Winning: A Team Crafted Fanfic

Chapter 26

Heyyyyy! I'm here with another chapter (: Did you miss me? It is officially summer! Melina is going to dye the tips of my hair blue! I have been dying to have it dyed, like you don't even understand. Anyways, on with the chapter!

Mitch's Pov.

I called the police and gave them Harry's license plate number. It turned out to be a stolen car, so we had zero leads. They had abandoned the car in a run down parking lot.

I slammed my fists down on my desk. I was so frustrated and stressed. I hadn't slept for the past few days, because I was worried about Kayla.

Jerome entered the room quietly, but I noticed him. "What," I asked him without emotion. I really wasn't in a good mood.

"I just came to see how you were holding up," Jerome sighed while giving me a sympathetic smile. "Not very well..." I shook my head. "We'll find her Biggums," Jerome said while putting his hand on my shoulder. "I hope you're right Biggums," I sighed.

London's Pov.

I was out of hope. I was going to have to walk straight into Harry's trap. I guess I kind of deserved it anyways, right? I killed Joel. It was all my fault.

I had been staying at the team's house ever since Kayla was kidnapped. They were worried about me, because I wasn't emotionally stable according to a doctor.

I looked into the bathroom mirror and my reflection stared back at me. Out of the corner of my eye something glinted in the sunlight. I examined it more closely to discover it was a razor. I picked it up and stared back into the mirror once again. I looked down at my wrist and back at my reflection.

Thoughts flooded my mind, but one spoke above all the others:

You deserve this. You killed Joel.

I brought the razor down and dragged it across my wrist. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes, so I brought it down again. I bit my tongue to keep from crying. I wasn't allowed to cry. "I deserve this. It's all my fault," I whispered.

Blood gushed out of my wrist and I began to feel dizzy. "Maybe I can escape this nightmare," I whispered again. "I am ready to let go..." I whispered barely conscious.

Jerome's Pov.

I walked up the stairs heading towards my room. I heard a 'thud' against the wall and turned to look. The bathroom door was locked, so I knocked. No one answered so I asked, "Is anyone in there?" Still there was no reply, so I pushed open the door.

I stood there horrified and frozen. Finally I yelled, "SOMEONE CALL 911!" Jason came running up the stairs and stepped into the bathroom, but quickly backed out. He turned and ran yelling, "GET HELP! LONDON IS UNCONSCIOUS!"

I slowly kneeled down and held her head in my hands while looking at her wrists. "Why would you do this to yourself," I asked. "Why would you ever do this to yourself? You are so beautiful," I whispered. "Just hold on a bit longer, help is on the way London," I whispered to her lifeless body.

I listened for her breathing, which turned out to be very faint. "Don't leave me," I whispered again.

Finally a few paramedics burst through the door and began searching for a pulse and checking to make sure she was breathing.

They put her on a stretcher and carried her out. "Will she be okay," I asked them. "We will have to examine her further, but she is bleeding out very quickly. We will try our best to save her," they told me.

I slammed my fists down on the counter and quietly wished I had gotten there sooner. "Maybe I could have stopped her," I thought to myself.

I slowly trudged down the stairs and met with the others in the living room. "I'm going to the hospital," I stated. "I'll come with you," Jason said while walking over. There were a few nods of agreement and we set out for the hospital. Of course everyone except for Adam, but we would deal with him later.

The ride there was very silent and awkward. I'm pretty sure everyone was thinking about London. I really hoped she would be okay, I didn't want to lose my princess.

Kayla's Pov.

I was trapped in a plain, old, boring room. There was a hint of must in the air, so I sighed. I looked out of the window and wondered, am I in an old run down hotel? The room actually did look a lot like a hotel room, the shape was right. The room of course didn't have a lot of furniture, but it had the same general layout.

I slowly sat up from the bed and made sure that no one was in the room. I very quietly tip-toed to the door and slowly turned the knob. As I was about to sneak out there was a booming voice, "Where do you think you're going?" I turned to the voice, but I didn't recognize the person. I stuttered a bit, "I-I ummm... I am hungry..." "Food will be brought to you, now get back in your room," the voice said.

I stared at the broad man and then looked down the hall. No one was in sight. The voice sounded again, "Go on, I'm not going to wait all day. If I have to I will take you by brute force." I looked at the man once more before sprinting down the hall in the opposite direction. There was no way I would get into the elevator in time, because the voice was right behind me.

I decided to take the stairs down to the main floor. Once I found them I shoved open the door, hearing it smack against the wall. I practically jumped down the stairs as I heard the door slam once more.

I didn't even reach the next floor down before I discovered a man guarding the stairs at the bottom. I looked around me for another escape, but the only other way out was a window with a 3 floor drop to the bottom. If I wanted to escape, that was my only choice.

Heyyyy once again! Melina dyed my tips and it looks amazing! I love it! 20 outta 10 pancakes! My hair smells like koolaid too :3 Bonus right there! Anyways, I hope you all have a great day. And if it is summer for you, then gg! Enjoy the sun! See you loves!

~Live:)<3