Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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My pov
I wake up and everything is blurry. I blink a few times and it's dark. There is one light. I look around the room. It's a big ware house. I look in the corner of it and see Jacob. I try getting up but my arms are tied above my head. I have a piece of cloth in my mouth. Jacob walks over to me. He crosses his arms.
"Hello, Samantha. You thought you could escape from me. I don't care that your famous, dating another famous singer. I have my ways of finding you." Jacob says. I try talking. He removes the cloth from my mouth.
"Fuck you." I say.
"Haha you hilarious." He laughs.
"What do you want? Money? Fame?" I ask.
"For you to shut the fuck up right now." Jacob yells.
"Conor will find me. And you'll be locked up. Look what your doing Jacob! Look. You've kidnapped someone famous. The media will find out. And you will be in jail. I didn't tell anyone about you hurting me cause I hate seeing other people in pain. Why do you do this?" I ask.
"Just shut up!" Jacob yells and slaps me hard in the face.
"I'm gonna kill you." He says.
"Okay." I say.
"Glad that were on the same page." He says. He pulls a knife from his pocket. He puts it against my arm and cuts down my arms. I wince at the pain. He moves the blade to my neck. I gulp.
"It's more fun to torture victims before you kill them." Jacob says. It becomes hard to breathe with a sharp knife next to your neck. He moved it back to my arms and cuts deeper.
"No tears?" He says pushing the knife harder.
"No. Conor taught me to stay strong no matter the circumstances." I say.
"Conor this. Conor that. Jesus fucking Christ bitch." Jacob says standing up. Blood falls down my arms. Jacob punches me in the nose. My nose starts to bleed. He walks over to a table and grabs a baseball bat. He swings at his my legs. I scream in pain.
"That's more like it." He says. He swings again and hits my ribs. I scream again and tears start to flow down my cheeks.
Conor's pov
The police call.
"Conor can you come down to the station. We have some leads." The police says.
"Yes of course. I'm on my way." I say. I grab my shoes and run out the door. I run to the police department. They tell me that a car was seen fleeing our apartment building. It's a white van of course. The street cameras pick it up and see it going to a house and stopping.
The police go there and find nothing. I head back home in tears. I knew I should of stayed home. I had a feeling something was gonna go wrong. It's my fault. When we catch him, I'm gonna deal with him myself.