Kidnapped by the emo trinity [complete]

Chapter 7

"Glad to see you're adjusting well" Pete said as he saw me sitting on the couch. "Hope you didn't give Brendon too much trouble."

"The others filed in behind him, exhaustion apparent on their faces and in their movements. They were that tired after one interview? Andy and Joe were mumbling something to eachother in the back, their faces more serious than I'd ever seen them before. Fear suddenly crept into my stomach. Had they even been at an interview?

"17 year old Julia Night has been officially labeled as missing." my ears perked up at my name and I turned my head, looking to the TV to see a photograph of my on the screen. Hardly a flattering picture, but I suppose they weren't picky when I was suddenly confirmed missing.

"Last spotted at the Fall Out Boy concert on Tuesday night, the teen was said to have left the building alone." the news anchor was saying. Plot twist, it was actually Fall Out Boy who had taken me. My eyes drifted over to Pete who was frowning at the Tv.

"I was with her at the concert." My breathing hitched as I recognized the voice coming from the speakers and I turned back around, eyes swimming with tears as I recognized the face of my best friend Damon,

His dark hair was a mess, eye liner sloppily applied which proved he wasn't in a good state.

"She went outside to meet me by the car and I had gone to the bathroom. The streets were pretty much empty when I left but when I came back even she was gone. All I found on the ground was a cloth in the street and skid marks on the ground that weren't there before. She-"

the picture suddenly cut out, screen going completely black.

"Enough of that noise." Pete scoffed, tossing the remote onto the couch. "Have you eaten?" He asked me as the others dispersed into different rooms.

"Why am I here?" I asked him, seriousness in my voice. "You think you're just going to treat me nice and then I'll forgive you for kidnapping me? Well you're wrong, and just so you know your little plan to have Brendon ask me for advice about his song and pretend like he genuinely cares about me didn't work. You can't trick me into trusting you." I ranted, crossing my arms and leaning back into the couch, a scowl on my face.

"Brendon asked for advice on his song?" Pete sounded unsettled.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

He scowled, eyes trailing to the ceiling. "Nothing I'm sure. I'm going to go talk to Brendon, stay down here." he said, turning and marching towards the stairs.

I swallowed, a knot forming in my stomach. Had I said the wrong thing? What if Pete hadn't set him up to it, what if Brendon was genuinely being kind to me and I'd just completely blown it?

My fear melted away as suddenly my eyes locked onto the small black rectangle on the end table. Pete must have left his phone behind by mistake. now was my chance to call for help since no one is around. I looked where pete had dissapeared to make sure he wasnt going to suddenly appear. im good. Cautiously i reached for his phone and slid into the emergency dial pad. immediately i punched in damon's number. "7818010076" i whispered out loud as a habbit. 

I pressed the phone to my ear and listened to it ring over and over again. 

"come on" i breathed, wiping my sweaty palms on my black jeans. 

"Hey it's damon i cant pick up the phone. I'l try to call you later or something." his voicemail said. 

"Crap" I hissed, redialing his number and listening to it ring. 

Every second was thick with stress and my hands shook, knowing any second one of them could walk into the room. "Please pick up"

The ringing stop. There was a crackle of static and then, "Who is this?" 

"Damon!" i almost shouted, relieved to finally hear his voice.

"Julia?? Where are you, are you okay?" 

"You have to get me out of here, Damon" I sobbed, tears falling from my eyes. I just wanted to go home, and if I made it out of here alive, I vowed to throw out every album and every poster of mine that was of the emo band trinity.

"Okay, calm down. Where are you?" He asked, concerned. 

"I don't know, a house. A big house, but Damon you have to tell the police. The people that kidnapped me are-" 

The phone was suddenly ripped from my hand, a yelp escaping from my lips as I turned to see Frank standing behind me. 

"Julia? Julia!" I heard Damon saying but my eyes were glued on Frank. He pressed the end button and placed the phone on the table. My heart was pounding so loud it was all I could hear, my voice caught in my throat. 

"I'm sorry" i squeaked but Frank only smiled creepily, twirling his ever present knife between his fingers. 

"Now what's the boss gonna say when he finds out you've been making unauthorized calls on his phone?" 

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