The Nerd Introduced to the Jocks Parents (In Editing)

Chapter 43- Kidnapped

A/N: This Chapter is short I KNOW! But I really wanted it to stop here, because of what I have planned for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. I have taken the extra time I needed, and planned out the rest of the book, I had a general idea, but each chapter has been completely planned now, and I know that this book, might be the best one I have done. At lease it was one fo the funnest to write. And having all of my fans supporting me, and excusing my time mistakes, means the world to me. Thank you so much for supporting me! And NOTE: There is still about 23 more chapters coming... so we are far from the end. I just really wanted to express how much I appreciate it!

Chapter 43- Kidnapped

 

Ellla's POV 

1:30p.m - 41hrs in The Slums

I spit out the blood, that gathered in my mouth. Bitch got me good. Third guy, and had pocketed over 600 dollars, in bets. This fourth guy however, has not fought anyone, and my energy was draining. However, my buzz was not. I was supplied with more shots after every round, it kept my mood up. And I wasnt really wanting to be sober. I looked down as the pile of blood I just spit up.

"Now your dead." I sneered at him, with a mocking smile. He grinned, his teeth red from blood. We had been beating each-others ass for a good 15 minutes. I will admit for a 300 pound of muscle guy, he was pretty good. But my small, and strong body moved easier than his bulky one. He swung, I ducked just in time. I came up with a swift punch under his chin. When I backed up, I realized he bit his tongue in the motion. I turned and delivered a swift a snap kick to his rip, but most efficient way to break one.

Crack! He groaned and dropped to the floor. I didn't hesitate in pulling him into a head lock, he twisted and squirmed, but it only resulted in hurting his fresh-broken rib. After cutting of his ari-way, he finally tapped out, I dropped him. And relished in the cheers around me. Squiahey's walked up smiling.

"OUR WINNER!" They handed me water, and said to head out and get some air. I agreed and walked outside. The cool air hit me hard, and It felt relaxing. IT was light outside, but hidden in the alley, it seemed dark. I knew it had to have been around 2pm. I had slept since the fall out with Tyler and them. I shook the though. Not wanting to think about it.

That's when two strong hands came across my mouth, and nose. A gag was shoved in my mouth, or better put a wet rag was shoved in my mouth. I tried to fight, but I realized their was more than one person holding me still. I groaned. A bag was shoved over my face, cutting me off from being able to see who had grabbed me. Mikey! It had to be him! I was shoved in a trunk, painfully I might add. The doors slammed shut, and the car sped away. Leaving me pissed, drunk, and very very scared. If this was Mikey, it might very well be my last day....

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*Tyler's POV*

I paced around Fella's living room. It was around 9p.m.. Nana sat with Payson, who was soothing her. Bud stared, obviously thinking very hard. I sighed. What were we going to do?

"Its going to be okay Stacy, She will be here. We will find a way to get her." By the look and sound of Payson, I knew her words held more confidence then she did. I groaned.

"We could call the cops!" I said exasperated. The cops would help her!

"No! If she is found drunk, fighting or on drugs again, she will violate her rehab. She will be sent back, and they have a two year minimum for second time offenders." Bud growled. Nana nodded. Silence took up over again.

*Bud's POV***

7.30p.m - 47hrs of Ella Gone

"Let's not tell Fella I know yet, okay." Tyler said quietly, I had no need to tell her, and knew she would be pissed at me, I waved him off. Happy he made sure Nana couldn't hear him. My phone began vibrating, I hoped it was Ella, but it was something far worse.

'I know about you... Skippey...little secret.' It read, like bold, taunting, blackmail.

I gulped, and looked at the people around me. It wasn't Payson, I prayed it wasn't Ella. But all I knew. Was someone in this group of ours, was weather really fucking with me.... or they had told someone. But either way... my secret was out, and in the hands of someone I didn't know. I will watch, and find out later. No need to focus on this, we need to get Ella back. I tried to stay away from the thoughts... but fear that my secret was out, clawed at me.

"If the cops find out this will go from bad to worse, and..." I said in a horse voice, trying to rid myself of the thoughts. And as if I could see the future, a bright flashlight flooded through the house. COPS!  A loud banging on the door, before the door handle turned, and the door swung open.....