Kidnapped - Nash Grier

Part 15 - We Need Nash to Solve the Puzzle

Kendall's POV:

It's been exactly a month since I went missing. I never thought I would make it this far to be quite honest. I definitely thought he would have wanted to be done with me before the cops showed up and arrested him. Another problem with that theory is, he isn't expecting the cops and that's probably why he's  not killed me yet, which is something to be concerned about. I mean, he's killed more of his men than actual victims, it's getting to be too much. 

Cameron, on the other hand, has been doing well. I thought he was going to die that day the security guard was killed. If that guard didn't risk his life for Cameron, Cameron wouldn't be here. It's much better here with Cameron in the cell beside me, too. The both of us talk a lot about what we think he is planning. The guards don't really care if we talk which is good, but we're worried that he has guards families kept captive until he is done using them. 

Everything has been so slow. I mean, nothing has happened. I literally eat, sleep, cry, talk to Cam, eat, and sleep again. The pattern never changes. I've had theories that this was his plan all along; keep me here for the rest of my life. But, what he told Cameron tells me different. 

Cam told me that he told him he was planning to kill me, Cam, my mother and Nash, but when we over heard him and some men talk about guards not returning from a mission, I've been really confused. What has Nash been up to? He's either dead or very smart. Something tells me that the guards that never returned could be a good thing. 

He's been very stressed lately. I feel like Nash is in hiding or something, and he's going crazy because Nash is the last piece to his puzzle; and my mother of course. I'm just hoping that wherever Nash is, my mom is. 

I heard the door creek which told me that I was getting a meal, but when I saw an unfamiliar guard enter, I got nervous. I had, I guess you could say, manipluated some of the guards around here to get extra food, or to sneak pain pills for Cam, but whenever I saw a new guard, my stomach went sick because I don't know what happened to the last one.

"Come, now." The guard barks at me while opening the cage. I look back to see Cam peacefully sleeping. "Now!" The guard yells impatient. I take one last look at Cam before being pulled away. I haven't been called to see him in a while now, so whenever something unusual happens, like this, I make sure I leave everything and everyone properly. 

We walked into the usual office and I saw him. "Nice to see you after two weeks." He said. "It's just great." I said sarcastically and the new guard hit me in the face. I was in shock because I wasn't used to a guard punching me in a while. He snickered. "Like my new guards?" I look back to see the guard laughing along with him. "What do you want?" I spit. "What I want, is your boyfriend." He says. "If you're so smart, why can't you find him? You dumbass." I say and the guard is about to hit me, but he stops him. "Wait...wait. Save it for later." He smirks and the guard laughs again with him. 

"Your stupid little boyfriend is impossible to find and if you don't help me I'll kill your friend Cameron." He threatens. "You can't do that!" I yell. "And why not? I thought I was the 'smart one'." "I don't know where Nash is, I haven't spoken to him in a month!" I cry. "Calm down you piece of shit. I'm going to find him, and when I do I'll do the worst possible thing to you." He pauses and begins to chuckle. "I'll kill him on the spot so you can never see him again!" I begin to sob. "You fucking asshole! Fuck you, go to hell! You're a worthless piece of shit and I hope you rot in hell!" I scream as I punch the air attempting to get free from the guards grip. "Oh, I hope so too." He teases. "Because maybe then I'll see Bobby down there." 

I lost my mind at this point. I did something I thought I would never do, ever. In my whole time being here, I never ever thought that I could be strong and brave enough to do something like this. I stopped pushing and punching and turned around. I walked out of the room and down the hallway, past the doors and into my cell, locking it myself. 

I did exactly what he didn't want.