All Eyes On Me

Chapter Nine - Trench Coats and Ties.

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A few days had gone by and Jacob had kept his promise. He hadn't tried to kiss me, and hadn't hurt me. He'd let me wear whatever I wanted when we ate, which was usually black leggings, a baggy T-shirt and a baggy sweatshirt. I still didn't, and doubt I'll ever trust him, something just didn't seem right. Well, of course it wasn't. He kidnapped me. Whenever he spoke to me, it was like he was trying to hold himself back. I'd tried to stay away from him as much as I could, isolating myself in my room, only to be interrupted by Ela, Mason or Jacob.

Luckily the room had quite a large bookshelf, the whole thing stocked up with books. Before he'd took me from my own home, I wasn't really a big reader, picking up a few books here and there, but since I had nothing better to do, it was a good time passer, and luckily keeping Jacob away when he came in to check on me, giving me a small smile and quickly leaving as he saw I had a book in my hands. I guess it just distracted from the horrible reality that was my life. I'd read quite a few crime books so far, and most the victims got out alive, and the arsonists and kidnappers, the suspects were caught, luckily. Just the stories gave me a little more hope that Evan was on his way and he was going to protect me again.

Yes, after he'd promised not to hurt me, it seemed a lot more peaceful and pleasant, but I wouldn't go as far as saying it was good. It was far from good.

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Evan's POV

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We'd decided not to try and find Lola straight away and instead drove to the police station. So far, we'd been waiting about an hour, having moved into an interview room about ten minutes after we'd arrived.

I was tapping my foot on the floor, clearly impatient when Trisha finally spoke up, probably still shocked and confused about my accusations.

"They'll find her, Evan, don't worry." Trisha whispered, trying to reassure me as she rested her hand on my arm, which was on the table in front of us.

"They're taking their ti-" I was interrupted when a tall man wearing a trench coat entered, a white shirt and a black tied showing from the top, the bottom of his trousers visible from where the trench coat stopped. Yes, stereotypical, I know.

"Sorry I'm late, I had a bit of business to catch up on. I'm Detective Peralta." He said hastily as he moved to the seat at the other side of the table, pressing the record button on the tape machine. "Now, what can I help you with?"

"My girlfriends been kidnapped." I said angrily, without any hesitation.

He looked at me for a moment before speaking "Do you have any proof?"

I gave him a glare "I was there when it happened, I think. I can't really remember, he drugged me, and her. She called me, saying there was someone at her house. I got there as quick as I could and she was hiding upstairs. The guy hadn't got in when I arrived, but it wasn't long until he did. Jacob wasn't the guy who kidnapped her, but I know he's behind all of this." I said, not breaking eye contact with the detective.

"I'm sorry, who's Jacob?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"My brother." Trisha said quietly, glancing up at me.

"And do you believe your brother would do something like this?" The Detective asked, his attention leaving me and focusing on Trisha.

"I don't know. The other night he told me that Lola, the girl who's been kidnapped, kissed him. I rung her, wanting to know if it was true, but it turns out he was the one who kissed her. Then he took my phone and got out the car, but I couldn't hear what he said but I doubt it was good by the look on his face he had for the rest of the night."

"What!? Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked angrily, looking down at Trisha. "He's made a move on her like, three times, but I didn't know about the phone call. He could have said anything to her."

"Evan, right?" The detective asked, I nodded "How can you be sure that Jacob had 'hit on' Lola?" He raised his eyebrows, as if I was lying.

"I saw him." I snarled through my teeth, not liking his attitude towards this.

"Alright, anything else either of you think will help this investigation?"

"Um, Jacob sometimes leaves for the weekend without telling us, and no one knows where he goes. I don't know where, but I think he's got a house or something." Trisha said, looking over at Detective Peralta.

"And I've got a picture of Lola on my phone, and you've got a picture of Jacob, right?" I asked Trisha, who nodded. "Could we e-mail them to you? I don't want you to take my phone incase Lola has a chance to call me."

"Of course." He said, slowly saying his e-mail address, allowing us to send pictures of Lola and Jacob. "Alright, I've got enough information for now. If you could both fill in information forms so I can contact you if anything comes up, that would be great. Thank you for telling me about this and we'll try and find Lola as quickly as we can." He said as he stood up, pressing the stop button on the tape recorder before walking out of the room, the last thing we saw of him was the bottom of his trench coat.

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Lola's POV

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My eyes fluttered open, the book I was reading, Count To Ten - Karen Rose, laying open on my chest. I lifted my head as I let out a soft yawn, I must've fallen asleep. I looked over at the window to try and workout roughly how long I'd been asleep, not having a clock in my room. It was dark, so it must've been a good four hours.

I felt the weight of the book lifted off my chest, my head quickly turning to see Jacob standing over me. He smiled at me as he placed the book on the bedside table.

"Did you have a nice sleep?" He asked, sitting at the edge of the bed.

I nodded, sitting up and looking over at him. I curled my legs up in front of me, my hands on my knees.

"I see you're enjoying the books. You must've read what, almost a whole shelf? They're pretty long shelves." He said, letting out a soft chuckle.

"I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Anyway, I came to tell you that dinner is ready." He said, standing up off my bed and holding out his hand to help me up. Hesitantly, I took his hand, but quickly pulling it away once I was stood.

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Dinner was alright. The meals didn't really change from day to day. Jacob had walked me back up to my room, despite telling him many times that I knew how to get there, and that I'd be fine. I walked a little quicker than he did as soon as he'd placed his hand at the small of my back, wanting to get away from him and his touch.

When we reached my room I entered, thinking he was going to leave as soon as I'd got into the room, where there was no chance of escaping. The door being locked when Mason wasn't there, and metal bars on the all of the windows. Well, he was prepared for my arrival, wasn't he? Instead, he stood at the doorway, looking like he was waiting for something more from me.

"What?" I asked, trying to keep my voice gentle.

"Nothing." He said quietly before turning and shutting the door as he left. There was something else he wanted to say, but chose not to. Perhaps it would go against his promise? Highly likely. I had a feeling that he was doing this 'Just friends' thing because he wanted to get closer to me, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I didn't even want to be his friend. Who would after he'd kidnapped them?

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Chapter Nine, complete! Hope you enjoyed it, guys. I know, it's not the longest chapter, but neither was the last one. I didn't really know where to go with this chapter, and I know the interview scene is probably really inaccurate, but I've never experienced anything like that.

OH, and you guys should read Count To Ten-Karen Rose. It's the book I'm currently reading, and it's amazing. It's a crime/thriller book, yes, good.

~Jasmine.