Chapter Six

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~POV changes to Tori~

"Annie?" I asked no one in particular, as I walked into the living room. She wasn't anywhere.

I thought she was in the bathroom, but if she was in there I would have heard something.

But the apartment was silent.

She couldn't be in her room, because I was just in there.

She couldn't be in my room because she would have been making noise.

I couldn't see her anywhere.

"Annie?" I asked again, knowing there wouldn't be an answer.

I saw the window still had the sticky note on it. I read it.

"Look Outside? What's that supposed to mean?"

I looked outside the window. I saw Annie.

"What are you DOING out here?"

I was too stupid to notice that her hands and legs were tied together, and her mouth was duct taped shut.

"Is anyone around?" I whispered.

She nodded.

"Where are they?"

she moved her head to point down.

"Down a level?"

She nodded again.

"Okay, hold on."

I explained to her - very quietly - that all she had to do was carefully, slowly, and quietly scoot over inch by inch until she was close enough to the window so I could pull her in again. 

It took about 5 minutes, but she was finally underneath the window.

I pulled her in really quickly.

Those 3 months at the gym really paid off.

I closed the window, then shut the blinds. I took her into the bathroom, where there were no windows so nobody could watch us.

"When I rip this tape off you better start talking," I said, cutting the ropes that tied her legs and arms together. 

"Alright, I'm going to rip off the tape when I reach one. Understand?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Okay. 3, 2, 1!" I said, as I ripped off the tape.

"Oww!" She yelled, as she playfully smacked my arm.

"Hey, I just saved your freaking LIFE. You better thank me."

"Thanks Tori."

"You're welcome. Now, I need answers!"

"Okay so you know how I sent you to my room, right?"

"Yeah..." I nodded.

"So right as I was about to snatch the post it note, something grabbed my arm..."

"Credit Card People?"

"Yeah..."

"Poor thing! Alright. Here's what we're going to do."


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