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*Dave's P.O.V*

I walk to the door of the abandoned building feeling nervous. How the hell did he find this place? I sucked in a breathe and turned the knob on the door. The door creaked loudly and I winced. Stepping inside I saw him stand up, the look on his face when he saw I was alone scared the crap out of me. I shut the door and face him.

"Where is she?" his voice is surprisingly calm, which is a big difference from the glare he is sending me.

I gulped nervously and scratched the back of my neck.

"Uh, well I couldn't get her."

His already dark eyes darken even more. "Why not?" he demands.

"Harry came before I could get her,"

He lets out a long sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.

I nervously look around the room. The ceiling is really high up, the walls are covered in graffiti. There is a chair in the middle of the room with a small table next to it with duck tape and ropes on top, and that consists of the furniture. My chest tightens when I think of why that chair is there. It's for Isabel. 

"Harry is always the hero." He spits out with so much hatred that I step back even though it's not directed to me. "We're going to have to do something about that," he murmurs to himself. 

The door swings open again, the screeching almost deafening me.

He grows ever more angry when he sees who walked through the door.

"And what are you doing here," he glares at her.

She smirks and raises her hands in mock surrender. "I have information for but it seems like you don't want to hear it, so be it." She states and turns around. 

He lets out a short breathe before roughly grabbing her arm, "What is it?"

"Isabel is staying with Harry for about a week," she glances at me, "so if you were planning on trying to kidnap her again some time soon, you'll have to wait." 

He roughly lets go of her arm and punches the wall, causing her and I to both flinch. His hand is bleeding and a drop falls to the floor, it must really hurt but he doesn't seem to be in any pain. 

"Meet back here in a week, same time." He states before storming out the building. 

"How did you find out that?" I ask her. 

She shrugs. "I followed Harry to her apartment and heard them talking." 

I nod, "All right see you," I say and leave the building. 

I walk down the path and to my car before jumping in and driving home. 

I don't want to do this: hurt Isabel. He said we aren't going to hurt her, we were only kidnapping her to piss off Harry but I don't really trust him. 

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