Taken

Chapter 23

"Her temperature hasn't fallen, it's higher than yesterday" I heard a lady say. I slowly open my eyes and I don't recognize my surroundings. As I look around my heart beats faster as I see Tom and I slowly start to remember where I was.

They push me down and Julia is right by my side with a sympathetic smile. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart" she says and I don't know why but I do.

This time when I wake up Mallory and other girls are around me, watching me.

"How are you feeling?" Mallory says and I nod, not having the strengths to speak.

"Take your time recovering, the longer the better" I hear a girl from behind Mallory say.

"You're awake," I hear Tom say from across the room and some of the girls gasp in surprise and scurry away from me. Everyone but Mallory.

Tom notices this and gives her a stare that read "don't you dare cross me". Mallory steps back letting Tom pass but she stays.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and I stare at him. I felt sick but I also felt a lot of things, hate, solidarity, fear, nervousness, and more hate.

He places the back of his hand on my forehead and he doesn't look so pleased.

"Has she been eating?" Tom asks still looking at me but addressing it to Mallory who I guess was in charge of my health.

"Yes," she stammers and looks at the ground fearing Tom.

"Good," he says, "is she taking her medicines?"

"Yes, twice a day with meals just like you ordered, sir" she said a bit more confidentially.

"Great, then she should be better in 3 days or so," he says, "but not more". He turns around and heads for the door. I let out a sigh of relief and so does Mallory. Everyone was more at ease now.

"How long have I been like this?" I say not remembering a few days.

"Almost a week," Mallory says.

"Has anything happened?" I say referring to whether or not Ryan had showed up.

"No, nothing major." I look at her in disappointment. I didn't want to stay another day here. Although it would be better if Ryan came for me when I was in good health so I could help and not have him carry me out of here.

I watch as Mallory gets ready. She brushed her long beautiful hair and looked so calm. I watched as she applied on blush and eyeliner, accentuating her eyes and bringing out their true color. She looked as if she was getting ready for any other event. Other girls looked calm as well but some were nervous and tried to hide it.

Soon everyone was out the door including Mallory. This time she wouldn't keep an eye on me. How could they do this everyday? I was sick of it already and I hadn't been here as long as they had.

I wondered what Ryan was doing. Where he was, and if he had found me. I longed for his hugs and kisses assuring me that I was okay, and that nothing bad was going to happen to me as long as he was there. I needed him and I wanted him so badly.

I flipped on my side and noticed a sharp pain in the lower part of my stomach.

"You'll soon feel better." Tom's voice startled me and I quickly flipped around to face him causing more sharp pains in my stomach.

"What happened to me?" I say.

"We had an accident but nothing to worry about," he said. I knew I had gotten hurt but why?

"Why did I bleed?" I rephrase my question. He stares at me and caresses the side of my cheek.

"I was too rough on you," he simply says and turns away from him.

"I had forgotten how fragile you are," he said a bit upset. I knew he was hiding something from me. He hardly made eye contact with me.

He removes hair from my face and I felt like throwing up. I needed to find a way to get out. I was going to go crazy if I stayed here much longer.

Ryan P.O.V

"Ryan, calm down, I bet she's okay." My sister says. This just made me angrier. She's not okay. She will never be okay with him. I knew Tom had her. That asshole took her from me. I couldn't calm down. I won't until I had Bay back by my side. It's been more than a week since Bay disappeared and I couldn't take her being away from me for another second.

The police isn't much help. They are out there looking for Tom but every lead they have become dead ends. They look like dogs chasing their own tails.

"I need to go," I say. I head out and get in my car. I needed to get away for a bit.

I grab my phone and dial Tom's number again. I needed a clue to where she was hiding her.

It was no use, he had disconnected it. I knew he would but I was hoping he hadn't. I was desperate. I needed my Bay back. I hoped that the police could track his cell phone but if he had disconnected it, there was no use on tracking it.

I headed to a bar. I needed a beer. Or more.

...

I woke up in my sister's bed. I felt terrible.

"How did I get here," I said as soon as my sister walked in.

"You were passed out at the bar, they called me." My sister said pissed.

"You think you can be much help for Bay like this?" She said angrier. She was right. This wasn't helping Bay.

"You're right," I said.

"I always am," she says and grabs a few pillows and blankets.

The sound of my phone ringing woke me up.

"Hello?" I say. I was so hungover, I didn't feel like answering.

"Ryan, I have been advised that you were trying to get ahold of me," it was Tom. Just hearing his voice angered me.

"Where's Bay!" I yell.

"She's with me," he says through the phone. "Now I advice you that if you involve the police, you're chances of finding Bay will decrease. There are so many countries I can sell her to."

"Don't you dare touch her,"

"It's too late for that. Now think about what I said."

"Tom! I swe--" he hung up. I needed to find Bay soon. He could have her anywhere by now. But one thing was for sure, she was still in America.

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Authors note: Sorry for the longest update ever! Will continue writing soon! :) thanks for reading! It means so much to me!