The Perfect Actor ( Bryan Dechart X Reader )

Where Is She?

-Bryan's P.O.V-

The police arrived and were investigating the scene "So does Y/N have anyone nearby that dislikes her or did anyone she knows have a dispute with her?" An investigator asks. He holds his blue pen firmly as he is about to write down the next words that come out of my mouth.

"Y/N and I were in a kidnapping.. Carlos Ortiz.." I recall flashbacks from the event "My boss said otherwise!" I instantly look back into the eyes of the investigator. "I remember Carlos saying he had a boss.. the kidnapping wasn't random." The investigator raises an eyebrow and nods, writing what I had just said down.

"Did you touch anything here before we got here?" I shake my head "Other than the door no sir." Investigators and other detectives pass by me, taking note of the crime scene and taking pictures. "Now Mr. Dechart do you think Y/N could have set this up?" I shake my head somewhat angrily "She would never. She loves her career and her friend Y/F." Speak of the devil, Y/F walks in "Oh my god! What the hell happened?!" Y/F says clear distress in her voice.

"Ma'am I'm Detective Turner. I am questioning your friend Mr. Dechart here for a possible kidnapping of your friend Y/N." The detective holds out his hand to shake Y/F's hand and I just put my head in my hands 'Y/N where are you?'

-Your P.O.V-

Cold liquid hit me hard and I woke up with a gasp. I was drenched in water now. I panted as my heart raced, memories flooded back quickly. As if in a movie I tried tugging on the restraints I was in. I was bound to a chair.

I was then slapped out of the blue. "You're lucky to be alive Y/N." An old man's raspy voice calls out and I look up. I couldn't see his face because an uncovered lightbulb wasn't high enough to show his face. "You stupid bitch. I might as well kill you now for stabbing my friend in the shoulder." He growls and begins to cough terribly, as if he smokes a pack a day and has been for years. 'So he wasn't the one to kidnap me?'

"Who are you?" My voice whimpered and I looked up, fear coursing through my body. "That doesn't matter. Right now I need you to stay quiet otherwise I'll make it a living hell for you." The old sounding man coughed loudly again. 'Yeah as if this isn't already hell?' I quiver, "How do you know who I am?" My voice breaks, showing my fear.

I could basically hear the grin on the man's face "My boss made it quite clear who you are." The disgusting man lightly grazed my cheek with his rough finger and I snapped my head the other way in pure disgust.

The man then grabs my face firmly and forces it back to face him. "Quit being a little bitch. You know you like it you whore-" He was cut off when there was a knock. The man groaned and walked away to the door. I heard whispering and then I heard him leave. Slamming the door shut.

Then as if I were in a vault I heard a loud metal door shut from behind the first wooden door.

I couldn't help but panic and continue to struggle against the restraints once more. It was no use. I was too weak to do anything. Tears streamed down my face in fear and defeat.

-Bryan's P.O.V-
I was shocked at what I was hearing. She can't be serious about that phone call at the hospital. Is that what she wanted to talk about then?

"How come you didn't tell me?!" I shout angrily. "We could have prevented this but you let your hormones get in the way first?!" I couldn't believe she hadn't told me especially because she had all that time when Y/N was asleep to tell me. Y/F glared at me "Well sorry! What girl wouldn't like you?!" She folded her arms and turned away from me angrily. How could she be angry at me?

I stormed off. I went back to Detective Turner. The detective was checking all nearby security cameras including the neighbor's cameras. "Did you find anything?" I ask sighing in anger. The detective just looked over at me and he looked back at his computer screen "Well we have confirmed the kidnapping. We sent a blood sample found on the knife to a research team to see if they can identifiy the genetics and find the kiddnapper."

The detective said as he typed in a few notes he took earlier, I was glad to hear that they sent blood samples "How long will it take." The detective gave me a sorrowful look "12 to 24 hours." My heart immediatly sank. Y/N is in trouble now... by then she could be.. no! I dont want to think about that...

"You have no way of hurrying the process?!" I say almost angrily. The detective shook his head, "Unfortunately we dont have enough to pay for more researchers right now." In that split second I pulled out my wallet and pulled out thousands of dollars and handed it to him "Please... I need to find Y/N.." The detective just gave me a blank stare

"I don't think I can-" I immediatly cut him off "Please!" I begged, a lump in my throat felt as if it were forming. Detective Turner sighed. "I'll see what I can do." He took the money and put it in an envolope. I walked back into the house and sat at the kitchen table.

-Your P.O.V-
I sit there phasing in and out of consiousness. I want to be awake but crying has made me so exauhsted I don't know how to keep myself from falling asleep. Even though I am so tired I'm so terrified. 'When will that man be back? I don't want him to return.. Bryan help me please.' I prayed to every god I could think of for help.

I was so exauhsted and I didn't want to be asleep when he returned... Especially considering what he did last time... I heard the vault-like door open from behind the wooden one and I shot up. Blood rushed through my veins, adrenaline coursed through my body all over again. The old man walked in again, coughing terribly. This time I could make out his tall dark outline. He coughed into what I assume is a tissue and he proceeded to walk over to me. The old man turned on the light his outline disappearing. I could only see the lower half of him yet the light beamed in my face so I couldn't see his.

Although this time I heard multiple pairs of footsteps and then I was bagged over the head from behind. My screams were muffled. "Were moving you somewhere else. Thanks to your shitty scheme the cops are gonna find out that blood is my buddy's. Cmon boys put her in the van so we can cross the state's border." I began to panic. I tried to kick but my ankles were tightened to the legs of the chair, my hands bound to the chair as well. I wanted to scream but with the bag over my head it didn't help. I felt myself rising above the ground and heavy breathing below me. I heard the continual cough in front of me as if the disgusting man was leading the men carrying the chair, which I was bound to.

The chair was then placed down. I heard the men all sit around me. Then I heard a rumble as if it were a car engine... I was too late. I was in the van. I heard the back doors shut what seemed like in front of me and I began to sob. I heard a garage open and after a few moments we started to move.

(Thank you so much for over 100 reads! Im so excited that this story is quickly gaining readers and I am so happy to be posting daily. If you would like me to write an X reader with any of your celeb crushes lemme know!! -Brin))

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