Jenny's pov

There are now a lot of cops around me. Trying to get information out of me like 'Where is the house you were in?' ' How old they are' and many other things. I forgot to look at the address because I'm an idiot.

" Can you tell us your surroundings when you were running here?" One of the cops ask. " No , I'm sorry , I should have been looking , but I just has true tunnel vision" I say and I put my head down and I look at my lap.

" It's okay, we will try to look at traffic cams to see if we see you on there and find out where you came from" a lady cops says and then leaves and goes to her office.

" May I use the bathroom?" I ask. " Sure , its back there and to your left" the cop says and I get up and I head to the bathroom.

I open the door and I start humming the song I always hum. It's a the little mermaid song. Part of your world. It's my favorite Disney song of all time.

I stop dead in my tracks. Because a man comes out of one of the stalls. It's Nick....

How the hell did they find me?????

" Hey" Nick smirks and does a creepy ass wave with his fingers. He comes over to me and grabs my arm before I can run and scream. He covers my mouth. He pushes me out a window and I fall right on my head and I land on my back. Fuck!!! fuck!!!!! Owwww my neck! Crap! Crap! Crap!!

I lay there holding my neck in pain. I hear nick land next to me. He grabs my arm and pulls me up. " Stop it , you stupid pathetic idiot, you hurt my neck" I cry and I pull away from his grip. " Wait... really?" He asked like I'm lying or something. " Yes really!" I yell at him still holding my neck.

" okay, don't move it" nick says and grabs my head and he holds it still. " Lift up your head please" he says and I follow his instructions. " You better know what you're doing" I say and we start walking.

I see Grant outside of the van. He smirks at me but now he realized what is going on. He has a worried face and he races over to us. " What the hell happen?" He asked panicked. " I pushed her out of the window not realizing she would land on her head and hurt her neck" Nick explains. " okay get her in the van" grant orders.

We drive back to the house. The reason why I'm not putting up a fight is because I'm in too much pain and I kind of don't want to die if my neck snaps or something in general bad happens.

They help me out of the car and they bring me to the couch. " Why are you being so nice?" I ask.

" Because we are nice people obviously" Nick snickers.

" Hence the people who killed a lot of people" I say and roll my eyes.

" Alright whatever kiddo" Dylan laughs.

It's turns out my neck is just fine, I just strained it in the fall.

" Wanna do something fun?" Grant asked me.

" Nah, I'm good, I'm just gonna lay here and think about how my life could have been completely different , If you fucking idiots never freaking kidnapped me!!" I yell the last two words.

" Wanna kill some people?" Grant says. Sounds like he is joking but at the same time he is really wanting to.

I drop my mouth at him. " Are you serious right now?"

" Yes , of coarse I'm serious, when I kill people, I get a sense of release" he smiles at me.

" How about I kill you!!" I yell and lunge right at him and we both fall to the ground and I start chocking him. " You.are.fucking.insane!!" I yell again. He punches me square in the face and I fall off of him and I hold my face in pure pain.

" Let's go sweetheart " he grabs one of my legs and starts dragging me. I try to hold onto a wall but he is way too strong for me and my grip literally sucks so my hands fall right off the wall and he continues to drag me. " Where the hell are you taking me?!" I cry.

" The room!" He laughs and we go into a dark room. It was the same room where they basically tortured me in. Fuck me.

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