Wrong Number

Chapter 6

~Mia~

5 days earlier...

I jump, suddenly awaken by the sound of glass breaking. I sit up only to be pushed back down against my bed. A hand is placed over my mouth as I try to scream.

A large man is standing beside my bed, holding me down. It's too dark to his face. I try to struggle and get out of his grasp.

He's too strong. I can't move.

I start panicking and hyperventilating.

Shit.

I was right. There was someone out there. And now he's gonna kill me.

"Stop struggling." He says to me. A tear falls down my cheek and I don't stop. I need to get away. I'm not dying.

He reaches for something in his pocket and pulls it out, the holds it up to my throat. It's a knife. Another tear runs down my face.

"Stop struggling or I will cut your throat open. Do you hear me?"

I stop. A river of tears escape my eyes. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you. Understand?" He asks, holding the knife closer to my throat. I nod my head slowly.

"Sit up and hold still." He tells me and I do it immediately. There's no way for me to reach my phone without him getting to it first and then slicing my throat open for not holding still.

He forcefully grabs my hands then pulls them behind my back. He wraps duct tape around my wrists tight. It's cutting off my circulation but I can't struggle.

He rips off another piece of duct tape and puts it over my mouth.

"Stand up."

I get off my bed and he grabs my arm and pulls me over to my front door. He unlocks it and opens it then pushes me out. He closes it behind us then drags me over to the main door in the lobby.

No one is out here since it's like three or four in the morning. He looks outside first, then opens the door and continues to drag me around to the parking lot. I'm praying for someone, anyone to see us, but there's no one.

We get up to a red truck. It looks like it's about to fall apart. He opens the door and pushes me in. "Get in and sit up." He tells me. I try to get into the passengers seat, struggling since I can't use my arms.

He gets into the drivers seat and starts the engine. I look over at him and he holds up a fist. I squeeze my eyes shut and look away. He hits me in the face hard and all I see is darkness...

~Zach~

Three days later...

I've been worried about Mia for the past few days. Ever since she texted me the other night about calling the police because she thought there was someone watching her, I've been worried.

I'm sure she's fine, but I don't like that she's living on her own now, especially in that creepy apartment building.

I've been meaning to talk to her since then but I've been so busy with school and work lately and coming home late, I never remember to check on her.

I sent her a text this morning but she hasn't answered yet. She should definitely be awake by now but maybe she just hasn't seen it or she's in class. I just want to know if she's okay.

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I get out of my last class for the day and check my phone. It's 2:30 pm and she still hasn't texted back. I text her again.

Zach: Mia are you okay?
Zach: you're scaring me please answer

I starting to freak out. I should've checked on her sooner it's been three days and I haven't talked to her. Something could've happened to her. What if that's why she's not answering?

Shit.

If she doesn't answer by tonight I'm calling the police.

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I get home from work around 10:15 pm and check my phone. Nothing from Mia. I call her three times and still nothing. That's it.

I call 911 and report her missing...