Forever || magcon

Chapter 17

~Nash's POV~

Me and Casey had fallen asleep. I woke up the next morning. She wasn't in bed. I got up and looked for my shirt. I found it on the floor and I put it on. I guess she changed. I put my pants on and walked into the bathroom. She wasn't there. I opened the bedroom door and heard her talking to someone downstairs.

I walked down the stairs and saw her on the phone. Her eyes were puffy, but she didn't look too upset. I walked up to her and gave her a hug.

"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked.

"Nash! Its Brittany! She's been missing ever since the party! PLEASE! The cops called me because I know her and stuff but they think she was kidnapped."

"Brittany? Are you sure? Did you try calling her phone? Maybe she's just at someone else's house or ran away with some guy." I said trying to make her feel better. At this point, anything was better than her being kidnapped.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right. I mean, she has run away before. She is always getting into trouble. She might even still be in town. I'll text her now." She said. Her eyes filled with hope as she wrote the message. She sent it and she was getting a little figity. She wouldn't sit still. I knew that something had happnened, and I just know the person that did it.

~Brittany's POV~

"HELP HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could, but my voice was cracked and dry. I was tgirsty and needed some water. I was tied up to a wooden chair. It was very incomfortable. I couldn't see anything but a figure sitting at a table. They were more like siliouttes. He stood up. I started crying. I knew he had taken this too far.

"Brittany. Brittany. Brittany." He said. I felt myself trembling with fear. "It would be such a shame to see you have to go because you couldn't fufill my needs." His voice deep and rough.

"What needs?!" I spat.

"Well. There is your little friend Casey. Who is mine. and she's with that shitty friend of hers. What's his name. Oh right, NASH! Yes well about their 'relationship' I think it needs to end." He said calmly. His figure was more visible. He was talk and muscular. He looked my age, maybe a year or two older.

"Why should I help you! Nash and Casey are perfect together. Nash's a good influence. Unlike some people!" I said referring to him. He looked at me. His face was only a few inches away from mine. He looked at me with rage and anger.

"I will hurt you so bad, that you probably won't be able to go to another party in your life again." He said.

"Well it's not like I care!" I said.

"OH REALLY?" He pulled out a knife. It was really sharp and pointy. It was longer than just a regular steak knife and thicker too. He put it up to my neck and he brushed it back and forth on my skin. He could slit my throat in an instant.

"Fine." I said. "I'll help you! Just promise me one thing, don't tell anyone about this! Especially Casey!" I said.

"Alright. So we have ourselves a deal. I knew you would be interested." He said with a slight smile. He walked away laughing an evil type laugh.

"Are you gonna let me go?" I asked.

"When I feel like it." He said from accross the room. There was no light left in the room after I had heard the door shut behind him.

I closed my eyes and squeezed them shut, trying to remember who he was. He could be Trevor, or her ex. I remember her telling me about her ex and how he's really insane and how she ran away from him. What was his name? Collin, Chris . . . CALEB.