Young Love {SEQUEL}

Chapter 4

(A/N: Things may get a bit vulgar.... of course I won't let it be crazy bad because I'm a little innocent marshmallow)

"SOMEBODY HELP!!!!" Maya screams, banging anything she can get her hands on against the walls.

She also tries digging into the cement with her fingertips until they bleed, unable to cope with being alone or trapped within a small room like some sort of animal.

It isn't until she gives up and is resting on the couch when the mysterious man comes in for the list of things Maya needs.

"A framed picture of your daughter?" He asks and she nods weakly.

"That's it?"

"Yes." She tells him and he places the list down on the counter and pulls her up, forcing her to lean against him.

He smirks and she closes her eyes painfully, "Please, all I want is to see her." She whispers.

She whimpers as he runs his hand up her shirt, which aggravates him and he abruptly kicks her down.

He looks around with disgust, "This place looks horrible."

She remains on the floor, saying nothing as he walks passed her and exits, locking the door behind him.

~

"I'm taking pictures for the school yearbook, may I take one of you?" A grown man asks and
Elise furrows her brows, "I don't think you're for my school." 

"Trust me kid, I've seen you around before." He says and she shakes her head, "I don't know... there are a lot of white little blonde girls in America."

"Please, let me just take a picture..." He begs and she sighs, "Are you a pervert?"

"What? No!" He exclaims and she still gives him an unsure look.

He kneels down and grabs her by the shoulder, "Listen kid, let me take a fucking picture of you and I'll give you five dollars."

"HELP HE'S TRYING TO RA-" she starts to scream but he covers her mouth.

"If I get arrested, your mom dies." He says and that shuts her up.

"My mom already is dead...." Elise tells him softly and he shakes his head, "Your daddy tricked everyone, he always was good at that. Lying, cheating, all the bad things. Has Lucas told you anything about him?"

"No." She replies softly and he chuckles, "Well because Lucas thinks your daddy, Nathan, killed your mommy."

"But she's not dead?" She asks on the brink of tears.

"Nope." He tells her and she frowns, looking over at his big scary vehicle and then back at him.

"Okay, for mommy, you can take a picture of me." Elise plasters on a fake smile and he takes the picture before she runs away.

~

"Do you have the authority to question me?" The ex-hostess asks Zay.

Zay shakes his head no, but Travis smirks, "We don't, but I do have a friend, Zachary Blake, who just so happened to buy drugs from you the other day, and I'm sure you don't want to get caught.... by some sort of blabbermouth."

"Welcome to my home," Jake invites, opening his door with confidence now that Maya's gone.

Travis stays upstairs while Zay travels down to the basement, pulling out his phone and taking pictures of what seems like a habitable area for another human being.

He finds a hairbrush and takes a hair from it and places it in a plastic bag and shoves it in his pocket. When he returns, he nods to Travis and Travis grabs Jake and handcuffs him, "Mr, Ladon, you are under arrest for the possession of drugs and the possible kidnapping of Maya Hart."

"Who do you think you are?" Jake asks and Travis shoves Jake into his car, "You have the right to remain silent."

Zay sits in the passenger seat and they drive cheerfully back to the prison.

~

"Okay Finely, your suitcase is packed, Faith, your suitcase is packed, Farkle your suitcase is packed... what am I missing?" Riley asks herself aloud.

Farkle chuckles as he walks over to his wife, "Your suitcase?"

She nods, "Can you pack that for me and I'll pack stuff for Maya?"

They both go silent for a second and she sighs, "I think we should change our dog's name." Riley tells him and he nods in agreement.

"We can call it um.... Reagan." He tells her and Riley furrows her brows, "After Ronald Reagon?"

"Exactly." He responds, "Also I think I should pack the dogs suitcase and you should pack your own." He suggests and she agrees silently.

When they shove everything they need into their car and drive quickly towards the airport, "WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" Riley shouts.

The dog, sensing her owners alarm, hops into Rileys lap in the passenger seat and covers her face in slobber, as reassurance.

The dog is put in a cage and they all aboard the plane, on their way to Texas.