The Impassioned **CURRENTLY AT A STANDSTILL**

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Day Of The Week: Saturday

Amilia's POV.

I wake up in an uncomfortable position in the dark, with my hands somehow bound together. With my heart beginning to pound out of my chest, I struggle to get out of what seems like the trunk of a vehicle.

Why the heck do I have a headcow? Wait, what's the word for that? Head..... something.

Who would do this?...Maybe it was... Arnaldo. I giggle at the silly thought. I don't even know an Arnaldo!

I glance down at the two tightly knotted ropes around my ankles, and hands, and sigh.

Maybe, Nill Nill can come save me, and be my night and shining armor!... Wait, a quick pink second! He made me frsrtutared- I mean, frustrated. I can do it myself.

Just as I get ready to pound my bound hands on the door of the trunk, I hear footsteps walking towards the vehicle. I pretend to still be knocked out, and I hear someone pop the trunk.

A guy laughs, but I don't dare open my eyes, or it would give me away.

I feel a hand stroke my cheek, "You know, you never had a good life anyway. This won't be too hard, on my part." 

"Dude, are you bringing her or not? Everyone's waiting inside!" Another guy says, with more of a raspy voice.

"Yeah, just making sure the stuff we gave her didn't wear off."

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EARLIER THAT MORNING:

Niall's POV.

I wince in pain, as Devin cleans one of the cuts.

I drove to Devin's house last night, after Kristopher banished me away.

"Man, I think you need stitches for some of these..." His face scrunches up in concern.

"Which ones do you think need them? I can get them after I go talk to Amilia."

"Woah, woah, woah. Kristodick specifically said to stay away from her. I don't want some stupid girl you met just in this past week to get you killed. No more Marrlowe for you!"

"She's not just some stupid girl. I really-"

"You really like her, yeah I know." He says annoyed.

"Look, I need to explain to her why I just sped off last night. Six guys against one wasn't going to be a pretty turn out, so I left against my will. I just...- I need to explain to her."

"Yeah, alright bro."

Devin bandages up the last cut on my upper abdomen, "Go get her, tiger." He flashes me a smile.

I hop off the stool, and grab my shirt. "Thanks a bunch, Devin. I owe you one. See ya later!"

"Yeah, you do!! See ya."

With that, I run out, and jump in my car.

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I step out of the car cautiously, in case her dad is here.

I run up the five wide white brick steps, and ring the doorbell. I massage out my thumbs, from drumming them on the steering wheel the whole way here.

"Can I help you?" A boy not much older than me asks, after opening the door.

"Uh, ye...ah.." I look over to the house number, "Is Amilia here?"

The boy laughs, "She just went out to take her drivers license test a couple hours ago. She should be home any minute."