Courtney's POV
The rest of the week flew by quickly. It was always the same routine. Wake up. Get Amy to help me take a bath. Get dressed. Have breakfast in my room. Watch boring channels on the television. Have lunch with Amy in my room. Watch a movie with Amy or Ben. Have dinner with the rest of the mafia. Go back up to my room. Read a book or watch more television. Go to bed. Wake up. Yeah that's pretty much my wonderful day. Ashton hasn't bothered me since our incident in the kitchen, in fact I have never seen him at dinner. Although their dinning table is a big as my house back home, so I'm kinda not surprised.
Today was no different. I had just taken a bath and Amy had to leave to finish work. Amy and I had sorted out what happened and I forgave her for disappearing. Not that I was really angry with her in the first place, I was more upset.
I flick through the channels on the television. There's nothing on! Absolutely nothing! What's happening in the news? I have been avoiding the news channels because they are also so depressing.
I was reading the news headlines, about Donald Trump's travel ban when their was suddenly breaking news. The reporter's face drops and I quickly turn up the volume.
"To breaking news now. It has just been reported that Courtney Naidoo's disappearance case has been closed. We cross live to our reporter Tracey Simons in the city. Tracey, what happened?"
"As you said Isabelle, Courtney's case has been closed. Police has told the media that her disappearance has been marked as kidnapping and murder. It is believed police received an anonymous tipoff to an address. After forcing entrance they found Courtney's dress, she was wearing when she was kidnapped, covered in blood. After a thorough search of the property police made the gruesome discovery of a photo of Courtney's bloody and bruised body. A note was also believed to be discovered with this photo. Police haven't revealed the exact content of the note but we do know it was someone bragging about the physical abuse of Courtney before her murder. Police are now appealing for anyone that knows where Courtney's body is to come forward so her family can lay her to rest. They are always appealing if you have any information that may help police in their investigation, please contact Crime Stoppers. Back to you Isabelle."
I just stare at the television in shock. I'm not dead! I'm not fucking dead! I'm alive! They can't believe I'm dead! I'm still alive! They can't give up on my case. I need to get out of here! I've been through too much for them to give up on me!
"Hello Courtney," cheers Spencer as he walks into my room. Why is he here? He's not what I need right now. "Come on, let's go." And where am I going? I'm quite comfortable here, so no!
"Courtney, don't ignore me! Let's go."
"I'd rather not go anywhere. I'm quite happy staying here, thank you." I snap.
"Don't make this more difficult. I need you to get up or I'll carry you. And I may or may not be gentle."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere over the rainbows, bl-" he begins to sing. I immediately hurl a pillow at him which hits him in the head.
I groan and sit up. I steadied myself before grabbing my crutches. I hobble after Spencer, who was walking really fast.
He finally stops at a door and unlocks it. He holds it open for me and follows me in. I pause as soon as I get in the room. Why am I here? Am empty room? With a chair? Wait two chairs! Alright this is kinda creepy. Wait! What if he's actually going to kill me! What if- No snap out of your thoughts! You're not going to die! But I can't overpower him. Crap, what if he is going to kill me?
"Did you listen to a word I just said?" Spencer interrupts.
"Y-yeah," I reply.
"Cool, so you agree?"
"Yeah, whatever you say." Crap what have I just agreed to? You're an idiot!
Spencer begins removing his shirt and I freeze. Shit I did not just agree to that! Fuck! No, no, no! Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I do?
Spencer then surprises me. He starts to laugh. And laugh. And laugh some more. What is some funny! I swear all these people have serious issues!
"I knew you weren't listening," he laughs as he pulled his shirt back on. "But you should of seen your face."
I sigh and lean on my crutches. Bastard! Actually fucking bastard!
"Anyway, now I've got your attention, let's have so more fun."
I gulp and stare at him. What is he talking about?
"Goodnight Courtney," he whispers in my ear and holds something against my mouth and nose. This bastard! I hold my breathe and try to focus on something else.
"Just breathe, Courtney." He mutters in my ear. "It will make this a whole lot easier."
I shake my head trying to get my head out his grasp, while trying to stand on one foot, supported by crutches.
Let's just if didn't work well, I finally breathed, Spencer caught me before I fell over and everything went dark.
***
I wake up feeling sick and groggy. What the hell happened to me? Where the hell am I? And why the hell do I feel like I've been hit by a bus? Filled with hippos. And elephants. And whales. And anything else big that you can think of.
I look around and find myself handcuffed to a chair with my right hand. My right leg was elevated and had pillows stuffed around it. My left leg is tied the base of the chair. What the fuck is going on? Where am I? What am I doing here? What happened to me? Why am I tied up? What if their boss or Spencer's uncle or whoever he is, is right and I was kidnapped again! But I was with Spencer! But what if Spencer actually works against his dad! Oh my gosh, what if! When I get out of this mess, I'm totally taking this to Hollywood!
I love the fact you thought 'when!'
But I am getting out of this!
You're freaking tied to a chair!
But I'm still getting out of this!
Sure you are Courtney. Sure you are.
My argument with myself gets interrupted when I hear voices. And both of them I recognise instantly. What the actual fuck?
***
Sorry for the incredible shortness (it's my new favourite word) of this chapter. At the moment, I'm sitting in the middle of a shopping centre, having a doughnut and a milkshake, while nearly everybody from my old school stares at me. Sorry, but that's the reason it's so short, but I think I did pretty well to get it over 1000 words.
Where do you think Courtney is? Is Spencer going behind the Mafia's back? Who were the two voices Courtney recognised?
- Bethany xxx
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