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Chapter 7

Harry's Perspective

I wake up, and I don't see Savannah anywhere.

"Savannah? Babe, where are you?" I ask, ruffling my curls. I groan, and lean back against the wall.

Where is she?

"Savannah!" I yell. She's not here.

Where did she go?

"Savannah, this isn't funny. Where are you?" I say, dragging the words in the last sentence.

I have to look for her.

3 hours later

I searched everywhere in the house, and she's no where to be found. "Savannah.." I whisper, a tear trailing down my cheek.

"It's all my fault, I should've stayed awake." I say, crying and covering my face with my hands.

Suddenly, anger fills me.

I remember on the way to Florida a black car followed us the whole way, then stopped at a diner.

I cuss under my breath.

I dial Savannah's number, and it stops ringing after 2 rings. I slam my phone on the table.

I lean my head back, and groan and run fingers through my hair.

Where could she be?

-Savannah-

"No, stop!" I say, squirming in my chair as his lips hungrily meet mine. I crush his toe with my foot, and he pulls away, and punches my jaw.

"If you don't act correctly, that Harry boy will be dead in minutes." He pulls out a gun. "It'll only take one bullet to take that idiot out." He says, chuckling.

"Don't bring Harry into this." I say, staring at him coldly. He chuckles, and forces his lips to mine again. I feel like I'm going to throw up, because when he kisses me all I taste is cigarettes and fried food. Its disgusting.

Harry please, come find me...

12 hours later.

I wake up on the floor with my shirt pulled up, and my shorts near my middle thigh. I quickly pull them up, and pull my shirt down. Where are you Harry? You still haven't came yet. I remembered I have my phone. I'm in a huge house in a basement, and Chris locked me in.

I dialed his number, and he answered in less then 5 seconds.

"Savannah! Where are you?" I can tell he's crying, because I can hear him slightly sobbing.

It makes my heart shatter.

"Harry." I say, my voice weak. "I'm at a small house in the suburbs. I'll text you the address." I pull up my phone, and text him the address.

He isn't talking at all.

"Harry!" I whisper yell into the phone. "Mhmm." He says, sniffling a little bit. I bite my lip a little. "Please come help me." I whisper, a tear falling from my eye.

"I will. I will do anything to save you. I promise." He says, I can feel his smile through the phone. "I love you." I say. "I love you too, be there soon." He says, sniffling again. He's probably getting sick.

"Harry, be careful. He said that he would kill you." I say, biting my lip so hard, the metallic taste invades my taste buds.

He chuckles lightly.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid of that idiot." He says, breathing into the phone. I hear Chris open the basement door, and start down the steps. "Gotta go Harry, bye." I whisper, as low as I can. I hang up the phone before he can say anything. I shove my phone in my invisible pocket inside my shorts, and pretend to be asleep.