Katherine had anything to do with me being here unnerved me. How could Katie be involved in all of this? This woman seems psychotic, but she also seemed angry and vengeful, and this scared me. She circles me, twirling her long auburn hair around her fingers and she looked scarier than one of those villains you see on TV, with the immaculate hair and sharp red nails. Something told me that in this scenario, there's no hero to save me.

"You see, James. I'm going to tell you a little story. A story of how your perfect and innocent new girlfriend is not so perfect after all." She stalks over and comes so close to me that I can feel her breath on my face.

"I'm going to tell a story of how Katherine James ruined my life."

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