Kidnapped by the Dolan twins

Finally

Leila's pov

When you start to think about what you've done with your life at any point of time, it starts to make you motivated to change the life you have now. Except for me, no matter how much I get motivated, I can't do it. I'm kidnapped. I'm poor. I don't have any family besides my aunt. And I'm sure we both are going through hard times right now.

My head was hanging low when I heard gunshots and the door to the room I was in shot open. The same girl from yesterday had run in, looking very panicky, while holding a gun. "You have to go." She began to untie the ropes around me, shaking very badly. "What happened?" Blood drops covered her face. Her emotions were pouring out of her face as she tried to stand me up.

"Dammit. I knew it was too late." She whispered to herself. "Too late for what?" I grabbed her shoulders, and got her attention. "Too late for talking to you." I was a little wobbly but nothing bad. "Come on. We're going to get you to the hospital." I was very glad that we were getting out, but come on. The hospital? They don't even have tacos. Let alone a decent meal. But I mean, its way better than this place so i kinda have to choose the hospital.

"How? You know Grayson and whoever is helping is going to stop us." We stopped by the doorway, as she handed me sunglasses. "They're all dead. Let's go. Keep those on. You haven't seen daylight for almost a week." We both hurriedly walked out, and that's when I saw everything.

Glass was everywhere, blood stains, and Drake. I was angry that I wasn't the one to kill him. Okay I need to stop I feel so dark and I don't really like it.

"This way." She lead me to a door, and when she opened it, it was very bright. Even with my sunglasses on. "Grab my hand and I'll lead you." I nodded, as she did what she said, and took me into a car.

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Ethan's pov

"So, your family. What happened to them?" I've been in a white room all day. I've been answering questions left and right. Some, guessing. Because I just want to get out of here, go sleep or something! I don't even know half of the questions she's asking me especially this one. "Don't ask me that." I said roughly. I was in no mood to talk anymore. Nor being asked questions. "Why not?" If only she could read my mind. I probably won't mind that.

"Can I be done now? I've been here for three hours and I think I deserve a brake." My stomach growled after my sentence, making even more sense to my statement. "You know that's actually not a bad idea, Grayson. Why don't you answer this last question and you will have a break." She smiled. But knew better than to think her smile was to make peace. It was to piss me off. That's all she's been doing to me. Pissing me off. And I'm already pissed. Calling me Grayson makes me even more pissed off.

"I don't know where my parents are because I haven't seen them until Scott came up to me." I gritted. She gave me a long look, while I glared at her, never losing contact. She nodded, and looked at the guards. "We're done here now." She stood up, and began to gather her things while the guards cuffed me.

I stared at her.

I felt like I needed to say something to her. Sarcastic or anything, I felt the need to talk. But I didn't. I'm too pissed to even nod my head.

The guards lead me to my cell.

"Lunch is in an hour." Also known as 'My favorite time of the day.'
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