Stealing Cecilia.

Chapter 3.

What had I just done? I thought to myself as I left the building, tears beginning to fall down my face. Stop being pathetic Cecilia!   I said to myself quietly as I approached the car. 

I looked at my mum in the car. 'Well, this is all very exciting isn't it!' My mother said quickly through the open window, she turned the keys to get the engine running as I opened the door and got in.. There was a loud noise, as if something malfunctioned in the car. 'Uh oh.. I think I may need to check this out. It could be dangerous to drive again!' she exclaimed, unbuckling her seat belt. I sighed and got out the car, my face was emotionless, and I kept noticing my mother look around at me with half a smile. I headed towards where there was a small bench, fit for two, at a push three people. 

Meanwhile, my mum was looking at the interior of the front of the car, cluelessly. She had no idea what she was looking at and had no idea what happened. I just sighed heavily and walked to a bench just near the entrance to the parking lot of the studio. Suddenly I felt a human presence by me.  'Are you alright?' said a small, quiet voice. I could recognise the voice. I looked around and Tristan was about to sit down next to me. He smiled weakly, his face was slightly scrunched up due to the pain he was in because he gained a cold. I nodded slowly, not sure whether or not to lie about the question asked. 'Yeah, I guess so, just dealing with some things.' I spoke quietly, looking around me, noticing my current surroundings. 'I'm here for you Cecilia. As you know, Brad has turned a little insane from Penny's behaviour and it's caused a huge affect on him, so don't listen to a single word he has said to you, to heart. He really does like you, he told me. He was just mad with Penny I guess, I heard it all.' He confronted me. I nodded and breathed lightly. 'Thank you, Tristan. It means a lot to me.' He smiled and sat with his legs separated and he leaned his elbows on his knees. 

A few seconds had passed, we hadn't spoken. Suddenly, there was that same voice. 'So, what's the plan?' He spoke. 'Pardon?' I said back, politely. 'I mean, what's the plan to make him realise you are there. He needs to sort that life of his out or he is going to lose you.' He said with half a smile, half a frown. I slowly looked down at the ground. 'Cheer up, i'm here to help, as well as these two losers coming over.' He said, pointing at Connor and James approaching us. Connor was on James' back and they were running towards us and laughing. 'Thank you so much Tristan, and those two losers.' I said with a laugh. 'Hey, knock knock.' Connor said, with a laugh. 'Who's there?' James said, drearily. Everyone who knows Connor, knows his jokes are terrible! I laughed, knowing full well this was going to be terrible. Everyone stood there silently, whilst Connor was in hysterics.He couldn't stop laughing to tell this joke. Tristan looked at him blankly, along with James. 'Remind me to buy you a joke book because that was actually so terrible, it hurt.' James said. I laughed at James' comment, and Connor smirked. 'How rude. My jokes are fa-uh-oh, here comes the bad boy!' Connor said quickly, watching Brad approach us.

'What's up losers. Liz and Chloe, you know our managers, told me to tell you to leave this pathetic little girl alone and get yourselves in the studio, right now!' He said rudely, he flicked his curly hair as he spoke. 'Brad, first thing. Stop with the I'm hard act. Secondly, sort yourself out. Thirdly, apologize, now.' said Connor, anger was building up in his voice. 'Oh shut up Connor, your not as great as you think you are either. So, shut up because your pathetic as well as her and you James and especially you Tristan with your stupid voice!' Brad said angrily, his hands turned into violent fists. 'I'm on vocal rest and you know I am.' Tristan said calmly and quietly, you could hear the pain in his voice. 'Your voice isn't even great anyway.' Brad laughed, with a nasty smirk on his face. Did he just really say that to one of his supposed best friends?  'Brad, what is wrong with you?' I spoke as calmly as I possibly could, despite being angry with him. 'This stupid band! I hate being in this. I wish I was a soloist!' He said, with his face really red and annoyed. 'Brad, it was your choice to be in this band. Why don't you just go home for a bit, spend time with your family and sort yourself out because right now, your being a really terrible person.' Connor said, calmly. Brad shook his head violently. 'Not till I get what I want. We all know, I get what I want.' He said slowly and he smirked. For a second I felt like it was a thriller movie. 

My mum had gone inside about 5 minutes ago, so she didn't hear a single word of this. 'Exactly what is that then?' James said, getting even more mad.. 'Her.' Brad said pointing directly at me. I gasped and my body began to shake violently. 'Me?' I asked, my voice shaking in unison with my body . 'I want you, and I will get you. I always get what I want.' Brad spoke in a creepy way and smirked at me. He came over to me quickly and grabbed my arm and pulled at it. I screamed loudly. 'Brad, what are you doing?' I shouted, trying to resist his strength. He was really strong. 

He pulled me up and tried to drag me away from the bench, I couldn't fight his strength. 'Brad what are you doing?' Connor shouted, trying to pull him off me. 'Move out the way, Connor!' Brad shouted, pushing past him and knocking him down to the floor. He landed on his arm. James and Tristan tried to get him to release his grip from my arm and he gripped my arm, tighter and tighter. 'Please stop! You are really hurting me, Brad!' I shouted. I was in too much pain to even cry. Brad quickly picked me up and swung me over his shoulder, taking me away from the studio's parking lot entrance. They followed directly behind him, apart from Tristan who decided to go into the studio to find my mum and more help, although it would be far too late before he found her and actually brought her out here. Brad unlocked his car quickly and opened the back door, he then threw me into the back seat, where I hit my head on the inside of the door, making me instantly unconscious because of the strength. 'Brad, what are you doing?' Tristan shouted, you could hear the pain in his words. 'I'm taking her far away from this place. She doesn't deserve to live the life she's living for doing this to me!' Brad shouted as he got into the car. He then slammed the door and got the engine started. 

The tyres made loud squeaking noises as he zoomed off, with me innocently laid in the back, completely unconscious. James couldn't do anything now, Connor was still laid on the floor in pain and Tristan still hadn't come out of the building. I had no idea where I was going. I had no idea why Brad wanted to do this to me, but I knew there was no escaping Brad now. He had me trapped and I wasn't going anywhere near home for a while, maybe not ever again. Who knows what Brad has planned for me now. There are only two possibilities. Life or death but either one would go badly. How lucky for me.