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Ashley

In my drunken state, I pushed Brian away, wiping my tears with my shaky hands.

"Give me your phone," I demanded, taking deep breaths to relax myself. "Now."

Brian instantly obeyed, handing me his phone. My hands trembled violently, my body beginning to grow week. I felt an anxiety attack coming on, but I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall and taking in rapid breaths.

"Relax, Ashley," I spoke to myself, clenching my hands into fists at my sides. My heart thumped irregularly, my chest beginning to ache with pain and nervousness.

While my body tried to recover itself from my panic attack, I gathered up the courage to press three numbers on the phone, trying my best to hold it steadily to my ear.

911

"911, what's your emergency?" The operator spoke, her voice delicate and soft, calming me a bit.

"My fianceé," I choked out, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

"What happened to your fianceé, ma'am? Take a deep breath and explain it to me," She coaxed me, trying her best to help me out.

I breathed in through my nose and out from my mouth before responding, "Someone took her. I-I don't know who," I stuttered, biting my lip.

"How did you find out she was taken?"

"A phone call. Someone called me and said they had her," I replied quickly, the memory replaying in my head on a constant loop.

"Breathe, dear. What was the number they called you with? We can try to trace it."

I gulped and ran a hand over my face.

"I threw my phone at the wall and it broke. I was angry. It was a blocked caller and I wasn't fucking there to help-" I spoke rapidly before she cut me off.

"Ma'am, give us your phone number and we will trace your recent calls. Don't worry. Stay on the line with me, okay? It'll just take a minute. We're going to tell you who called," She spoke kindly, sorrow evident in her voice. I nodded my head shakily even though I knew she couldn't see me.

The phone rested against my ear for a few minutes, the silence becoming deafening. Ironic, I know, but at this point I wanted to hear the operator. I wanted her to tell me who was behind this.

There was a click on the line and the operator was switched back on. I heard shuffling, causing me to pace back and forth nervously.

"Okay, ma'am. We've found the source and their location," She paused, the sound of her shuffling papers causing me to bite my nails anxiously. "Joe Myers. He is located at 1875 Wilshire Boulevard in Central Los Angeles. The police have been alerted and will be dispatched in the next five minutes."

My heart dropped, my palms becoming sweaty at my sides.

"T-thanks," I mumbled, unable to speak to her anymore. I hung up unsteadily and handed the phone back to Brian, staring at him lifelessly.

"Let's go, Brian. I have to save her," I spoke breathlessly, grabbing his car keys off the table.

"Ashley, let me drive. You're drunk," He fought, trying to grab the keys out of my hand.

"I'm fine. Leave me alone," I spat, running out of the studio with him following in my tracks.

I sat in the drivers seat, slamming the door behind me. Brian jogged the car after me, trying to keep up with my pace.