Bailey's POV
As I stumbled over the grinders to my left and made it out to the bar, a pair of hands grabbed my forearms to keep me from tipping over.
"What the fuck do you not understand about get-"
I stopped mid-sentence when I looked up to see a different guy from earlier with baby blue eyes and blonde hair looking down at me questionably.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry I thought you were someone else." I gushed while trying to stop staring at his gorgeous face.
"It's alright now. I don't mind."
I glanced down to see his hands still on my arms and he quickly removed them.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
"Sure."
He asked the bartender for two shots as I twisted nervously in my seat.
"So, just a random guess but I'd say you're not exactly from London let alone England itself."
"Well I'm originally from California but moved to Wisconsin when I was eight."
He raised his eyebrows,
"And how old are you now?"
"I'm 18, and you?"
"20. Now what's your name again?"
I downed another shot as he ordered for another.
"Ummmmmmm....I'm pretty sure my name is Baillleeeeyyy."
I slurred the words. My body growing unresponsive by the minute.
"Oh hi Bailey. I'm Wilson."
"Heeeey Wilsssson."
"So why did you move here?"
I wearily responded after downing my second shot.
Second? I am not a lightweight and I'm pretty sure these drinks were not just filled with vodka.
"My parents and ex-boy friend are just reeealllllyyyy fucked up so I had to get out as soon as I finished high school."
By now I was flat out drunk. D-r-u-n-k.
I slipped out of the bar stool and landed flat on my ass.
"HAHAHA did you see that?!"
I began laughing until my sides hurt.
"Okay why don't I take you back to mine, yeah?"
"No j-just bring me to my friennnnd."
He ignored my request and held most of my body weight while forcing me to walk forward.
"Wha-what are you- noooo stahhpp."
He dragged me out of the back entrance I came out of and in front of a grey Ford explorer.
I couldn't even spit out a sentence. My emotions and thoughts were clouded way more than usual when I drank.
A single tear slipped down my cheek as I was forced into the back of his car.
I couldn't stand up, let alone sit up so I just laid there and closed my eyes.
He turned on the car and sped out of the back parking lot. I couldn't see through the window because my head was down, but I could see the front seat of the car.
On it was a huge pile of rope, a gun, and a blindfold.
I mustered a whimper out of myself as he sped down the freeway.
What have I gotten myself into?
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FanfictionWith an abusive past and no escape route, Bailey Bell takes herself to the lovely land of London. Little does she know that lovely is not even close to what she will soon describe it.