Stacey Wright: BobcatMusic
I lay there on the ground in more pain then I've ever been in. Cuts were on my face and body, bruises pulsed at the slightest movement, my jeans and shoes were across the room leaving me in my blood stained shirt and hoodie, and blood filled my mouth from the harsh lip biting. The door opens and I closed my eyes tightly. The footsteps came toward me making me whimper,
"I won't hurt you." I open my eyes to see a man with pitch black hair and light brown eyes,
"Who are you?"
"Names Seth." I looked at him carefully,
"Can you move?" I shake my head and he gently grabbed my legs putting them in front of me making me sit up. I bit my lip in pain,
"You won't be here for long. I'll find a way to get you out of here." I gave him a look,
"Why are you helping me?" He gave me a sad look,
"I don't have time to explain now, but after, I will." He stood up and walked away leaving me by myself again. Who was that?
Meanwhile
Nathan Smith: NateWantsToBattle
I sat there on Stacey's couch as all these cops walked around her house. Her brother and friends were standing around me just as worried and scared as I was, maybe a little less,
"Where was she last seen?"
"She was here with me." I stood up and crossed my arms,
"Did she have any conflict with anyone?" Stacey's brother sighs,
"Her ex, Luke. He was abusive, and controlling." I remembered what she had told me,
"Is there something wrong Mr.Smith?" I looked up off the ground,
"She had came to me one time upset, she said he had told her that he was going to come after us if she didn't go back to him." The cop wrote it down,
"Do you know where her phone is?" I felt my pockets and pulled her phone from my back pocket. I handed him the phone and he takes it from me,
"Well do everything we can to find her, well contact you if we come up with anything." I nodded as they all left. I sat back down on the couch,
"Do you know if she told anyone else about what happen?" Evan looked at me,
"Not that I know of, I thought she might of told you guys." We sat in silence until they decided to leave and get some sleep. My phone started going off. Unknown? Who could this be? I slide the bar to the right,
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Nathan Smith?"
"Who is this?" He sighs,
"Look, I know where Stacey is, and I can get her out, but you have to help me first."
"What the hell?! Just tell me where she is!" He laughs,
"She's with Luke obviously, but, you can't take this to the cops, you do, they'll kill her. Got it?" I stayed silent,
"Good, now Nate, Stacey has a key upstairs in her bedroom in the closet. Go get it." I ran upstairs and looked through her closet,
"I found it."
"Good. Now there's a metal box in the attic with a lock on it, find that, and I'll make sure Stacey gets home safe. Don't open the box!" He hung up before I could say anything. I stood in the hallway and spot a handle hanging from the ceiling. I pulled on it and a ladder came down. I went down into the kitchen and looked for a flashlight. Once one was found, I made my way back up. Shining the light inside the dark room, I began my search for the metal box. Several hours passed by and I still haven't found it. I threw paper around frustrated and sat on the ground. I shine the flashlight around and spot something glowing. I carefully made my way toward it and moved whatever was in the way. Once I was close enough, I take a hold of the object and looked at it. The metal box. I dropped the flashlight grabbing my phone that was going off,
Nice job, slick. Now, three weeks from now, meet me at the hospital. There, Stacey will be waiting.
