Captured (COMPLETED)

Chapter Nine

Liam's P.O.V.

I instantly panic as I pull up to the entrance of the club. Where could she have gone? Maybe she went back into the club because she was cold.

I leave the truck parked in the middle of the road and run inside. I run to where Jacob was seated, thinking she would be talking to him. She wasn't. Jacob is seated on the couch, drinking out of a tall glass with amber liquid filled to the top.

"Liam?" Jacob says, confused. His confusion turned into a concern. "Where's Hailee?" He asks.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." I shout over the music that is blasting through the speakers. He quickly stands up and searches everywhere for her with me. I walk out onto the dance-floor and see a blonde girl, the same height as Hailee and the same over-the-shoulder, blue dress. I step in front of the girl, in hope that its Hailee. But all my hopes are flushed down the drain as the girl looks at me with green eyes.

"Can I help you?" She asks with a disgusted look on her face. I sigh and shake my head.

"I'm sorry." I tell the girl and walk away, still searching for Hailee. Where could she be?

I meet up with Jacob at the front of the club and he shakes his head, informing me that he didn't find her. I sigh and worry that something happened to her again and I wasn't there to help her and the guilt sets in. I look over at Jacob and he is just as worried as I am. 

"Where could she be?" He asks and I shake my head. I can't decide if I should contact the police or not. If I do, what would I tell them 'Oh my girlfriend just disappeared and I have no clue where she is'. Like they are going to buy that.

I continue to look everywhere for my girlfriend who is MIA at the moment. Still no sign of her. 

Hailee's P.O.V.

I wince in pain as I slowly wake up. I attempt to rub the back of my head with my hand but my hands are held to something hard by a rough piece of fabric. An examination lamp blinds me as I look up at it. Where am I? 

I look around the room and try to put puzzle pieces together of where I am. There are stairs ahead of me and at the top is a door. I assume that I am in a basement.

"Hello?" I said, hoping anyone would open the door. The door slowly creaked open and a tall figure stood in the doorway. The figure didn't walk down the stairs or did the figure move. It just stood there, breathing and looking at me.

"Can you help me. Where am I? What is going on?" I ask and the figure doesn't say anything. I stare at the figure and it turns its head to the right in thought. I feel uncomfortable under his gaze. The figure starts to walk down the stairs, stomping his feet on each step. This reminded me of a horror movie. 

As the figure reaches the bottom of the stairs, I gasp as I see the tattoo of the broken clock. My mind flashes back to the day at the beach when this guy attempted to kidnap me. This time he got away with it. 

"Well don't you look surprised?" The man says in a deep, raspy voice. He chuckles and I shiver in fear. The man walks toward me and he caresses my right cheek with his rough, calloused hand. I jerk away and he grabs my chin.

"What do you want from me?" I ask through my gritted teeth. The man chuckles again. His dark green eyes pierce mine as he continues to stare at me. His grip on my chin tightens and I can feel the bruises already forming on my chin.

He slowly releases my chin from his hand and he turns and walks away. His feet trudge up the stairs. Before he shuts the door he turns and looks at me with wry expression.

"Oh. Don't worry, child. You'll find out." He says and I am terrified by what he might mean by that.

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The last five days have been alright. Liam hasn't found me yet and I wonder if he is even looking. I start to feel upset and memories of him and I clog my mind. My mind is playing scenes of our memories like a movie and I start to cry. Our first kiss in the hammock in his backyard. Our camping trip in North Carolina. Our first time ice skating. Our romantic sunset dinner on the beach. My body convulses and I hyperventilate as I sob in the chair, unable to move.

"I know how you feel." I hear a girl's voice and I look around in confusion.

"Conscience?" I say into the cold air in the basement. A girl, who i assumed was the voice I heard, stepped into the light. Her tan face covered in bruises and her dark auburn hair is a mess. Her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and her eyes are full of sadness. I wipe my eyes, removing any last tears, but they just kept streaming down my face whether I wanted them to or not, which I didn't.

"I have been in this place for almost two years now." She says, her voice full of depression. "I was kidnapped by Adam and-" I interrupt her.

"Who is Adam?" I ask, concerned.She looks at me weirdly.

"The guy with the clock tattoo?" She says and I nod. So this guy has a name."So I was kidnapped by him and no one has contacted me or found me." She informs me and I worry that I might be here that long. This whole getting kidnapped thing just became worse.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" She asks and I look at her.

"Yes.. I do." I tell her, not making eye contact with her because if I did, I know i would lose it.

"What's your name?" She asks and I have a feeling we are playing 20 Questions.

"Hailee.. Your's?" I say and make eye contact with her this time. She is calm unlike I am right now and seeing her calm, soothes me. I hope I figure out what she has gone through so I know what to prepare for while she is still here to tell me.

"Eleanor.. Eleanor Calder." She says.

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