harveys' point of view:
i slowly open my eyes, suddenly forgetting where i was. the last thing i remember is my phone call with loren.
"well well well, look who's awake," someone spoke from behind making the hairs on my neck stand up.
"w-who are you?" i questioned, hearing the frightened crack my voice made.
"oh, just you know, lorens true love," he said making an appearance in the light.
i squinted my eyes to get a good look, and nothing. i have no clue who he is.
"what? who are you?" i asked again.
"dallas, dallas mcarthy, but you can call me your worst night mare," he smiled sweetly at me, making my heart drop.
"don't hurt loren, please," i begged, feeling my heart swell at the sight of her hurting.
"oh of course i wouldn't! you should be begging for your own life, not her's. you are the only thing in the way of me getting to her," dallas said jumping at me spraying me with spit.
"if you hurt me, you know she'd never ever even give you the light of day," i said truthfully and his jaw shifted seeming as he's considering my words.
"or, i could be the one to find your dead body and shed cry on me and then realize it was me she loved all along," he said with a shrug, "yea, that'll work."
my heart twisted, my palms began to sweat, i was going to die.
i looked around the room, trying to calm my anxiety in the slightest. there's a window. there's a chair, and nothing else. my heart began to pick up and i couldn't help the tear that escaped my eye.
"oh don't worry, it's only going to hurt a lot i can promise you that," he smiled, patting my cheek hardly.
"she's going to be heart broken, do you really want to break her like that?" i said though grinding teeth.
"once again, after you're gone she'll realize she wants me, and never wanted you," he said with a duh look.
"i have fans, people who rely on me. family, friends, other than loren. killing me will lead to lots of depression and suicides, do you what that on your conscience?" i asked sincerely.
"as long as i end up with loren i honestly don't give a crap," he chuckled quietly.
"you let me go, and i won't tell anyone, i'll break up with her. i will," the thought of doing that broke my heart, but keeping her safe is all that matters, "i won't tell a soul, i promise."
"hm, you won't tell her why? you'll just end it?" he asked.
"yes."
"so you never loved her, that's perfect for me! what will you tell people happened, why you never made it to her house," he asked seeming intrigued.
"the uber got lost, and it was to late to turn around. i didn't call or text loren because my phone died and when i got back to my place i crashed," i said choking back my tears.
"ok ok, you got to pinky promise me, you leave her alone," i nodded my head, knowing if i spoke the tears would spill.
he went around back and grabbed my pinky and i held on to prove my point. you're doing this for loren, for your fans. she'd never give him the time of day, you know this, she's safe.
"okay, then you can go," he said untying my hands. i grabbed my wrists and moved them a bit, "not a fricken word, or ill hunt you down," he said sternly.
"a promise is a promise," i said standing quickly.
"your phone," he shouted before i made it to the door.
"thanks," i took it and bolted.
he's got to be the dumbest kidnapper ever.
