That Boy's Bad.

Chapter 17

*Olivia's POV*

Pain. Agonizing pain. My eyes dry and my lips cracked. My arms have been grabbed so many times, it feels like they are going to snap off. This is what I felt like, and it's only been 2 hours.

-4 hours earlier-

Last night, was definitely the best night of my life so far. Even if Amanda came and ruined some of it, Cole made it up.

"Gooooood morning Ms. Martin!" Alex said, jumping on my bed. I shook my head and smiled. With my eyes still closed, I rose up out of bed.

"Alex." I greeted, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"We are going running!" Alex stated. "I am getting you out of this house!" He said.

"Even though I was yesterday?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Yup!" He said, popping the 'p'

I agreed, knowing that I needed the exercise. I walked into the bathroom to shower and change. Running a brush through my hair, I walked while putting my hair up into a ponytail. We went down the stairs, noticing the rest of the guys watching tv. Cole looked up at me and smiled.

"We're going running!" Alex said, grabbing my arm and running out. I laughed as he released my hand and we started jogging up the road.

Ten minutes later we are jogging down a street I'm unfamiliar with.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My street." He exclaimed. "That's my house." He poured to a big, tan house. It had dark brown shutters. It was absolutely beautiful.

"Your house is amazing." I said as we ran past it.

"Thanks." He said, smiling. We fell into a comfortable silence after that.

"Do you want to stop somewhere to get a water?" I asked Alex.

Silence.

I turned around an noticed a buff man had his arms around Alexs neck.

"Run." Alex chocked out. When I turned around my forehead connected with a tip of a cold metal object. I closed my eyes, and I rubbed my forehead. I then opened my eyes and saw another man pointing a gun to my forehead.

"Hello cupcake." The man greeted, smiling. The smell of alcohol radiated off of his body and I tried not to gag.

"You are in for a fun ride." He stated, smirking. I looked back at Alex, his face pale.

"Let Alex go!" I said, glaring at the man holding him.

"No can do." The man with the gun stated clicking his tongue.

"Get her in the car, Dave." The man holding Alex said. "He has sharp nails!" Dave chuckled.

"I'm not going with you." I said, looking between the two men before me.

"It's either you come, or Alex here gets a bullet to the brain. Your choice." Dave said, smiling. I frowned and walked to the car. I looked back at Alex as he mouthed:

"We'll come for you."

*Cole's POV*

We all laughed at Carson as he threw popcorn at the T.V. as we watched football. We heard the door fling open and we snapped our head at the direction of the door. Alex came running in, his mouth gasping for air as his face was pale. His neck was starting to bruise.

"They took her!" He gasped out, and fell to his knees. "I tried! I fucking tried! But the guy has arms of steel!"

I froze as I heard those words.