Mr. Mendes//S.M.

Chapter Twentynine - I think I also need lunch.

Shawn's POV
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I wake up. I open my eyes and look around me. There is an ivy connected to my arm, and I hear beeping. I turn my head and see a monitor with my heart rate on it. I look around to see that I am in a hospital bed and a gown. What happened? A nurse in a white outfit comes in and writes something on her clipboard.

"E-excuse me m-miss? Can you tell me what happened?" I ask her and she looks at me with a nice smile.

"You had a heart attack. The police officers said you trying to tell them something about a...kidnapping." She says, and my mind wanders.

A heart attack?  Why would that happen? I don't understand. I walked in and I tried to tell them and I...ohhh. I see. The nurse scribbles something on her clipboard, then shines a smile.

"The doc will be in to check on you in a moment." She says, before walking out, I swear I saw her wink at me. Ew.

"Ok. Thank you." I say before she exits.

Everything is so weird. And I am totally freaking out. I want her back. Melony was missing, and I needed to find her. I knew exactly who had her. I would just have to go to the police station and have them look up his name. Melony was my world, and I can't live without her. I don't know what Zayn was going to do to her, but I was afraid she would get hurt.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and I don't know how I could've just let her slip out of my grasp. All of our memories replay in my mind. The time when she put toothpaste on my face. The time when I tickled her till she laughed so hard, she couldn't breathe. Then I would cuddle her till she fell asleep, I would hold her when she cried. All of this makes me happy.

I hear my heart monitor beep faster, and try to calm down. I blush to myself. My heart raced at the thought of her. Wow. Now I know how she feels. I need to find a way out of her. I use my free hand to try and disconnect the ivy. When its out, I pull off the thin blanket on top of me. Then I find a small window on the wall. I close the blinds on the other wall and open the window. I find my cell phone and my wallet, on the nightstand.

I find my clothes piled next to the bed. I slip into them and put my shoes on. I climb through the window and step out. Thankfully they put me on the first floor. I step on the grass and turn around. I quietly close the window and hope that I got away with it alive. I walk across the lawn and find my jeep parked in the back. Someone must have taken it.

I get into my jeep and find my keys sitting in the cupholder. I start the ignition and drive off. I go down the street to the police department. When I get in, I pull myself together. I walk up to the front desk, and the computer lady looks up at me, and she bites her lip. I guess cause she thinks I look good. I know. A lot of people do. But I love Melony.

"Hello. I need to report a kidnapping." I say, my voice shaky.

"Sure. Do you have an address?" The lady asks me, frowning.

"No. But I have a name." I say back, and she looks down at her computer.

"Can you tell me?"

"Zayn Milak."

"Spell the last name please."

"M-i-l-a-k." I spell out, as she quickly types on her keyboard.

"Thank you. We will report it to the police." She says and I frown.

"Can't you guys find him now?" I say sternly, and she looks up at me.

"No. We need to wait at least 48 hours to find addresses. Do you know who was kidnapped?" She says, and I want to smash something.

"Melony Adams," I say.

"Thank you." She says and smiles.

"Can we find her? Please?" I say concerned.

"Sir. I'm sorry, but we don't have enough time." She says, and I feel anger fill up in me.

"Please, look up something. I NEED INFORMATION!!" I yell, and I feel everyone's attention on me.

"Sir, please calm down. We are doing everything we can." She says, and I can't take it anymore. I need her back.

"PLEASE. I NEED HER BACK! SHE IS MY GIRLFRIEND!" I yell, and Everyone looks at me. I have a tear running down my face, and anger filling up inside me. I need her back.

Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She says, and I turn on my heel. I walk out of the front door, in complete frustration.

I need Melony back, she was everything to me, and if she was gone for any longer, I think I would have to go find her myself. I think I also need lunch.
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Melony's POV
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Its been forever. I am hungry as hell, and I need food. I feel everything getting blurry, just as Zayn comes down with something in his hands. He has a bag of food. He sits the bag down next to me, and I can just feel my mouth water. He slowly unties my hands and takes the cloth from my mouth, so I can eat. He opens the bag and pulls out two burgers, a large fry, and a drink. He also pulls out an apple pie.

He hands me the burger and nods his head. I open the box and take a bite. When I swallow, I get the drink and wash it down. As I continue to eat, I start at my fries but realize I'm not hungry anymore. I take a few more sips of my drink and put it down.

"Can I save this for later?" I ask, scared as hell that he won't let me.

"Sure. I will check on you in a couple hours." He says, and I can't believe how nice he is being. He had me tied up, and now I have food for later. Wow.

He ties my hands back up but doesn't put the cloth back in my mouth. Its been a long time since school, I can tell you that. It's probably sometime in the morning. Right as he gets up, I motion for him to stop.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, but no words come out.

"I-I think I'm gonna be sick," I say, and a wave of nausea washes over me.

I try to hold it in, but I can't. Zayn runs to the other side of the room and grabs a bucket. He hurries over to me, and I lean my head inside it. I let it out, and feel horrible. At least I know one thing.

Day three, pregnant. Day one, kidnapped.

He takes the bucket, and I frown. He doesn't look in it but takes it upstairs.

"I'm sorry Zayn, for anything that has made you this way," I say, knowing full well that I shouldn't be sorry, let alone for this. I should be the one that is forgiving. Not the one that is sorry.

"Uh, ok. I guess." He says, as he smirks at me, and takes the pail upstairs.

I bob my head down and keep it there. I am worried, scared, angry, and so many other things that make me want to punch Zayn in the face or just hug and forgive him. Neither of which will help my fat little butt. I bet my baby will have the big butt and the lies that I seem to have. Oh well. I tried.
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