End Zone (An Austin Mahone Fanfiction)

2. Well Well

I stood in front of the mirror, examining my neck. The red, purple-like bruise remained from last night. Don't things like these go away over night?

Of course not, stupid.

I sighed; eventually it will.

I covered it up with concealer and got ready for school. I put on black skinny jeans and grey converse. I put on my grey LOVE PINK pullover. I let my brown hair down to be wavy. I grabbed my bag and left my house, walking straight to school. I hadn't heard from Andrea since yesterday. She was supposed to be driving me to school this morning but she hadn't texted me at all, so I had went along walking. It wasn't far anyway.

I walked into the building, stopping at my locker to get my books. I had been the only one in the hallway, mostly because I was a little late.

I closed my locker and turned around to find Austin standing behind me. I jumped, nearly dropping my books.

"What do you want?" I snapped. When I think about it, Austin hasn't said one word to me at all yet. Not even yesterday.

He pushed me against the row of lockers. He examined my neck.

I guess he was looking for the hickey.

When he didn't find it, he licked his thumb and began to rub my neck, removing the concealer.

There it was. The mark was all exposed.

How'd he know?

"What's your name, babe?" He asked, tracing along the mark with his finger.

"Get away from me." I snapped, which came out more like a deprived squeak.

"You're so cute. So... innocent. " He said, putting his fingers on my cheek.

"Get your fucking hands off of me. " I said, slapping his hand away. I pushed him back and went to class. I didn't look back.

Maybe it was better not to.

***

I hadn't seen Andrea all day. I've been hanging out with my friend Noah instead. I wanted to walk home with him, but he had basketball practice. So I was forced to walk home alone.

I sighed as I walked down the road, lonely as could be.

I don't like walking home alone. I get really paranoid and I feel like someone is watching me.

Suddenly it began to rain. I ran over to a little ally for shelter.

Dammit, the one time I leave my umbrella at home.

I sighed heavily. I could run. I just washed my hair this morning. I don't really want to ruin it then wash it again.

I could just wait for it to stop. I huffed and then sat on the floor. I noticed there was a little mini van sitting in the ally as well. The windows were tinted so I couldn't really see inside. But the car was running, so someone had to be inside. I ignored it.

The little mini van began edging closer to me, all the way until it was right in front of me. Suddenly, the door opened and two men grabbed me and pulled me inside. One of them put a rag over my mouth as I thrashed and kicked, screaming for help.

Suddenly my vision began to blur and I passed out.

***

I coughed myself awake. I was in a dark, dim lighted room, chained to a chair. Duct tape covered my mouth and my hands were taped together.

I squirmed and tried to untie the tape from myself but it was no use. I began to cry, I was beyond scared. I had no idea what going on and for all I know whoever put me in here might kill me.

I looked around, it looked like I was in a basement. I began to bang the chains on the chair in order for someone to come down and help me.

Then, I saw several guys walk down the stairs.

"I see you're awake." One of them spoke.

I mumbled words through the tape. He walked over to and ripped the tape of my mouth violently.

Damn, that hurt.

"Why am I here? Who are you? " I spat.

"Why are you here? Well, that's something you'll have ask Andrea." He laughed.

"Where is she? What did you do to her?!" I snapped.

"We didn't do anything, yet. We don't know where she is. That's why you're here." He explained.

"What makes you think I know where she is? What do you even want from her?" I asked.

"You're her best friend. I know everything about the both of you. Your name is Eliza Rose Brooks. You are 17 years old. You're a senior at St. Roosevelt High School. You've known Andrea since you both were three. You live on Peach Avenue, 165-04, 22467. " He smirked.

Shit.

"How do you know all of this?" I blurted.

"Don't worry about that. Your friend Andrea is a thief. She stole some money from us. The little bitch thought she could get away with it too. But when she realizes we have you, she'll give it back. Plain and simple. Until then we're keeping you here."

"No you can't. Please just let me go." I begged.

He slapped me, hard.

That bitch.

"Austin, take her upstairs. " He snapped before leaving and everyone else going along. One person stayed of course.

"Well well." He smirked, walking up.

Son of a bitch.

"I believe we've already met, Eliza." He said, looking at me with a devious grin plastered onto his face.

Fuck.

A/N: hey, I'm uploading a little earlier then planned. Today Austin followed me on Twitter, best day ever. You can follow me too if you like, @cakemahone. I follow back :)

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