Miami Heat

Chapter Nine

I dial her number once again. Why won't she pick up? It has been the hundredth times I've called her. I just want to hear her voice. I want to know that she is safe.

"Selena!" He calls out.

She walks over and straddles him. He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Did you let Mollie go?"

She cringes at her name.

"Yes, baby," she fingers my chest.

"Did you take her somewhere?"

"Yeah, I drove her back to her house."

Then why won't she pick up? Why won't she call me? I only said yes to Selena to get Mollie back. When I know that she's safe I'll leave Selena.

"Babe, I'll be right back."

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Selena's POV.

How could he still think about her when he's supposed to be with me? I love him so much, and it hurts to know that he  thinks of someone else. I hate that fucking bitch and I want her dead. With her out of the picture Justin will be all mine.

I dial up Lorenzo, "Get rid of her."

"What do you mean?"

"I want the bitch dead. Gone. Out of the picture."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"What if her family comes looking."

"I've got everything under control. I know what I'm doing. Kill her."

"Okay."

Before she hangs up she has to put in one last word, "Don't be a pussy. If you fuck this up, you'll be gone too."

She hangs up, and walks back over to Justin.

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It has been four days since Mollie has seen Selena, or Justin for that matter. Four days since she's seen the light. It has been seven days since she has eaten. How long can one go with out food or water? All her energy has been drained. She's been sitting in this damned chair for four days. She has been all alone with no one to talk to. She hasn't even gotten to see light. Has she been forgotten? Surely, someone's looking for her.

"Hello?" She cracks through a cracked throat.

Nothing but her mere thoughts to answer her. A silent tear slips down her cheek. There's no one coming for her. She is going to die. Surly her family or her friends are worried. What happened to her cell phone? She must have lost it- fuck.

She wiggles around in her seat. Leaning forward, she is able to walk. Pain from her gun wounded leg shoots up to her waist.  Hunched over, she continues to the corridor. When she gets to a door way, she turns around. Turning her body away, she smashes the chairs legs into the door frame. It has no effect. She does it over and over again until the legs have busted off. She walks forward a few feet. Then she braces herself. She runs backwards, smashing her back into the wall to break the rest of the chair. She winces in pain, as sharp shocks race up and down her spine. Finally, she is free of the chair all except the arms.

Continuing down the corridor, she thinks of a plan. Will she contact the police? First off, she going to get some food. Passing by a mirror, she catches her reflection. She looks like a total mess. Her right cheek is severely bruised. Touching it, she clinches in pain. It is most definitely broken. There's also a deep gash on her eyebrow. She notices the hand prints around her neck, where Selena had tried to choke her out. Her hair is disheveled every which way, and make up and dirt is all smeared around her face. Looking down, she sees cuts and more bruises up her arms.