Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime (A Sleeping with Sirens fan fiction)

Pretend It's OK

*Jeydon's POV*

Shit shit shit shit. Where could she be? I mean, I know I pissed her off and shouldn't have said what I did, but I had sent her a large amount of texts that could probably have me classified as a stalker. She should answer me, no matter how angry she was with me. If something happened to her, it would be all my fault. All. My. Fault.

Just like it had been my fault when she had gotten hurt on the four-wheeler and kidnapped by the creepy man. And, also like then, I had no clue where I was going.

"Um, Jey," Damon said from behind me.

"What?" I asked. It came out angrier than I had wanted, but it didn't seem to bother him.

"Where are you going?"

I stopped walking and looked around. I had no clue where I was. "I don't know, Damon! Where should we be going?"

He looked around really quick, then darted across the road. I followed quickly after him, hoping that no cars were coming. I just kind of followed Damon, but soon he didn't know where to go anymore. "I know that you probably don't want to do this, but do you think Kellin might know? Like, maybe she had called him this morning or something?" he suggested.

He had been right. I didn't want to call Kellin, but I did want to find Mariah. Let's face it, she meant way more than my petty jealousy. I sighed, "I guess it's pretty much our only choice, isn't it?"

Damon whipped out his phone and dialed Kellin's number. "Hey, do you have any idea where Mya Pie might be at?" As I waited to hear more, I smiled at the thought of how Mariah would have cringed at his bad grammar and was tempted to correct him. "Okay, thanks Kellin. Bye."

"What did he-?"

"Hush," Damon ordered. "Just follow me."

So I did, and I hoped he knew where we were going more than I did.

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*Jamie's POV*

My eyes opened and I really started to get more pissed than I had before. I saw the man kneeling on the floor next to Mariah with a sandwich. He held it right in front of her mouth, but she just glared at him. "You gotta eat, sweet pea," he told her.

'Sweet pea'? I gagged, but focused again.

"You'll waste away to nothing, and my men won't be happy about that." He grabbed her jaw and tried to pry her mouth open, but she held it closed. It reminded me of the movie Iron Jawed Angels, in which the women who were incarcerated for fighting for their rights and wouldn't eat until they were set free. Their mouths had been forcefully opened and they had been force fed, only to later throw it up. You can understand where the title comes from.

With Mariah, I couldn't tell if she was being an "Iron Jawed Angel" and refusing to eat until he set her free, or if she was just not eating the way she normally did. Either way, it was clearly working in our favor. "Listen, babe," the man growled. "Eat the sandwich or I get what I want first."

What did he want? What had I missed while I had been knocked out?

Mariah had her blue and angry eyes locked on his, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead. She looked pissed, like she wanted to throw this guy out a window. "Go to hell," she snapped through her teeth.

The man chuckled, and it sounded as if he genuinely found this funny. "You, my darling, are far too weak to even attempt to do anything to me. Much unlike your bitch of a friend over there, but some guys like 'em feisty." He dropped the sandwich onto the ground next to him and put his hand on the inside of her thigh. It took everything in me not to yell something out, to call him an asshole and cuss until I lost my voice. "You're good enough for me, though, my love. I like to be in control."