the boy next door

Chapter 20: Doomed

Justin's POV:

It's been a week since Ashley and I last spoke. I was getting worried, but I didn't think most of it. Maybe her and her mom and brother found a place to go on vacation, and she hasn't had time to check her phone. I breathed and tried to calm myself down as I walked onto the plane, wanting to get home as soon as possible.

After our flight, we went to the baggage claim, and my dad waited for our baggage to arrive, while my mom and I waited in the seats by it. I yawned, and scrolled through my camera roll, admiring the pictures of Ashley and I. I smiled, I miss her so much. Right when I was about to scroll to the next picture, my mom gasped, putting her hand over her mouth in shock, tears forming in her eyes.

"Mom what happened? Are you okay?" I sat up, staring at my mom in confusion and worry. She sobbed into her palms before turning to me. "I-I'm so sorry Justin. I'm so sorry." she choked, causing my heart to break. My dad walked over with all the luggage, worry flushing over his face. "Pattie? What's wrong sweetie-" "Ashley. It's Ashley. She was kidnapped. They still haven't found her and it's been a week-"

I felt my heart stop, as I fell to my knees, shaking my head. "No-no. I-I promised her. I was gonna protect her. Fuck." I rasped, tears rolling down my cheeks. Before saying another word, I sprinted out the doors, calling for a taxi, and drove home alone, calling Lisa and asking what had happened and when was the last time she saw her. I clenched my jaw, listening to Lisa cry over the phone, and I shook my head in denial. "I think I know who did this." I growled.

Ashley's POV:

I don't know. I don't know where I am. I don't know what day it is. I don't know what time it is. I just don't know. I was tied to a chair, in a dark room, metal walls surrounding me. My hands and feet were burning from the rope while my head ached from how much I've been crying, my mascara was probably smudged all over my face and eyes.

I hadn't slept at all every since I got here. My eyes were always half closed, but I couldn't close them. I was scared-more like terrified for my life. I looked down at the plates of food from the previous days, I haven't eaten anything ever since I got here.

I heard the metal door open, but I kept my eyes on the floor, not wanting to see who it was. "Can you just fucking eat already." Matt snapped. I ignored him, my body weak from even answering. "You're gonna die, is that what you want?" That's when I looked up at him, my expression remaining blank.

"Maybe it is what I want. It's probably the only way I'll get out of here-" I replied hoarsely. Before I could finish, he slapped me cross my face, causing the back of my eyes start to pinch again. He grabbed my chin, his jaw twitching in anger. "Don't you fucking sass me again you little bitch, do you understand me?" he growled venomously, his voice strict and to the point causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

I swallowed hard, not saying a word. "I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" he shouted, causing a tear roll down my cheek. "Yes." I whimpered. He stood back up, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Good. Now be a good girl and finish your food before I come back." he smirked, walking away before stopping and turning back around, facing me.

"Unless you want me to deal this another way," he bit his lip before turning back around and closing the door behind him. My eye twitched at his words, my legs shaking with fear, the memories from the first day I got here flooding through my head.

"P-please!" I cried. I was carried by Zak, the other three guys following behind us. They put their thumb on a flat screen, and soon it started to beep, as the door started to open. It was a small metal room, with a chair in the center. Zak placed me onto the chair, as the two other guys tied my legs and arms together. I yelped at the burn of the rope.

"Welcome to your new room." Matt walked in last, smiling at me. I shook my head before speaking. "N-no. Justin's gonna find me. He will kill you. Slowly, and painfully." I growled through my teeth. "Aw how cute." Matt laughed, walking closer to me and bending down to my height. "You think Justin's gonna find you? Think again babe."

"Don't fucking call me that." I spat. "And why not babe?" he teased. I pulled my lips inside my mouth, and soon spit into his face. "That's why." I spat. "You fucking bitch. You're gonna pay." he growled. He grabbed duct tape and placed it over my mouth. "And I know just the way." he smirked, causing my stomach to churn.

"Knock yourself out Zak. She's all yours." As all the other guys left, Zak came behind me, biting and sucking my neck, marking me behind. "MHHHH!" I muffled a scream. "Sorry baby girl, but no ones gonna hear you." he whispered into my ear, as he forced himself onto me.

He placed sloppy wet kisses down my neck, and unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to push him off of me, but it's pretty difficult when both you're legs and arms are tied behind a chair. I felt the back of my eyes pinch, a tear rolled down my cheek, trying to hold back a sob from escaping my lips.

To this point I was left with only a bra on and panties on, my leggings rolled down to my feet and my shirt on the back of the chair, still on my arms. He placed more kisses down on my breasts, biting and sucking on them as well. I couldn't do anything. I had no energy left in my body. I had no power. He could rape me right here right now. I couldn't stop him.

The rest of the night was a blur, all I remember was that I was completely exposed and naked, screaming in pain when he thrusted into me.

I snapped out of my daydream, realizing I had been crying. My head was throbbing, and I groaned in pain. My legs were still sore from that night, and I was terrified. I just wanted to go home, be homeschooled, and have Justin there with me at all times. But he wasn't here, and I felt that I was going to go insane. I was stuck in this small metal room, with nothing but me, and the rotting food on the floor, that I supposedly had to eat unless I wanted to get raped again.

What if I'm never found? What if the police give up on finding me? What if they stop searching? What if Justin forgets about me? What if he moves on? No he wouldn't...right?
Being stuck alone in a cramped room, brought more and more what-if ideas to my head, causing me to break down more and more, my sobs echoing in the dead silent room.