When Everything Falls Apart {BEING EDITED}

"911: Security Loan please?"

Paul's P●O●V

            "Alright. I got it- don't worry." He keenly replied before snapping his cell phone shut.

Heading outside his house, he frantically jumped into his car; zipping away to the terminus of his orders.

I'll do this nice and easy. Hopefully everyone else can help!

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Janella's P●O●V

I've got to keep running. I saw him whip out his phone before I turned around the corner. Wait . . . where is my phone? Memory, memory, memory- ugh, he has my cell phone still! Oh, no! What am I going to do?!

Just keep running Janella. You've got to keep running no matter th-

            "Wa- agh! AGH, AGH, AGH!" she screamed; trying to wiggle out of the strangers extremely fierce and secure grasp.

Still squirming and wiggling, Janella squeezed her eyes shut on habit; kicking and screaming in the process. Not willing to open her eyes, due to the fact that she was afraid of who might have her, she felt her feet suddenly off the ground. Opening her eyes to check if she was safe- for she felt no pressure or clutch on her- she looked at the soft ground below her as she was thrown in the back of a van.

Whoever has kidnapped me probably has some idiotic intentions- after all it's not like I'm romantically linked to that boy . . . ugh, ugh- memory? Memory: Harry Styles! Ugh! I hope it wasn't him, it can't be- he wasn't even close enough to get me . . . then who?

Breaking her thoughts appeared a bright light as the door was swung open. In hopped a man who looked strangely familiar- yet she knew she had never met him.

Paul.

The car slammed securely behind him, as he fastened his seatbelt soundly. It was minutes before he finally spoke as the driver of the dark and strangely roomy car- pulled away from the crime scene.

            "So, cupcake- or should I call you by your real name?"

Janella scrunched up her nose in his failed attempt to be like the boy he worked for. He obviously was teaching the boy's to act sarcastically, smugly, and possibly hotly- but he wasn't at all a great teacher- and she was positive of that.

            "So what are you, their babysitter?" she remarked; her eyes narrowing, leaving him in an uncomfortable position. However, he knew just how to respond.

            "Well you could say that- but I'm not the one running around all willy-nilly with my work."

Oh how pleasant. He decides to be too thoughtful in his job and directs everything back on me. Wait . . . Paul. Paul . . . who i- PAUL!

            "Okay, sir. Well, why don't you inform me of your name and business and we can sort this whole thing out."

Clicking his lips, he pulled his arm back from wrapping around the seat in between her and him, unlocked his position from being in the corner of the van, and leaned in closely to her.

Evilly he whispered, "I have no intentions of sorting anything out. But if you must know- my name is Paul; business? Well, you should know who I work for."

And with that he optimistically leaned back. Believing he had won, Janella moved forward a bit, yanked his shirt to pull his face closer to her's, and distinctly echoed with a snotty attitude.

            "As if you were the real Paul- I dislike liars. Now, what exactly do you want?"

Smirking at her discovery, he profoundly hesitated.

            "How did you know?" he trailed.

            "I would have expected a ring from a married man. Not a kidnapper. Cut to the chase- and explain your objectives- time is of the essence- isn't it?" she morosely pronounced; backing up from her place.

Humanely he hummed to himself,

            "Why yes. It is isn't it?"

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