Silence

Part four: true fear

It has been three days. Three long, horrible days. My heart aches and my head throbs. I'm terrified. But I can't tell anyone that.
I haven't heard a word from her and I'm losing my mind slowly. Every morning is bland and empty and I'm losing myself. No one has heard from her. No one is doing anything. No one. Every time my phone vibrates my heart beats faster than I fell in love with her. It's never her though. I'm sitting through another hellish day when I get the text I didn't know I was waiting for.

From Her xx:
So. Are you scared yet?

I had no idea what this meant but whoever this was wasn't going to break me

From me:
Not even close. Where is she?

From Her xx:
I'm right here sweet boy. I've been right here all along.

From me:
I don't know who you are but I have every intention of finding out. And when I do you're as good as dead.

From Her xx:
So is she.

My heart leapt into my throat and I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I wrote a pass and walked calmly out of the room and to the practice room. I sat at the piano and played the song I had written for her. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. She was so happy. More importantly, she was with me. I could see her. I knew she was okay.
Buzz
I picked up my phone and was immediately repulsed by what I saw. I threw my phone against the wall and with a crash in landed as hard as my heart was breaking. The image I saw was burned into my brain and I knew how serious this was becoming.

There she was. My beautiful best friend. Pale. Cold. Crying. Tears streaming down her face. Her exciting eyes were dull and empty. Her small hands were tied across her chest and her clothes were ripped.

My hands shook as I paced back and forth. I picked up my phone. The game had begun and I had every intention of winning.

From me:
What do you want from me? I'll do anything. Just don't hurt her.

From Her xx:
It is much too late for that sweet boy.

The next image I received was another picture of her. Except now there was a large man holding her against him. He was gripping her waist tightly. Her shirt was practically ripped off of her body and her arms were bruised and bloodied. She looked so fragile and scared. I didn't want to know what they had done to her.

From me:
what do you want?

From Her xx:
I want you to be afraid.