Kidnapped Heart

Chapter Four

Continued from last chapter

After what felt like hours, but in reality only a few minutes, Diane rushed through the big front door. Alex was awaiting her right by it.

"She's still not answering her phone Mum. I don't know what to do, and the window was open and it wasn't last night. This isn't right."

In an attempt to stay calm for the sake of her daughter, Diane tried to think rationally.

"If your sure that she hast just gone out, we need to call the police Alex." Alex quickly nodded.

Diane pulled her phone from her pocket and dialled the police.

"They're coming as quickly as they can," Diane said softly. She placed a hand on Alex's shoulder and guided her to the sofa near by.

"All we can do is wait for the police Alex. They can help us."

"Every second we wait is a second more they Nicky could be in danger." Alex tried to stand up but her Mother kept a firm but gentle hand on her knee, keeping her down.

"You need to stop assuming the worst okay. There is a long list of possibilities of what could've happened Alex. Just sit down and wait for the police." It wasn't that Diane didn't care or that she wasn't worried about the other girl, but she was trying her hardest not to think of the worst possible situation.

Around twenty minutes later, three policemen arrived. One stated behind took statements from both Alex and Diane while the other two began to search the house.

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Alex tossed in her bed for the twentieth time that night. Her eyes were aching and threatening to close at any moment due to her being so tired, but she couldn't sleep. Not knowing where Nicky was meant that her brain couldn't shut off. Horrible thoughts of what may be happening to Nicky raced through her mind.

She stood up out of bed, deciding that sleep wasn't going to happen and went into the small kitchen. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the counter. She reached for her phone and opened the photos app. She scrolled through the many photos that she had of her and Nicky. She struggled to keep the tears in. She wanted to believe that her Mother was right and try to think positively about where Nicky may be. For the first time she prayed that night. She prayed that Nicky was okay and safe and that she would be found soon.

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One week had passed and still there was no sign of  Nicky. Alex was sat in the back of her English class, not listening to a word that Mr Healy was saying. There was a knock on the door and as Alex turned around she noticed one of the policemen that had come to Nicky's house.

"Enter," said Healy, annoyed that his lesson was being disrupted.

"Excuse me for interrupting but I am looking for Alex Vause."

Healy pointed to Alex.

"Could you come with me please Miss Vause?"

Alex nodded her head. Shakily she stood, picked up her bag and walked over to the policeman. She was nervous, knowing that this would either be good news or bad news regarding Nicky.

He lead her to an office out back where her Mother was already sat. She could read from her face that she wasn't about to receive good news.

"What's going on?" She asked, terror stricken.

"Please take a seat."

Alex did as she was told.

"Is this about Nicky, is she okay? Have you found her?"

Diane placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Miss Vause we were sent a video this morning from whom we believe to be Nicky's captors."

"What was the video. Is she okay?"

"Miss Nichols was shot, and from what we can conclude, she won't have survived."

The words rung in her ears. It was in that moment her heart stopped beating. She could no longer hear the fan blowing air into the room and she could no longer hear the heavy breaths of her Mother sat beside her. For a second the birds stopped flying and the cars stopped driving as the last sentence repeated over and over in her mind again and again. She snapped back into reality.

"Can I see the video?" She needed to see the video to make sure that there was now way Nicky could've survived. The policeman nodded and pulled an iPad out from his bag.

Alex stared at the screen, not blinking.

The video showed Nicky, mouth gagged and her hands tightly she tied behind her, against a large pole. Two men, dressed in clown masks were circling around her, calling her names.

Nicky's face was sweating and her eyes portrayed sheer terror. Then, without warning, one of the men pulled out a gun, looked directly at the camera and shot Nicky directly in the head. The screen went blank.

Alex covered her mouth with a shaky hand and a loud, guttural sound came from her mouth. Tears fell from her eyes and Alex sank to her knees.

"Alex, honey," soothed Diane, crouching down next to her grieving daughter. She took her head and gently pushed it into her shoulder.

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"I made your favourite soup," said Diane, walking over to her daughter, who was sat at the table, staring at the wall.

"I'm not hungry."

"Al, you need to eat."

"She might not be dead though. Why aren't they still searching for her?" Alex was angry.

"And where is Marka? Does she not care?" Alex was shouting now.

"You know she cares Alex. She's grieving for her daughter."

Alex didn't know if she wanted to cry, or scream or punch a wall but all she did know was that there as no way the police could give up. There could still be a way that Nicky was alive. She as her best friend and there was no way that she was going to give up on her.

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