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Rescued

*Teagan*

I think I've been in the grey room for a few days. I was hungry, uncomfortable, probably had serious rope burn on my arms along with the handcuff laceration, and the fact that the late October temperature was almost freezing and Sam turned off the heat to this room didn't help at all.

What sounded like a door shutting echoed through the house earlier. Sam must've gone somewhere. Whether he was out or not, there was no use for me to escape at this point in the condition I was in.

Now shivering and in extreme pain and discomfort from the scratchy rope against my bare legs, my head lolled to the side and rested on my shoulder. My legs were completely numb with no feeling in them whatsoever.

Sleep. That'll make it better.

I think as I shut my eyes, drifting off slowly.

*Aleks*

God damn was I a wreck. My normally messy hair was even more unruly from not being combed in almost a week and the bags under my eyes weren't even Prada. Goddammit Aleks, now wasn't the time for jokes.

These weren't caused just because I liked Teagan a little but mainly because of the thoughts of what could be happening to her.

James' voice travels into my room,

"Dan said that the house is empty except for Teagan at the moment. Get dressed and get to the car immediately" he says breathlessly.

Then he runs back down the hallway.

I grab the first shirt I see which is just a plain black hoodie and pull it on along with a random pair of shoes and pick up my pistol from my nightstand.

Then I sprint outside and dive into the the already started car containing Dex, Sly, Jordan, and now me.

"You bring a gun, mate?" Dex asks, reloading his pistol as he speaks.

I nod and pull mine from my hoodie pocket to lay it in my lap.

"She's about an hour away, but remember that Dex and I will keep watch while you and Eddie look through the house."

We mumble agreements to Jordan's plan but then stay silent the rest of the journey.

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Gravel crunched under the car tires as we pulled into the driveway.

Eddie instantly hops out of the car and aims in all directions I'm case we're not alone.

"M'kay, I think you're good. Come on," he assures whilst jogging to the only door that led inside.

By the time I'd reached the large wooden door, an ear splitting alarm was blaring through the air. Sly had already unlocked it and was pointing his gun around the room inside.

We search the kitchen, living room, and the bathroom. Opening the first of two doors at the end of a hallway I get sick to my stomach at the sight of the unmade bed inside.

If those bastards did that to her I swear I'll strangle them to death, if not worse.

The door on the other side is locked, which makes me mutter a few choice words before telling Sly to get a butter knife.

When he returns from the kitchen he doesn't just hand me a butter knife but rather a knife and a bobby pin he said he found by the front door.

"She must have tried to get out," I breathe out while poking the knife into the key hole.

(a.n. People with dirty minds where ya at)

Hearing a quiet click sound within the lock, I push the door open and look around the surprisingly cold empty room with my gun raised until I focused on a figure sat up against the wall to the left of me.