Remember. (Sequel to LTFY)

Chapter Nineteen

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Sophie's POV:

My eyes began to flutter open, but barely. Clouds covered my eyes, blocking my view of anything, like a blur. Slowly, my vision began to appear more clear as I took in my surroundings.

Dark. All I could see was the outlines of the objects in the room. Am I dead? I moved my arm, only to be met with cold metal and pain.

Guess not. . .

I tried moving my legs, but they too were held down. I was chained to a wall.

My heart rate picked up.

No. . .

I heard a groan come from beside me. I snapped my head towards my left side to see the outline of a figure move. I didn't speak, nor move; too afraid to do anything.

Rattling of chains echoed throughout the room and I heard muffling. Finally, I attempted to speak, but something was blocking the words from leaving my mouth.

It was a cloth.

Unwanted memories from my first kidnapping flooded my brain. My breathing began to excelerate.

I was full blown panicking.

A door that stood above a set of stairs was thrown open, shining light into the room--which now that I think about, seems to be a basement.

My eyes averted to the figure that was beside me and my heart began to beat even faster.

It was Henry. And beside him was Ann. They were both fully awake, and Ann was freaking the fuck out. She pulled and tugged at the chains holding her down to the wall.

Chuckling from above brought my attention to the man that stood above. His green eyes flashed with, I don't know, something undetictable. I can't really see well from down here.

He took slow, loud steps down the flight of stairs, until he stood before the three of us. Ann began to squirm, crying heavily. Her sobs came out as muffles.

I attempt to break free, but I only got hurt through the process.

The man laughed at us and pulled something from his pocket. It was a key; probably the one for these chains.

He laughed even harder when Henry attempted to grab it from him; only reaching a good one inch. "Pathetic." He walked away from us and took large steps towards a table that was pushed against the wall under the stairs.

Our screams and cries came out as loud muffles as we watch him lift up a syringe in the air.

Austin's POV:

Sophie wasn't answering any of my texts or calls. I was worried about her. Yesterday when Ann just left her there and I had to drive her home, she broke down in my car.

I hope she didn't do anything to harm herself. . .

"Hey, Austin?" Zach's head peeked through my bedroom door.

"Yeah?" I said. I sat up from my laying position to get a better look of him.

"All the guys are downstairs, watching  tv. You interested?"

I sigh and drag myself off my bed and follow him out of my room. Both couches were occupied by the guys. They were watching American Horror Story; probably the new season.

Their heads turned in me and Zach's direction as we took a seat on the arms of the couch.

"What's up, Austin?" Jeremy said.