Chapter 11

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I didn't take us long to get there. The journey was silent and neither me or the crossing lady made an attempt to talk to Adrian. Adrian's face was white and in contrast to the bags underneath his eyes from not enough rest. It killed part of me to see him like this. Yes, the feelings there for him had never truly vanished.

"Here we are. What a stereotypical venue for hunting down a kidnapper." I glumly announced. We all stood. outside of , what was supposed to be 80 Smith's way. And it looked like the same creepy abandoned warehouse from all the horror movies. This seems like a great place.

"I didn't come here for nothing. Let's go inside and end this once and for all." Adrian said.

"Are you sure, we could- "

"Let's go Sky. He's not going home." The crossing lady cut me off.

And we headed inside. It was late afternoon now, and the sun had started to settle on the horizon.

A dusty back entrance was our way in. I kind of felt like trespassing, but I don't think in this condition anyone would want custody of this warehouse.

"Eeeeeek!" I had hit a spider web and that probably didn't help with the creepy theme of the house. Adrian and the crossing lady quickly shushed me down.

Not after long, We heard voices. My blood turned cold. There was someone else here? This could get dangerous. Soon the muffled voices I heard turned into clear voices. I could hear Ryan..... and Mr Donovan, and some other girl who must be the latest victim. But unfortunately no Taylor. I was shocked! Was this the secret hideout?

We walked towards the voices, and soon arrived to light were we could see 3 different chairs... with people tied to them. Mr Donovan , Ryan and a girl with dark brown sleek hair and a hollow face who I had never seen before. But that wasn't what shocked me.

Standing in front of the captives was the perfect hourglass figure I knew so well, with red hair that had a sheer resemblance to fire, spilling over the back. I closed my eyes, hoping what I saw was just a hallucination. But when they opened again I proved to be wrong. Because the slightest movements can make the slightest sound. And she heard it.

Everything turned in slow motion as she turned around. A cruel cold smile I didn't know spread across her porcelain face.

And when she spoke, the world stopped.

"I've been expecting you Sky."

And it hit me then. The culprit was no other than;
Taylor.

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