Montrose Academy

Chapter Twenty-Seven

"My heart feels like it can't stop beating or it's about to shut down on me."

Allie's Point of View

Fluttering my eyes open I was met with a dark room with my hands tied behind my back and my feet bound to a chair. The room was completely dark and I could barely make out my surroundings.

Struggling against the ropes, I tried to break free but no such luck. I felt weak and used. I attempted to make a starbolt but nothing. I- I was powerless. Great...

Suddenly I heard footsteps coming towards me.

"Well well it's about time you woke up." A man with a deep voice announced crudely. I felt him circle me and then come back in front of me. In a flash, he clutched my face in his large hand harshly, "You were a real bitch to catch you know that? But you are something else. Boss didn't tell us that you were a doll." He snickered.

"Get the hell of off me." I snapped at him.

"Ah ah ah. Defiance isn't taken lightly here. You wanna know what happens when you get me angry?" He rasped.

"Go to hell." I spat in his face and then I felt the hard impact of his hand slap me.

"Stupid bitch! Who do you-"

"Enough!" A voice snapped. He must have turned on the lights on. They were wearing black attire from head to toe but on their neck was a distinct tattoo: a snake slithering towards their ear.

"Who- who are you? What do you want with me?" I called out. The guy who entered had a thick cigar between his lips. Coming towards me, he bent at the waist and his face was in line with mine. His eyes were grey and he removed the cigar from his mouth. I gulped. He blew the smoke into my face and I started choking on it.

A dark chuckle came from him. "To tell you the truth, little girl. We don't know what the boss wants with you. We are merely completing orders." His voice had a Cuban accent. I had grown up with the accent living around me.

"But I must say, if the boss is looking to keep you for company he sure knows how to pick them." He chortled and the other man followed suit.

I wanted to cry. I was dead. Where was Justin? Why hadn't he figured out where I was? I was a goner. My life was going to end any minute now.

I closed my eyes and I prayed.

Please God, please don't let me die. I beg you.

Justin's Point of View

An hour after Allie had been kidnapped, Headmistress Huntington and guards had shown up. One of the guards had the power to wipe out the witnesses's memory.

"I want this figured out as quickly as possible and unknown to normals. We have to find her before whoever took her inflicts her pain or worse." She explained. The guards nodded and went to work. They got security cameras from the parking lot and nearby streets.

"We'll find her Justin. Don't worry." She consoled, rubbing my shoulder soothingly.

"Don't worry? She could be dead already and I don't know it. I don't know where she is or what condition she is. My heart feels like it can't stop beating or it's about to shut down on me." I cried, "I just- I just want her in my arms again. Back safe in my arms."

Headmistress embraced me like my mother would and I cried. I hadn't cried in what seemed a long time but I felt weak and powerless.

Where are you Allie? I hope you're safe. I will find you. I swear and when I find out who was behind this I'll kill them for even laying a finger on you. I promise.