Today, today is the 5th day that I have gone without seeing Issy, the 5th day since she has gotten kidnapped by that fucking prick. The 5th day that I have went searching for her, everywhere, not knowing wether she is okay or not and not knowing what to do about this whole situation. The 5th day I have gone without seeing
her sparkling blue eyes looking at me, her plump lips kissing mine as I make silly jokes toward her, the 5th day I have gone without her love and it is killing me.
I miss sleeping with my arms wrapped around her skinny waist. I miss seeing her beautiful face, and hearing her obnoxious laugh. I miss her silly little stupid texts she sends me when were in the same room. I miss her smile and how she loves me. I havent been loved like she loves me.
I havent slept since the day she was taken from that prick, nor eaten at all. I look and feel like shit, but I dont care. I just need her.
Hell I dont even know what fucking day it is, all I know is I cant go much longer without seeing her beautiful face.
I cant make myself do anything at all. Im by myself, all alone. The boys have all left for LA and are now preforming the last show tomorrow, we are supposed to be doing that. Issy and me, we are supposed to be together, having fun preforming the last concert of the tour in America.
The police have been looking for her all week, along with search parties, and still have no idea where she is. They have just fucking given up on everything, pieces of shit. Police are supposed to be helpful, I would really like to fucking know how they are.
The one place I havent checked is her old house 2 hours away, the place she told Niall she might be. I dont know why I havent, Im scared of what Im going to find I guess. If he touched her, his life is going to be over, he will either be 6 feet under the ground or locked in a jail cell for the rest of his god damned fucking life.
I got in my car and left the parking lot of the hotel heading towards her old house, hoping to find her, alive.
I dont know what im going to do with my life if not.
Fuck. Why do I always fill my mind with negative thoughts? Shes going to be okay! But-but what if shes not? What if when I walk into the door shes gone? What if he killed her. Why did I let her leave my side at that concert, this is all my fucking fault! I thought to myself, beating my fists on the steering wheel as tears filled my eyes.
I cant even tell what I was doing or where I was going by now, I can barely see the fucking road when I felt my pocket vibrate. "WHO THE FUCK IS TEXTING ME!" I huffed, part of me hoped it was Issy, but I knew it couldnt be her. I dug my phone out of my pocket while swerving all over the road, about wrecking into several other cars driving on the road.
From Issy:
*Baby, I love you. Im okay. I havent ate nor slept and I miss you so much. He has me at the old house, send someone to come get me. Please*
My heart dropped knowing she was okay. I have to get there soon before he does something to her.
