Daisy

Chapter 72: Spray Paint

Joeys P.O.V

We had looked all over, and couldn't find her anywhere. I started to panic, but then Adrian and Caspar brought me back to the apartment complex to look there.

When I got to her place, and Rocco was the only one there, I started to freak out a little. Adrian just kept telling me to go to sleep, and she'll turn up tomorrow perfectly fine. I listened, and tried my hardest to fall asleep, but I just couldn't.

I stayed awake all night, tossing and turning. I laid in her bed all night, thinking of her, breathing in her intoxicating scent and wondering what happened to her.

I didn't know what to think. Wether she had left me, or just sort of...disappeared.

Since I hadn't slept, I left at 5:30 and drove to the doctors office. I had an appointment at 6 to get my cast removed. After that I was going back to Meghan's place to see if Anyone had seen Daisy.

I has just gotten my cast off, and was walking out of the hospital whilst rubbing my forearm when I got a text.

I took my phone out of my pocket, and the screen was lit up with a picture message from a blocked number.

I opened the message, and a picture of a girl came up on my screen. She was very pale, and skinny. Her hair was tangled and matted with blood, that was also surrounding her.

She was in nothing but a bra and underwear, and I could easily count her ribs. I saw a scar on her waist, that looked like somebody's initials. She looked cold and afraid, and the sight was mortifying.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it became.

The girl in the picture, was Daisy.

Her face was hollowed out and she had black rings around her eyes.

I saw a tear drop fall on my phone screen, and my head started spinning.

She was taken and she was being kept somewhere.

I felt as if my lungs could no longer hold oxygen, and my feet became heavier and heavier no matter how hard willed them to get back into my car and drive straight to the police station.

But something caught my eye in that picture.

The background behind her, looked familiar. There was a part of the wall that had been spray painted with a design. A design that I recognized.

It was only part of it, but I had no doubt of where it was. I remembered seeing it on the wall of one of the warehouse locations we used as a set for an episode of story tellers. I knew exactly where she was, and I could get her back.

Daisy's P.O.V

I kept pulling at the chain on my ankle, hoping that if I pulled hard enough, that it would come off. I continued pulling, despite the fact that the cuff was digging into my ankle, slicing it deeper and causing more of my blood to spill on the floor.

I put all of my body weight into it, even though it wasn't much. "Come on!" I squeaked, pulling one last time before one of the links to the rusty old chain gave out, and split apart.

I fell backwards from the sudden shift in pressure and the chain fell too, making a relatively loud noise.

I heard the door being unlocked, and seconds later, Haley came in with a suspicious, yet frightened look on her face.

"What are you doing in here?"

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Do you guys think horses get songs stuck in their heads?

Later lovelies<3