Not Scared Of You

Chapter 16

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Max’s P.O.V

When we arrived at the hotel, I whipped my phone out to call Jayne. I wonder what she would say… I mean, this is really serious! She has to cancel the tour… I took my phone out from my pocket and dialed Jayne’s number.

Ring..

 

Ring…

 

Ring..

Jayne: “Hello?”

Me: “Hi Jayne…”

Jayne: “Hi Max, what’s wrong?”

Me: “I-it’s Krystal… She’s been kidnapped Jayne!” I started to cry a little.

Jayne: “Oh my God! Did you call the police?!”

Me: “Tom’s on it now. What are we going to do?”

Jayne: “Well first thing’s first. We have to cancel the tour. I don’t think there’s anything else you boys can do.”

Me: “Alright, thanks Jayne. We’ll keep you updated if anything else happens.”

Jayne: “Okay. Give the rest of the boys my love. I’m so sorry all of this is happening!”

Max: “Thanks again Jayne. We love you too!”

I hung up the phone and buried my head in my hands. I hope we find her soon.

Tom’s P.O.V

After I called the police, I went to go find Siva. I knocked on his door and he answered. His eyes were red and puffy. Poor thing.  He gave me a weak smile and opened the door wider so I could pass. “Look mate, we’ll find her okay? It may take a while, but she’ll be okay! She’s a strong girl.” I said, trying to comfort him. “Thanks Tom.” He croaked. “What did the police say?” He asked. “Well they said that they’ll look for her. But they need a description of him first.” He sighed, “I haven’t seen him in years. The last time I saw him, I was like twelve. All I know is that he has black hair, pale skin and greenish eyes.” “Well that’s a good enough description, right?” I asked. “I don’t know. They might need to know his height and all of that. But I guess it’s better than nothing.” He said. “Alright, well let’s get some sleep tonight. We can go to the station tomorrow okay?” He nodded his head. I gave him a reassuring smile and walked back into my room. Krystal is a strong girl. She’ll be okay. I just know it.

Nathan’s P.O.V

I couldn’t sleep at all. Knowing Krystal isn’t here just makes me even more upset. I may not be the only one who feels this way, but I love her and to think that she could be somewhere so unsafe, so horrible is just nerve wrecking… I looked at my phone and grabbed it off the table. I unlocked it and the background was a picture of us. I felt the tears slowly stroll down my cheeks. We need to find her… I scrolled through my contacts and found her name. It’s worth a try, right? I clicked on the number but it didn’t ring. It went straight to her voicemail. I sighed heavily and just let the tears roll down my cheeks. Please come back Krystie…

Krystal’s P.O.V

*1 week later*

It’s been one week since I’ve been here. And in this one week, I’ve been beaten, verbally abused, starved and threatened. I’m still fighting though. This is only the beginning. I’m not going to let him win. I need a plan, a plan to contact the boys. But how? A letter won’t work. HE broke my cell phone so I couldn’t contact anyone. Being telepathic doesn’t exist. Or does it? I miss them. I miss Tom’s infectious laugh, Max’s horrible jokes, Jay’s clumsiness and Siva’s funny faces. But I especially miss Nathan. I miss his warmth, his sweetness. I miss that adorable smile of his. I just miss being in his arms. But I’ll make it out of here. It may not be tonight or tomorrow, but I’ll do it. No matter what it takes. Oh no… He’s coming…

 

“KRYSTAL!” He yelled. I jumped at the sound of his voice echoing the room. “What?” I snapped. Bad Idea… All of a sudden, I was on the ground, holding my cheek. He had punched me. “Don’t fucking use that tone with me, do you hear me?!” He spat. “Y-yes.” Don’t show any signs. “Get up.” He ordered. I struggled a bit before slowly lifting myself off the ground. I looked into his cold, angry eyes. I’m not scared. “Adam…” “SHUT UP!” He cut me off and grabbed onto my wrist tightly. He punched me in the face once again. I fell to the ground and tried to curl up in the corner. No matter how many times I tell myself that I need to fight back, I just couldn’t. He was too strong! Before I knew it, he was towering over me. He kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. Things quickly started to fade as he continued kicking. Don’t give up now. Stay strong, fight, defend yourself. My conscience was saying to me. But…

I can’t.