Love at First Tweet

Chapter Nineteen

Isabella's POV**

Is it Janine? Who could be this person? I thought Janine was dealt with; she’s in a mental hospital. It has to be her, right? Who else could it be? I’m scared, and confused. I have to tell someone. I don’t know what to do. If I do go, I might get kidnapped or worse.

I was alone in my room sitting on my bed. I looked down at my phone. I decided to call Niall, he’ll know what to do…I think. I looked at the clock, it was 5 o’clock pm. I have to meet this person at 8.

“Niall?” I spoke into the phone.

“Yeah?” He replied. He seemed worried, and he should be.

“I need to talk to you, right now,” I said sternly.

“I’ll be right over,” He said and I hung up. I was so anxious. I got up and walked into the living room, waiting for Niall. I heard a knock at the door and opened it. “Are you okay? Is everything okay?” Niall walked inside and I closed the door. I took him to the couch and gave him my phone. I showed him the message and his face turned pale. “Why didn’t you show me this earlier?” He looked at me.

“I didn’t want to bring it up at breakfast, and I didn’t know if I should tell anyone. I’m scared,” I looked down at my hands.

“You should’ve told me. You should’ve told us when you got it,” He ran his fingers through his hair.

I wanted to cry. I had to hide back the tears, I had to be strong. This is what they want. They want me to be weak, but I can’t. We have to find out who this is or something bad will happen.

“I’m sor-sorry,” I choked on my words.

“You’re not going,” He stated.

“What? I have to! They will give the picture out unless I go,” I explained.

“I don’t care. They might hurt you; I won’t let anyone hurt you,”

“Okay, I won’t go,” I told him. I can’t believe I just lied to my boyfriend. But I’m doing it for him because if this picture got out then his career would practically be ruined. And so would my life…

“Good,” He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek. “I have to get ready for the concert tonight, do you want to come?”

“No, I don’t really think I feel that well,” I told him.

“Well, I hope you feel better, babe,” He kissed me before he got up and left. I frowned and buried my head into my knees. I can’t believe I’m doing this. What if Niall is right and they kidnap me? Then Niall will find I lied to him. He’ll hate me.

Better safe that not, right? I got up and got ready. I put on some denim shorts and a t-shirt. I put on tennis shoes incase I did actually have to run from something. I found some pepper spray and put it in my side pocket. I looked up 426 Wakefield Rd on google maps, but…

It didn’t exist.

What the hell! How am I supposed to go there if the damn road doesn’t even exist?

It was almost 8 and I was freaking out. My heart was pounding, the picture is going to be leaked…It’s all my fault! Damn it!

“Hello,” I heard someone speak from behind. I froze. Oh my god. I turned around slowly. It was an older man. He walked closer and I grabbed my pepper spray but he knocked it out of my hand. Tears rolled down my face, I was terrified. I didn’t know what to do.

“What…do you want…” I asked, my voice was shaky.

“My sweet…sweet daughter is locked up because of you,” He growled. He was Janine’s father. What? The next thing I could think of, I kicked him in the balls. The groaned and fell to the ground. I ran outside and into my car. I got in and started to drive. The man was ran to his car and drove after me. I immediately called 911 and put the phone up to my ear.

All of a sudden, an arm reached from behind me and started to choke me. My arm went every which way to get free but it was useless. My phone flew to the back of the car. No! I struggled to get air, but I was trapped. My heart was pounding, my vision was blurry. The next thing I knew, my car flipped up in the air. My stomach dropped. Everything was in slow motion. The pair of arms released me and my head slammed against the steering wheel. I tried to scream, but nothing was coming out.

The car landed on its back. Everything was blurry. I heard two people talk from outside my car. “You made her crash the damn car!” I heard the familiar voice of the man.

“I didn’t mean to!” It was a woman. Then I heard them drive off.

Why does this always happen to me? I didn’t do anything to deserve this. The last thing I heard before I blacked out were police sirens. 

ATTENTION (PLEASE READ):

Helloooo everyone! After so long I finally updated! 

Could you guys please check out my new story Intriguing? It would mean alot, I haven't made a cover yet :/ 

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-Kenziieeee