That Boy's Bad.

Chapter 18

{A/N: I just got home from vacation so that's why I haven't updated.}

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*Cole's POV*

I roared in anger as my fist connected with the punching bag. I'm so sick and tired of waiting; knowing that they could be hurting her, making my beautiful girlfriend cry.

They make me sick, and I'm going to blow all their fucking brains out.

If they had any.

Waiting is so agonizing. I've had to relieve my stress multiple times just because we can't find where they are. They could be anywhere. Any state, continent, or even planet for all I know. I just want her back.

I need her back.

It will kill me if we don't.

I looked around the room; the gym. I always come here, and I've been coming here ever since they took her.

I've had people ask me what's wrong.

Want to know what's fucking wrong?

Oh I'll tell you!

It just so happens one of the most powerful guys in America took the love of my life- and the funny part is, it's his sister! Whoa!

Note the sarcasm, kids.

I haven't slept, ate, drank, or.. Disgusting I know.. Bathed, since I found out they took her. It's been 1 week already. No one dares talk to me, or else I might beat the living daylight out of them. That's how bad it is.

I can just hear my mother nagging me.

'If you don't eat you are going to get sick!'

'Silly boy! I thought I taught you better!'

I'm sorry mom.

I can't.

I physically- and emotionally, can't take this anymore.

I've been thinking that they already killed her. They could've, and thinking that, kills me too.

They have to find the place, and it better be soon, because we might not have much time anymore.

It could all be a set up.

Olivia, I need you.

I love you.

*Olivia's POV*

"Eat!" He roared at my body, as though I would respond. I've been staring at the wall for the past, what? 2 weeks? Month? I've lost track. It doesn't matter. I'm dead in the end anyways.

"Why does Cole like you anyways?" He huffed. I twitched.

Cole.

He's been in the back of my mind for this whole time. Then Alex came into my mind.

We'll come for you.

They have to be, right? They wouldn't just leave me here to rot, right?

I trust them.

Well maybe not Carson..

Joking.

I can have a sense a humor still, see!?

I looked up at Tyler and made eye contact.

"You're still in there, right?" He said. I still didn't reply.

"Liv, come on. Just please eat." He pleaded.

"Not until you let me go." I replied.

I know I shouldn't of replied, but I've come to realize something; if I don't, it shows I'm weak, frail, given up. I can't do it anymore. I need to get out of here.