Us | Completed |

chapter 31. Bristol's pov.

I keep going with my day, just as usual, but this time much happier.

Should I tell Louis I got the job? He is my boyfriend after all, but I don't know of he will be happy for me. I would be happy for him, but he may be extremely sad that I won't be there half the time anymore. And that's what I would be sad about.

Aiden.

No.

Aiden could find out where I work and where me and Louis live.

This is going to be so terrible. I would never want Aiden to know where I live or work.

"Ching. Ching. Ching." I heard the quiet clicks of the door open, and I look over to find nobody sitting nor standing there.

"Hello?" I call.

The clicking went again, this time in the opposite direction.

The window to the opposite end of the bedroom creeks once more before I walk to close it.

What are character traits I can describe me as now?

Oh yeah:

Scared.

Frightened.

Worried.

There's only so many things though.

"Creeeeek." it sounded again, like the same thing the other few were.

"Who's there? Louis?" I ask and turn around quickly, seeming to get hair in my face.

"No one. Babe."

The voice was dark. Darker than any other I've ever heard, ever. There obviously is someone here if they're talking. But this voice wasn't Louis, that's a fact that I for sure know. I want to walk towards the black shadow standing in the corner of the room. Right by the bed. Oh no. I was so close to the bed. And even stupider, I was backing away into the corner of the room. Trapped, I was, and the bedroom door was blocked no longer opened, and locked. Great. Trapped twice as much as I was before.

"LOUIS?!" I scream at the top of my lungs and hit the wall with my back, and the shadow zooms fast to me.

Little did I know, he wasn't here. And that was the bad part.

Immediately, I had a strong idea of who the person was. 2 people.

·Aiden.

Or

·the girl he was with last time he kidnapped me.

How?

How would either of them find Louis and I?
We are on tour right now and it's almost impossible to find out where we are...

Or is it?

Did they follow us?

Did they look up what hotel we would be
staying at?

Was that even possible?

Was it even a they?

I didn't know what else to do, only to keep screaming from the top of my lungs.

I highly recommend doing that so anyone else could hear me. All I managed to do was open my mouth before a large hand covered my mouth, and the other on my eyes. I wasn't able to see nor hear, and the person had leather gloves on. I may not be able to see but it's gotta be Aiden.

I feel a strip of ducktape glide over lips and another over my ankles and wrists. The person seems to still be covering my eyes somehow. And I try to open them but 4 hands pick me up. I try to move my hands but they're ducktaped to my sides. And my eyes had a mask over them. I want to move so much but I can't. The worst part, is that nobody can hear me with the tape over my mouth.

Cold air hits my body and I keep squirming. Once I hear a door open I get shoved in. It wasn't a trunk but it was the back seat of some really big spacy area that felt like a van by it's size.

I manage about 5 minutes later to figure out how to escape. I remember having a sleepover with Kristin  when we were little. She ductaped her hands together and ripped them apart somehow. I'm trying to remember that part. I do know how to get the mouth tape off though, all I do is lick it.

I remember what it was that Kristen did but I have to have my hands NOT ducktaped to my sides. I lean over and start biting at the tape around my waist.

Oh no.

The car stopped.

The door...

Clicked open...

I was dragged out of the car and slammed to the sement.