Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 4~

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"Why the hell are they here?!" I practically screamed. He pushed me backwards. I watched as he pushed the two people into the back room. Vanessa and Mark to be exact. Va-nes-sa and Ma-rk....I pushed myself up off the floor as everyone came back into the room.

"Aww. Is someone's prince not here to help her?" Mark said with a smirk on his smug little face.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, Mark, or I'll slap it off." I said in disgust.

"I'd love to see you try, princess." He said bitterly. I watched as Vanessa stood in her leather black skinny jeans, purple tank top, and black vans. The outfit would've been cute minus the slutty tank top. And by minus it..I meant pick a different shirt! Her arms were crossed and her brown straight hair was laying over her shoulders. She smiled at me. But not one of those "How's your day been? Would you like some tea?" kind of smiles but the smile that goes "I hope you die in a cellar and get malled by tigers."

"So much for that plan!" The man in the mask shouted.

"Oh shut up. You think she wouldn't have figured it out by tomorrow. It's not like this is an escape route for her." Vanessa said, making it clear that since she was the top women here both men would shut up and listen to her. But in all honestly, I still didn't know who the man in the mask was. I surely wasn't telling them that though. Eventually he could cut this stupid act and show his face. No sooner than I thought that did he pull his mask off. I widened my eyes and then squinted them a little, shaking my head.

"Troy!! I should've known! You always try to act like this saint but you aren't one!" I shouted at him. He smirked at me and chuckled.

"Is this a joke to you?!" I shouted.

"It's funny watching you get so mad."

"You hated blaze! You let me go! You let me go with James! And now you just...kidnap me!?"

"Aww dear. Blaze was too weak. He didn't know what misery was."

"You're sick! You are a sick, twisted, malicious person!"

"Why thank you dear."

I glared at him and ran as fast as I could to the door. I swung the door open but Troy came and swung me over his shoulder. I screamed as he threw me roughly on the wooden chair. He grabbed my cheeks and held my head up to look at him.

"Listen. To. Me." He said grimly. "I won't put up with this. I will kill you. I will kill James. I will be 20 times as bad as Blaze. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." I said glaring at him. He forcefully let go of my face and walked over to mark and Vanessa.

"Son of a bit-"

"Would you like to finish that sentence Ms. Cassidy?" Troy said interrupting me.

"I'd actually love to." I said. Which obviously was a big mistake since he turned around and slapped me in face. He pulled me up by my hair and pushed me towards my room.

"Go to your room! If I hear one sound from you, you'll be as good as dead!" He shouted. I ripped away from his grasp and walked to my dark, cold room. I walked in and shut the door. I slid against the door, sinking onto the floor and sobbed. Why did this always happen to me? What happened to my happily ever after?

*****James' POV*****

I didn't even know where to start. I'd been walking around LA for 2 hours. Nothing. I sat down on a bench and put my head in my hands. My phone began ringing in my pocket. I took it out and answered.

"Hello. You're talking to the lost and hopeless." I said miserably.

"Quit the act James." I heard Ali say.

"Ali?"

"That's my name. Don't wear it out."

"Why are you calling?"

"Because I know you aren't home. I know you're out being an idiot trying to look for Brooke."

"Don't even try to persuade me to go home, Ali! I'm not going back until I find her!"

"I wasn't gonna tell you to go home. I was gonna tell you to come over."

"Why? So you can lock me in a room until a mental therapist shows up and tries to help me. No thanks, I'll pass."

"Actually no. You'll never find Brooke by yourself. Face the facts. I can help though."

"Ali, I won't allow you to help me. Whoever has Brooke is dangerous. You have a husband and a little girl-"

"And Brooke has a husband who isn't listening to me. I can track down where she is. I can tell you how to get there and how to get her out!"

"Oh. Well. In that case. I'll be there in 30."

I hung up and got on the bus to Ali's. Once the bus had dropped me off I practically sprinted to the house. I knocked on the door quietly.

"Normally I'd be afraid to answer the door at 3 in the morning." Ali said smirking.

"You can't tell anyone I'm here. They'll never let me go after Brooke. Just help me get her!" I said quickly and impatiently.

"Ok, ok. Give me a minute."

"I can't! She could be dead already! Or dead tomorrow! I can't risk that!"

"James...you really don't understand how this process works do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The only way I'll be able to track her down is if she gets in the location where the signal meets."

"What do you mean?"

"The house she's in right now doesn't allow my signaling to pick her up. She'd have to go outside."

"Whoever has her isn't going to let her go outside!! This is a stupid process!"

"How else do you plan to find her then?!"

"I don't know!! I just..can't wait for this!!!"

"Fine! Then go out and search every house in California! Doesn't matter to me, James!"

"I just..need to find her."

I collapsed on the floor, putting my head between my knees. Never in all my life had I let my sister see me this upset. I never thought I'd have a reason to be.

"Go to bed." She said sternly.

"You aren't my freaking mother!" I said through tears.

"And you aren't a freaking super hero, James!! Brooke's a tough girl! She knows how to stay alive! She knows what to do! You have to let time work this out!"

She was right. She knew I knew that. Brooke was tough. She knew how to fight them. She knew what to do. She didn't need me. She didn't need anyone anymore. She just needed confidence. Out of all honesty, it wasn't that I was scared about the kidnapper killing her. I knew she could beat through that. I was honestly scared of her own inner self. How much could she take? How much can happen before she breaks?

•If you don't know who Ali is: it's James' sister.

So I'm writing another book. It's not a fanfiction though. But it's different from pretty much anything I've ever written. But would any of you read it too? I'm not uploading it..cause I mean... Idk if it's good. But just outta curiosity...

Well...school has a little over a month. I'm so exited!:D Then I can write all I want! So any who..have a good weekend! Bye!•