Out Of Sight

Prt.2 Abduction(4)

Your POV:

It's dark. It's cold. I can't feel anything, and I don't know where I am. I've thrown up just from not eating the food he forces me to eat. I won't indulge the food and water he brings. Though my body begs for it, my mind tells me 'no'. For I am scared. And everything happened so quick.
I couldn't talk, because my throat was sore and dry.

"Jake..." I said weakly. "Jake please." I cried. Hard.

"Jake...Stand By Me. Jake, Stand By Me." I cried when I started to sing the song.

That's our song, forever and always will be. We played it on our wedding. I then started to whistle the tune. But I couldn't whistle, for my lips are dry. I can not think straight, and everything begs for care on my body.

When he threw me against the wall, and I tried to throw my knife at him. He caught me real quick. He knocked me out, and when I woke up, my leg was broken. I was being drugged. He thinks he can take my memory, but no I remember everything. Except for whoever took me. I can not remember his face.

Jake's POV:

It's been 5 days now...it's been a week. She's on the verge of death, and I need to find her. I need to find her now. It's late at night, and I've gotten no calls yet about suspects, or anything. I've been driving around my car for an hour. Looking around and everything.

"Detective Gyllenhaal?" My radio went off.

Jonas was on the line.

"Jonas?" I picked up.

"Gyllenhaal..I think we found the guy."

"Who took her?!" I was nervous yet ready to take down this son of a bitch.

"Yes. He's on 2356 Collins Road. We already have a crew on their way."

"Okay, thank you Jonas!" I started my siren, and sped down the street.

2356 Collins Rd. is all the way on the other side of town. But I can make it. I ran past stop signs, red lights, ongoing traffic, which was wrong by the way, I even had to stop a few pedestrians from crossing the street.

When I got to Collins Road, I hit the brakes and jumped out. A fat, disgusting pig of a guy was getting thrown out of his truck by our crew.

"I DIDN'T TAKE NO BITCH!"

I ran up over to him and slammed my fist into his jaw. He was handcuffed, coughing blood on the ground. I grabbed him by his hair, and pulled his head back to look at his face.

"You're a dead piece of shit, where the fuck is she?"

"I don't know who told you, or why-"

"Gowens confronted us about it Gyllenhaal. He said he overheard this guy talking on the phone to some partner of his, that he had a detective chained up in his shed and moved her to a different location."

"STEVE?! My FRIEND Steve?!! That son of a bitch! I've never touched no woman, and chained her in my backyard, Christ that's insane!!" The fat bastard shouted.

I kicked him in his stomach, "Shut the fuck up!! You get him in my car, we're taking him down to the station. Did Gowens give you an address? If so go to the fuckers house and search then look near where ever he lives."

"NO! I DIDN'T TAKE NO GIRL MAN I SWEAR! I PUT THIS ON MY LIFE!!"

"You're life isn't even enough to swear on. You're a useless piece of shit."

He was thrown in the back of my car, and I hurried down to the station. It was silent until the bitch started crying.

"Please Detective...I didn't kidnap your wife. I heard about it, and I thought it was terrible to hear such a thing. Please believe me!!" He shouted.

"Fuck you."

When we arrived, two guys in the office came out and took him in. I followed behind, and we went into the question room.

(1 hour down.)

"You like chaining up other men's wife?"

He cried, "No."

"You like chaining them up, and torturing them? Hurting them, making them beg, cause I heard from Gowens that's what you like."

"No!!" He teared up.

I stood next to him. I slammed his head on the table. I was pissed.

"YOU TELL ME WHERE MY WIFE IS!! YOU TELL ME WHERE SHE IS YOU SON OF A BITCH! I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING I LOVE, YOU WILL BE SENT DOWN DEATH ROW FOR THIS FUCKER!! TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK SHE'S AT!!!" I grabbed onto his shirt, watching blood go down his nose.

Other cops came in the room, and grabbed me, pulling me away. I saw him grab one of the cops gun from his holster. As they pulled me towards the wall I shouted-

"HE'S GOT A GUN!" I pulled out mine, and so did the two others.

The third one stood back.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN."

He shook his head pointing it at us, he did a trick move. He soon pointed it at me, then aimed it in his mouth.

"NO-"

Before my words could change his mind, he shot himself. Blew his brains out, leaving blood everywhere behind him. He feel to the ground. My eyes filled up with tears.

"Fuck. Call Jonas! And tell her to call CPS, and then call the ambulance."

My hand shook as I brought it up to my face to wipe my tears away. I went to my desk outside of the questioning room. I went over and violently slid everything of my desk. I sat down crying in my chair. I grabbed my key board and slammed it on the desk then throwing it to the side.