Made With Love ✔

Chapter 35: Into the Unknown

Unknown POV:

      "Bring her to me as soon as she is awake. Keep tabs on him. Make sure he doesn't call any officials." He barked out, sending his men scrambling to please him. It was showtime. He'd been waiting for quite a while. 

Vanessa's POV:

      I felt an ache go through my whole body, telling me not to move. I was curled up in a fetal position, barely awake, but on a soft surface. I didn't recognize where I was, but I knew it was a bedroom. The windows were covered with plywood, no clock in sight. I breathed deeply, knowing I couldn't stay like this for long. Slowly, I inched my legs away from my body, fighting through the internal protests of my muscles. 

 How long had I been asleep? Why was I here? Who brought me here? Where's Lance? What happened after those gunshots? Questions flooded my mind, sending jolts of pain to my temples. I continued my slow uncurling, breathing purposefully. After many painful minutes, I stood beside the bed and surveyed my surroundings. 

   I found a small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall with only one nail. I looked at myself, shocked at who I found staring back at me. My hair was haphazardly tied with a frayed holder, cuts, and bruises all over my face and body. Small pinpricks of dried blood dotted my arms and upper chest. I was in a men's button-down shirt and tattered underwear. Where were my clothes? More importantly, who undressed me?

   I needed to figure out where I was and fast. I needed to find Lance and figure why we are here. Who brought us here? The questions from before came rushing back, urging me to find out the answers. 

   Slowly, I walked to the swollen door which was covered in various shades of red and brown, some borderline black. I shuddered at the thought of what it could be, carefully opening the door so as to not touch any of it. I cracked open the door to be greeted by a young boy, who looked no older than 12 staring back at me, the shock in eyes evident. He was carrying a walkie-talkie and a small handgun. I mirrored his expression warily eyeing the gun. He moved closer, and whispered, 

     "You must be Vanessa. We've been waiting for you. But I promised myself I wouldn't let another girl into his clutches. So, do you want to live?" 

Lance's POV:

     "Lance, please just open your eyes! Please!" I heard a desperate voice plead. I wanted to lift my eyelids, but they felt stuck. I cracked open my left eye, just enough to let some light in. It must have pleased the voice since I hear shouts of joy and "call the doctor!" erupt. I gradually opened both my eyes to have my mother's face on the right and my sister's face on the left. 

    "What's your name? Who are these people?" The doctor fired off, looking intently at me. 

    "Lance Easton Fields. Mom, Kat." I answered, my throat parched. 

     "Good job Lance! Who is Vanessa?" Kat asked, worry creeping into her voice. 

   "The love-uh my girlfriend."I corrected myself, hoping she didn't catch it. Unfortunately, I guess I wasn't that lucky since she smiled and patted my hand. 

    "Do you know why you are here?" The doctor asked, writing on his chart. 

    "I was taking Vaness on a tour of Blossom Heights. We were taking an exit for the Turnpike and two suspicious cars pulled up next to us and next thing we knew, gunshots rained on us from behind. Where is she?" I inquired, hoping she was okay.

    My mom avoided my gaze and Kat inspected her hands.

"GUYS! IS SHE OKAY?" I yelled, heart rate shooting through the roof.

   "Whoa, calm down. It's not good for your health to get this worried-" The doctor says with a calm voice. 

   "DON'T TELL ME TO NOT GET WORRIED! I AM GOING TO WORRY ABOUT THE LOVE OF MY LIFE! WHERE IS SHE?" I screamed, almost rising from the bed. My mom held my hand and Kat did the same comforting and restraining me simultaneously. 

   "Lance. She wasn't in the car with you when the State Troopers arrived. Though the gunshots were coming from the back, most of them also came through her side of the car. But you protected her, so you've got the bullets. But her bod-person was not in the car. We don't know where she is." My mother said, in a soothing voice that relayed anything but soothing information. 

The only thoughts going through my head were...

Vince has Vanessa.

I'm getting her back, even if it's the last thing I do.

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