you like him \ logan henderson & big time rush

Chapter 46 - Amanda

I sat in the dark tied up, waiting for something to happen. Three months had passed and nobody has yet to find me here. Demi fed me a scarce amount occasionally. I miss Logan, and life as it  was before. I began losing hope.  That was until I heard a loud knock upstairs. 

"Coming," Demi yelled. I could hear her loud footsteps above me. 

I heard her open the door and a man started talking to her.

"Hello, I'm sheriff McTom and I was told you are a friend of Logan Henderson's?" He asked.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Good, we need to search your entire house," as he spoke my eyes widened.

He'll see me.

"No you don't." She hesitated.

"Yes ma'am we do," I could feel his footsteps walk around.

His footsteps got closer and closer to the basement door. He turned the knob and light filled the room. My eyes grew large with excitement as he came ver and untied me.

"Ma'am you are under arrest." he turned to Demi. She bolted out of the house after he said that.

"You're free to go, I have to go get her," he took off.

I had my pajama shorts and t-shirt and that's it, no shoes, and I was freezing out. Typical for November. Yet I was wearing what I was when she got me.

Not caring about the whether, I ran out of the house and my feet pounded on the hard gravel, hurting my feet a bit, but I need to find Logan.

I ran all the way back to our house and saw his car and smiled.

My head peaked through the window and he had a knife in his hands. He rose it up and I automatically knew what he was doing.

"Logan, no!" I screamed as I opened the door.

"Amanda?" He threw the knife down. I ran up and gave him a giant hug.

"I thought you were gone," he literally cried.

"I was kidnapped," I sobbed as well.

"By who?" He sounded more and more upset.

"D-Demi." I softly whispered.

He pulled me into another hug, this time noticing my small three-month baby bump.

"Hey there little one, its your daddy, I missed you so much." He spoke into my stomach, causing me to giggle.

He lifted up my shirt enough to expose my stomach and was going to give it a kiss but noticed the marks.

"What happened?" He rose to my level.

"I was tied to a chair for three months, can we not talk about it?" I almost cried again.

He nodded as he understood and kissed me.