Forced to Marry a Player (The Sequel)

What?

Austin's POV:

I've been looking for Kennedy for ages. Not literally. But still. Where is she? 24 calls. 68 messages. That's how worried I am. What if she's dead? Stop Austin. She is not dead.

My conscious is worrying me. It's trying to put bad thoughts into my mind. But I can't help thinking if it's true or not.

When is the last place Kennedy has been? She said she was going to the house. Where else would she go? Ugh. This is all complicated.

I decided to called her again.

Straight to voicemail. That's makes 25 calls.

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Kennedy's POV:

My dad was right in front of me. He sedated me. He kidnaped me. Just thinking about this makes me furious. I tried kicking and squirming around again.

"Kicking and squirming isn't gonna do any good Kennedy."

"I can try." I said with full anger.

"Mm."

"Why am I here? Why am I tied up? WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?" I tried saying it without busting out crying. I need to put on a brave face.

"Why? Your mother kicked me out."

My whole face changed. I looked down. I was thinking in my head, 'What happened? Why didn't she call me?

"Then why'd you tie me up?"

"I wanted you and I to be alone. And I didn't want you to run away crying."

"What happened between you and Mom?"

"I'm not ready to say yet..it's kinda complicated."

My anger boiled up again.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!? YOU KIDNAPED ME AND TIED ME UP FOR NOTHING!? YOU CANT EVEN GO OUT AND SAY IT!? ARE YOU SERIOUS? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. WHO ARE YOU!? CAUSE YOUR NOT THE FATHER I USED TO KNOW."

Wow. I can't believe I said that. It felt kinda great saying it. But my anger is still here.

"LET. ME GO." I said with ALL my anger.

My dad went behind me and untied the knot.

I got up. My dad tried to stop me from going.

"Get away from me. Don't touch me. I'm serious."

"Kennedy, please. I know what I did was wrong, but can I-"

I slammed the door in his face without hearing what else he had to say.

I was done. I just can't anymore. I busted out crying. My life is twisted.

I pulled out my phone.

Wow. 25 calls and 68 messages. From who? Austin. I decided just to call him.