Kidnapped... With Who?! (Completed)

Ch. 22: The Meeting

HEY THERE HAPPY READER!

How do I know your happy, you ask.

'CAUSE I UPDATED, SILLY!

As much as I love leaving cliffhangers for you guys, I gotta be fair and update... SO I DID!

It's hot out today! ;) You know what that means?

"WHAT?!"

It means I can "swim" today!!! (I say "swim" since it takes me an hour and a half just to get in then I run out of time to ACTUALLY swim...)

Anywho...

Who has the Little Mix album?! I do! Do any of you?!

I gotta tell ya... IT IS PURE AWESOMENESS!

Haha... yeah...

All right, enough of my ranting, go read! ;P

Love, Meaghan

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RECAP:

The door shut and I exploded with tears. Then a noise came from the phone.

I didn't hit end; I hit send.

"Ariel? Is that you crying?"

Louis.

Snap!

END OF RECAP:

"Uhhh- I - uh - no?" I stuttered.

Really Ariel?! Really?!

"Ari, please talk to me," he begged.

Sobs escaped my lips. "I wish I could, Louis, but I can't."

"Why not?" he asked sounding broken.

"I just - I can't. I promised myself I wouldn't. I -" I was about to apologize, but then realised this was his fault. "Bye, Louis," I whispered.

I hit end, ignoring his protests. I curled up into fetal position with my back against the head board. I couldn't do this anymore. I looked to the dresser to see a razor sitting there.

No. I said I'd stop. I can't.

But I did.

I went to the razor and popped the plastic cap off swiftly. I fell to the floor and slid the sharp blades over my stomach. I'm not stupid. The first place a person checks for cuts is your wrists. Why would I do it there? My stomach was already covered in previous scars. I always kept it hidden. Blood trickled down my scarred belly. It looked like a 5-year-old's water-color painting; when the red, blue, yellow, and purple cuts and bruises mixed together, it turned a brown color. To say I looked terrible was an understatement. No, I like my weight, and I'm not the type of girl to point out all of her flaws. I just look like... you can fill in the blank with almost any negative word out there.

My hand shook, and I dropped the bloody razor next to me, on top of my clothes from yesterday. Oh man! White carpet! I ran to my bathroom and found a first aid kit under the sink. I wrapped a bandage around my torso and cleaned myself up. I checked the rug for any stains and luckily there weren't any. I hadn't realised my phone was ringing off the hook until now. I snatched it from where it fell on the floor and sat on my bed 'criss-cross-applesauce'. I looked at the caller ID. 'Unknown'. I answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Hello," a man said.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that, Miss Ariel Fields."