Last Chance

Day Two

Ashley's POV

Well this whole situation sucks! Really fucking sucks. I know they hurt her now, don't know what they did, but NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE hurts my best friend and gets away with it, once I find those sorry asses they will be bowing down at my feet apologizing, and screaming in agonizing terror.

It was now midnight, so I had to sneak into my dads room and use the computer, he fell asleep early tonight, so I had to keep extra quiet so I wouldn't wake him up. When I logged into Facebook, I had no messages, so I decided that I would re-read through all the messages between me and whogivesafuckwhatmynameis. You know thinking of his name I realized no one really gives a fuck what his name is, they just want to rip out his eyes, stab him over and over again, kill him, then bring him back to life and make him go through all that pain all over again, but slower so we can watch him suffer.

Then I clicked on his name to see if he even had a profile (last I checked it wasn't really made up) But this time it seems Mr. Asshole actually had time to make one. It says here he is 35 years old, from Washington, lives in Cape Coral, Florida. Under his about you page he wrote

"I have recently captured a little white bunny. She used to be a good girl, but she has given me a lot of problems recently. I hope she starts to behave soon, otherwise I will have to get rid of her. Also, she has had a bad day today, I was trying to train her and teach her a lesson, but I don't think she has really learned anything. I have some lesson plans planned out, just in case she turns rouge again. "

My heart stopped. That fucking asshole. I REALLY WANNA KILL HIM RIGHT NOW.

Ashley Rose: Hey Mr. Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis I swear if you touch her one more time, as soon as I find you, your dead. Plus give me a clue to your whereabouts it's Saturday already.

Looks like that woke him up because as soon as I sent it, he came online.

Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis: Hey bitch listen here, I know where you live, I know when you sleep, and I know everything about you. I know your boyfriend and where he lives, don't get a head of yourself. I call the shots here. Not you. I will message you when and if I so desire, I will let you know what I want you to know when I fucking want you to know it. So shut your bitch ass up, or I will pay a visit to your house and teach you a lesson, you fucking sly fox.

Ashley Rose: Give Asia this message for me. Tell her I love her, and miss her. Tell her I said stop trying to escape because bunnies don't live long in the hands of precocious sadist.

Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis: Didn't you just listen to me? I call the shots. Don't tell me what to do.

Ashley Rose: I was just trying to help with your bunny training. There's no harm in that is there? Just useful advice and tips. Also, offer her some food every so often and not being a dick helps. I bet if you did that the little white bunny wouldn't run away now will she?

Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis: Sly little bitch fox, I would shut up if I were you.

Ashley Rose: You make a horrible kidnapper you know that? I could do a much better job. I bet you and your partner are the scary looking type, that really don't know how to treat a  women. When was the last time you even had a date? Probably when the Egyptians were around. Don't touch Asia you hear me? I will find you guys, and mark my word if she has one little scar on her body, you will be dead. Both of you.

Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis: You have some mouth on you don't you? Not a very smart thing to do, I don't know how you know I am working with someone, but I have to hand it to you, you have got brains. Well not very many. You do not associate with your friends kidnappers like that. Do you want her dead?

Ashley Rose: No I don't. Hey a little tip. If you want to stop your insomnia stop drinking so much coffee late in the day, and stop killing. Plus, if you drink all that coffee you will end up pissing the bed.

This time he took a while to respond.

Whogivesafuckwhatmynameis: I am closer to you than you think. That's the clue. Shut your mouth because your on the verge of being kidnapped too.

Ashley Rose: Thank you. That's all I wanted.

I logged off feeling proud of myself. I learned a lot of things about Asia's kidnapper. He has a partner, he wets the bed (ewww), and he can't sleep. That means he must be one moody guy. Poor Asia. She must have escaped during one of his mood swings. This means he's very violent. Also, means he's killed someone before. I should try to be more careful the next time I talk with him. It means I can't really harass the guy as much as tonight. I got lucky. Now, I just better hope he doesn't come for me in my sleep tonight.

I went into my rooms and grabbed my pillow, blanket, and pepper spray and set up my bed on the floor in Eric's room. My brother was thankfully home tonight. He woke up as I was putting things down and asked what I was doing. I told him I had a bad nightmare and didn't want to be alone tonight. He was very pissy about it, but let me stay.

I woke up late the next morning. Around 11:00. I didn't get much sleep last night. I fell alssp around 6am. I ate a bowl of cereal, and a banana. I also downed a whole glass of water. I was hungry this morning due to the fact that I didn't eat dinner last night, or lunch. I was so worried about Asia, I just couldn't eat at all. I had a feeling this would be my only meal of the day...again.

Once I was finished I called Maxwell. He picked up on the fifth ring.

" Hello." Max said sounding like he just woke up not too long ago either but in the background I heard lots of people talking and it was hard to hear.

"Hey Max." I said sounding urgent.

"Is this important Ashley? I'm still bowling." He said sounding a little more awake now. Oh that's right. Bowling. 

"Yes it is." I said and  told him everything that happened last night.

"Your an idiot Ashley. This guy is a psycho, how could you talk to him like that? I mean I know you were pissed off, but really? You could have gotten yourself killed doing that." Max said in his most worried voice. I knew he cared.

"I know, but I have a lot more information on our kidnappers, We know now there are two of them, and I got the clue. "

Max's POV

I listened in as Ashley told me the things she learned about Asia's kidnapper. He was moody, violent and had a partner. And lived in our town which means we didn't have a lot of places to search. From what Ashley told me by her guess Asia was already hurt by now, physically and possibly emotionally. But she was strong, I know she was. I nodded as Ashley finished telling me the information.

"So what is this clue you so possibly figured out?" I asked getting impatient. It was already two going on three days since Asia was missing and we needed something to find to where her missing whereabouts were.

"Okay. I think the two guys well, morons, that have her. The one that has the facebook account is old so his accomplice must be young. Because that's how must partner in crimes are. A young guy and an old guy."

"Where are you getting at?" I asked sighing. I saw my friends AJ and Cameron giving me a look saying would it take long. I put a finger up saying one minute and noticed it was my turn to bowl. Why did Ashley have to call now?

"I think I have an idea of how to get into their heads and maybe find a way of letting Asia go." there was a long silence before I burst out at Ashley.

"Are you out of your mind? Trying to negotiate with these pyschopaths is the last thing you want to do." I exclaimed making some people look at me. I could almost hear Ashley narrow her eyes over the phone.

"But its our only chance of getting her back. From all the information I learned about them, there might be a chance." I sighed frustrated.

"Ashley we can't negotiate with these people." I then looked up to see two police officers standing in front of me, with my mother with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you Maxwell?" the one on the left asked. I nodded and quickly said into the phone.

"I got to go Ashley." I said and hung up the phone before walking with the cops toward the back  office, followed by all the stares of everyone in the bowling alley.