Daddy Hemmings

Chapter 23

My eyes slowly open with a yawn.

Wait a minute...

My hands, my mouth, even my ankles..

Everything is free, I can move.

Looking below me sitting up slightly, I notice a pillow and a blanket draped over me.

I try to remember last nights events, the mac n cheese. The way he looked at me.

My thoughts are suddenly broken.

"You're awake?" His voice rings through the air.

I simply nod.

"Are you hungry or thirsty at all?" He straddled a backwards chair in front of me.

"Not at the moment thank you." He nods to my response and starts to get up.

"Why?" I quickly stop him.

He sits back down. "Why what?"

Unable to speak I just look down to gather my thoughts into words.

"If your referring to the blanket and pillow, it would be pretty mean to just leave ya tied up now wouldn't it?" He chuckled seeming amused.

"Well I dunno much about kidnappings but you seem too nice to be a kidnapper." I sit up fully crossing my legs.

"Ouch are you saying I'm a bad kidnapper?" He closes his eyes and puts his hand over his heart.

"Hmmm, pretty much" I smirk at him.

"Well that sucks, I'll try to be harsher on you then" He raises an eyebrow.

"Oh no you don't have to do that, trust me" Now he's worrying me.

He gets up and walks over to me kneeling right in front of me. Now that he's this close I can get a better look at his eyes, they're actually a gorgeous goldy colour. The kind that entrance you.

"What are you-" He cut me off by pushing his hand over my mouth.

He searched my terrified eyes for a minute before chuckling and standing once more.

"That was...evil" I glare at him.

"That was...the point" He mocks me winking. "What were you gonna ask anyway? Why.."

"Why am I actually here" I looked into my lap saying the words.

I was too scared for a bad reaction.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that one either..anything that starts with a who, what, why, where, when or how is probably off limits I'm afraid" He spoke smoothly.

"Even where is the bathroom?" I say with an innocent smile pasted on my face.

"Yup" He turns to walk away.

"Hey, wait what!?" I call after him in panic.

"Just kidding, it's over there" He gestures to a closed door. "But seriously, no more questions yet."

"I'll try, it's kinda in my nature" I smile guiltily.

He chuckles. "Okay well I'm going out for a bit, I'll be home soon, don't be any trouble would ya? So just stay put and read or something yea? Oh and there's food and drinks in the mini fridge over there if you want anything okay?" he gestures to a mini fridge.

"Okay, I guess" I look over at the fridge.

"Alright see you later then" He leaves just like that.

"Bye to you too" I whisper to myself.

Why am I being so trusting of this guy, I literally know nothing about him. Not even what he looks like.

Oh my gosh how could I even forget about the boys? What are they doing right now? Where are they? Are they okay?

Calum's POV

I don't think any of us really got any sleep. I like her, a lot and her being missing messed with my head. Same for Ashton and it didn't help that everyone was mad at him all night, that can't feel good. Then there's poor Luke who's devastated that something like this happened. And then there's Mikey who thinks of Ash as a sister, they're so close. I'm pretty sure he cried a lot last night, his cheeks are stained this morning and he has big bags under his eyes.

Nobody even says anything during breakfast, it's just silent. It's sad. She was the life of everything we did.

"Where would she go?" Luke mutters to himself.

Nobody knows just how to answer.

The whole day is just full of silence, sad faces and searching anywhere, and everywhere.

Ashley's POV

It feels weird to be so free yet so trapped. Almost reminds me of back at the orphanage.

I wish he left me some sort of music or something.

Suddenly there's a loud thud coming from where he left earlier.

Startled, I back up waiting for him to return.

"Get back" He yells running up to me.

"What's?-" He cuts me off tackling me to the ground.

He cups my mouth and drags us under a covered table motioning to be quiet.

"Find him!" Another voice yells as several sets of footsteps come storming in.

I give my 'kidnapper' worried eyes as he continues to usher me to be silent.

I can't see to well due to the utter darkness but I can see that his cap is barely on, and the bandanna is gone revealing the rest of his face.

"Check the table" The voice shouted again.

"Shit" My kidnapper mutters. "Run, as fast as you can, I'll be right behind you."

Before I have time to react I'm pushed out from under the table.

Shots are fired. Literally.

A quick scream escapes my mouth before I run for the door. A clammy hand grips onto my arm.

"No" I shout trying to break free before several more hands are on me.

The chaos of flying bullets, shouting, and the intense mood make it extremely hard to focus.

That's when I saw him, lunging for the guys holding me back.

His facial features standing out.

Light stubble sprinkling his chin, his lips, his smooth skin, his jawline, his piercing eyes.

I jump at the sound of metal on metal as the last guy holding me in a death grip pulls out a knife.

"Watch out" I yell, but I'm too late.

A strong thump is received to the back of my head causing me to black out instantly.

Hey  yalll

Oh my Goodnessssss 22k reads, dayum you guys are amazing. I hope yall are doin good. Imma try to update more again sorry it took me so long, this book is almost done and then there mighttt be a sequel :P To be confirmed.

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