Finding my Fangirl

Big Trouble

Kaylee's P.O.V

What did he mean by... "I think I know where my girlfriend is!"? I mean... unless that rat left some note in that house. Ugh, she's either too smart or too desperate. I can't let them know, especially if he finds the house. I guess it's time to call up her parents.

I walk over to a cheap cell phone I bought so no one could track the calls. If I were to get caught, I wouldn't want to be because I left something as small as that in detail. I sigh as I wait for someone to pick the phone up.

"Hello?" A feminine voice answers.

"Who's this?" I ask; confused that I wasn't hearing (Your Dad's Name).

"Honey?! Who is this woman on the phone?!" The feminine voice screeches out.

I hear a loud grumble from the man himself. He stomps to the phone and yawns gruffly.

"Hello?" He asks as I can hear him groan; I sure hope he wasn't out drinking last night.

"Where's the witch?" I ask; gritting my teeth.

"She's locked up in her room, why do you ask?" He grumbles out.

"BECAUSE! Her stupid boyfriend and their gang of idiots may know where she is! You just had to be in prison didn't you?" I groan; that stupid whore had left a note for him. She's smarter than she looks.

"Wait, are they suspicious? Do they know where she is?" I heard his voice drop to a whisper; he finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm really not all that sure. I couldn't see anything or hear anything because that stupid cop showed up." I spit out angrily.

"Shit. Does that mean we may have to relocate?" He asks; paper and hushed curses sound from the background.

"We'll just have to see. I'm not sure and Mark seemed pretty sure of himself. I just don't know." I say and heave a heavy sigh.

"You wanna talk to (Y/N)? Torture her a bit?" He asks; I can hear the devious grin on his dirty face.

"Why not? Might as well get some fun in today." I sigh and hear him curse; summoning the slut.

"H-hello?" Her voice trembles as she talks.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

My father had called me in to wherever he was. I was forced to wear a blindfold at all times. This only confirms my suspicion that we may be in my old dilapidated house. I sure hope I didn't destroy that note I wrote a few days before my capture. Maybe there was still hope in this situation.

I shakily make my way to my father; I had become completely dependent on my ears; surprisingly this wasn't all that hard. I stopped when I was sure I was at least in the room he was in.

"You're five feet away from me now, you know what I've said about that." He stated with pure hatred in his tone; at least he didn't call me anything degrading this time.

I just nod my head and walk towards him until a stronger scent of booze hits me. I try not to gag and stop in my tracks; my legs still wobbling.

"Someone would like to talk to you." He states; this time there's no emotion in his voice.

I feel my heart rate pick up. Who in the world would he let me talk to? He didn't tell me to say anything so it wasn't for ransom money... So who?

"H-Hello?" I ask; my stutter peeking through my tone.

"Ah (Y/N), nice to her your lovely tone again." That voice, that belonged to Mark's ex.