High Heels and Lip Gloss

Chapter Fourteen

~Short chapter sorry but I really wanted to post this sooner rather than later.~

Chapter Fourteen

Recap:

Justin's POV

I pretend to think. "Nope sorry sir. No one with those descriptions has come in today. But if you'd like to give me your number I'd be happy to call you if I see her."

"That would be great," he says and he pulls out a pen and notepad and scribbles something on it and hands me the paper. But instead of a number, I see a message that says:

"I'm not stupid boy. Now tell me where the girl is or I'll break your arm."

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Present time

Justin's POV

I read the note again, stalling.

The man clears his throat.

"Are you having trouble reading my note?" he asks.

I look up quickly. "No, but I told you. I don't know where the girl you're telling me about is!"

He stares at me with his cold, gray eyes. "I warned you," he says, and with that he lunges at me.

Miranda's POV

Man I'm hungry. What's taking Jake so long? I hope he brings food.

All of a sudden, I hear commotion outside the door.

Dishes smash to the floor, and I hear screams of terrified women an shouts of men coming through the walls.

I hear the deep bellowing voice of Patricia's dad shout through the noise.

"No one move or I'll break his arm!"

'Whose arm?' I think to myself. Justin's? Another worker's Or just an innocent bystander's?

I don't know and not knowing is KILLING me. No, I don't like that thought. I'll just say it's annoying me very much.

I hear a door slam open and a booming voice shouts, silencing everyone.

"Stop, police!" the man shouts, and I hear the click off a gun being loaded.

He must be walking over to Patricia's dad because soon I hear him whining. "What do you mean I'm under arrest? I know my rights!" he says.

Just then, Justin opens the door of the lounge I'm in and gestures for me to come out.

I follow him and look at Patricia's dad, whose name is apparently Rick, I standing, handcuffed.

"You!" he sputters. "You broke my nose!"

"You tried to kill me!" I shout, rushing to Jake, who has come out from behind the police officer.

"Put him in the back, Lindsey," says the police officer, whose name tag says John.

"Will you three follow me?" he says, gesturing to me, Jake and Justin.

We nod and follow him to the lounge I was hiding in and he has us sit down and he pulls out a recorder.

"Explain what happened," he says, and I start from the beginning.

After I've finished, with Jake and Justin adding their parts, the police officer stands up.

"What are you going to do with him?" I ask.

"That's up to your parents. We'll keep him overnight and if they want to press charges and go to court, then we will," he says.

"Ok," I say. "Thanks."

"Your welcome." He says. "I'll escort you out."

He walks us out to the police car, where a hock lies before us.

Lindsey, the police officer that was taking Rick to the car, is lying unconscious on the ground, with a large bump forming on the back of her head, blood starting to flow. Rick is nowhere to be seen.

DUN DUN DUUUNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

RICK ESCAPED!! 1

Ok enough drama, I have a question.

Don't freak out, it's nothing big.

Ok. Here it is. I was wondering if any of my wonderful readers have Instagram? ( area for you to realize that, wait, you DO have an Instagram) :)

Guess what? I do too! Wow that was unexpected. Well, I have three.

The first one is my main account : @savannah_beethe

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~Savannah