*THREE WEEKS LATER*
I look like shit! Literally. I mean I've hardly eaten, I've only had a few bits that Harry has sent down, he can't get much because then the guys will suspect something. He does apologise consecutively for the lack of food he brings me, I don't mind really.
He brought down a hoover and some cleaning appliances, because I insisted he let me clean the room. At first he wouldn't let me because according to him I'm too weak to clean, but I proved his sorry little ass wrong.
I don't know if the others have noticed I've gone. Of course they've fucking noticed, it's been over three weeks. My subconscious tells me. Well, to be honest it's quite fun, because me and Harry have the most random conversations, sometimes really depressing conversations, sometimes we just sit in silence and telepathically speak to each other.
I've heard stories about when Harry first started to work for Zayn and he had to do like a loyalty test or something, and he had to rob a hardware store and everything, I couldn't stop laughing, mostly at the fact that it was a hardware store. I love Harry's company, like he's not too depressing and sad, and he's not too overly happy about things. I had a friend like that once, he was always overly happy, literally about everything. Sadly, he died in a house fire about 6 years ago, it was the first ever funeral I went to.
If only he was still alive, he would've protected me, like he used to. He would've looked after when I was ill, like he used to. Usually around guys I'm a bit nervous because I didn't think I'd love anyone as much as my friend, well my best friend. But then I had to get kidnapped and I have so much fun with Harry, even though I'm sat in a cell 24/7 with nothing to do. Which makes me question.
Why me?
*MARIANNA'S POV*
"IT'S BEEN WEEKS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T FOUND ANY TRACE TO WHERE BECCA IS???" I scream down the phone. I fucking hate police man. They never get anything done.
"Marianna calm down." Liv says rubbing my back. "They are doing all they can."
"WELL THEY'RE NOT DOING ENOUGH!!" I shout down the speaker of the phone. I give up trying to reason with the police, so I hang up. "FUUUCKK!" I kick the coffee table and pace the room.
"Marianna, they will find her." Liv goes over to the TV and switches it on.
'It's been weeks since the teenager Rebecca Stevens went missing. Policeman think it may be linked to a car chase that happened the same day Rebecca went missing. If you witnessed any strange events linking to this investigation please contact the Sussex Coast...'
I can't watch anymore. "If the police can't find her I'm taking matters into my own hands."
"Moo, I don't think that's a good idea, them guys might be dangerous."
"Ten years of karate is finally gonna pay off." I stride into my bedroom leaving Livvie to meddle with her own thoughts....
*LIVVIE'S POV*
"I don't know what we're going to do Shannon." I might as well just keep calm about the whole situation because you never know what might happen. "Moo wants to use karate on them, the police, well I don't know what the police are doing." I want to blow up, I really do, I want to find the people who kidnapped Becca and give them what they deserve.
"Don't you think we should just wait until the police sort it out?" Shannon says sighing.
"Wait, what?" I can't believe she has just said that.
"I mean, do you really think we're gonna find her?" She sighs again. "It's about time we stop panicking about this and just wait, they might have killed her already. We will never know."
"Who the fuck are you and what have you done with Shannon?" I can't believe it. "Who was the one saying that we should never give up no matter what? Who was the one saying never abandon a friend? Especially a true friend." I hear her mumbling under breath.
"I'm sorry Liv but I've got family issues to deal with right now and I don't need another burden."
"What happened to 'hoes before family'?" I hang up. I can't believe she would just ditch us like that. Shannon. Out of all people. Some shit is about to go down...
"What was all that about?" Marianna asks as I walk into our bedroom.
"Shannon has decided that she doesn't want to help find Becca because she has family issues to deal with and she doesn't want another burden."
"Shannon said that?"
I nod.
"Shannon. Out of all people." She sighs and lays down on the bed.
"Exactly. She would usually jump at the chance to help one of us. I wonder what's going on."
*BECCA'S POV*
How long until at least someone finds me. I mean I like Harry's company, but I miss home. I miss being able to go out with my friends till late at night. I miss having actual conversations with my mum. I just miss everything really. This is all fucked up. Why do they need me? Why couldn't they have kidnapped someone else. Why me?
What is that strange feeling? FUCK! I totally forgot about my hand! It's gone all blue and the cut is now infected. Shit! SHIT!
"FUCK!!"I did not mean to shout that.
I can hear several footsteps running down the corridor. Oops.
"What's going on down hear?" I Zayn asks as he stops outside my cell. I can't speak. I can't even move. I'm truly, truly scared. But, I'm not sure why.
"It's her hand." Harry says opening up the door. He rushes to me. Zayn gives him a weird look. "I totally forgot about that, I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would get infected. It had to have been the lemon juice."
"It's fine really. I forgot about it too." I walk to the sink and put my hand under it.
"Wait!" Zayn half shouts. We both look at him. "You are our prisoner okay. You were supposed to be tortured to death. You were supposed to die. IT WAS ALL PART OF THE PLAN!" I don't think he was supposed to say that because the look on Harry's and Zayn's tell me he wasn't supposed to say that.
"Part of what plan?" I ask through gritted teeth. I want to sound intimidated so they'll tell me...
