Why Try

Part 4: Be there or she dies

a/n: sorry if there's any mistakes :/

Arianas pov:

"Where could she be?" I frustratedly ask to Courtney who's tapping violently on phone. "Uh.." "What are you doing?" I ask even more frustrated. She sighs and throws her phone on my bed. "Nothing.. why's it bothering you so much anyway? She probably just wants some time alone" She stares at me waiting for an answer. "Because she's my bestfriend?" I say making it sound like a question. "You sure? I know you love her" She teases. "Of course I love her, she's my bestfriend" I say in a 'duh' tone. "Stop lying to me and yourself" She bravely says. I sigh and lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

Courtney pulls herself from the chair she was on and sits beside me. "Like I said, she probably wants some time alone Ari" She softly speaks. "But why? It's been a week Court. She would've messaged me if she wanted time. Even Louie and Addison don't know where she is!" I yell and stuff my face in my pillow. She pulls my face out of my pillow before she speaks, "Have you called her parents?" "Yes, they said they haven't heard from her" I say and stare at her waiting for more advice.

"Uh.. Why don't you call the cops and report her as a missing person or something, ya know?" Finally, she decides to be useful. "Smart, why didn't I think of that before" I mumble to myself. She chuckles and speaks again, "Because you're dumb, I think you need to wait 24 hours before you call the cops, or is it 48 ho-" "I don't know I've never been in the situation before! Besides, it's already been a week. Why the fuck did I wait so long?!" I yell. I get up and grab my phone from the bathroom and walk back towards to Courtney. I go onto 'phone' and dial 911, soon after an operator speaks. "911, what's your emergency?" I sigh and look over at Courtney, who's nodding her head and smiling sympathetically,

"I'd like to report a missing person"

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Cameron's pov:

I've been here for a fucking week. I think, how am I meant to know? The days have gone past dreadfully slow and I'm being fed like one meal a day. I don't think it's even considered a meal, all I'm being given is a piece of bread with a cup of water. At least it's something. Hold up, it gets better! If I'm 'rude', I get no food and punches to my stomach. How did I even end up here? There's gotta be people looking for me, right?

While I'm drowing in my thoughts, which I tend to do quite a lot now, the door flies open and a familiar face walks in. "Hello love, did you get any rest?" He asks as if nothing was wrong. "Yes, dont worry I got my beauty sleep" I sarcastically say. "I thought we talked about the way you speak to me dear, didn't we?" He asks pouting and squats in front of me. I squeeze my eyes shut and slowly nod my head. "I like the new look, trying something different eh?" the old bastard asks, slowly strokes my bruises and cuts on my face.

"I'm getting quite bored of you already, you want some tea?" He stands up and pats the dust of his black suit. "I never had tea" I slowly say looking up to him. "You're from London and you've never had tea?!" He poses a shocked expression. "No one drinks tea from where I'm from" I quietly say. "And where exactly are you from? North? East? South? Or west?" He growls in my ear and grabs my shoulders to pull me up. "Maybe, maybe, I should pay your parents a little visit. After all, I'm still angry at your brother for what he done, you don't know do you?" He asks happily. How can this psycho be happy after all of this?

I shake my head no, he throws me back to the concrete floor and I yelp in pain. He slowly walks around the empty room and begins speaking. "You're brother, Dylan, was a smart one. It's a shame that it all had to come down to this" He smiles smugly. His eyes burning through me as if he saw nothing. As if I'm nothing. "However, he was one greedy motherfucker. Always wanting more and more and more... money" I remain silent not wanting to cross onto his bad side. I had no idea what he was talking about. My brother and I were close, but I never knew  these people existed. "Long story short, him and his smart brain decided it would be a good idea stealing MY bloody money!" He yelled, causing me to flinch at how loud he was yelling.

His mood quickly changed from angry to calm. "I caught him in the process" He squats infront of me again, "And that's when your useless, worthless, piece of shit little brother DIED!" I screamed at the top of his lungs, his hot breathe hitting me. His face was bright red, fuming with anger and looked like he was about to explode with one wrong move. This maniac killed my brother because he stole money? That's his reason?

"However, he did have someone on his side who managed to slip away with $500,000. That's why you're here, if you were wondering" He smiles and pokes my nose. "You're either going to work it off, or entertain me and my men" He spits at me and pulls my ear. I didn't dare to make a sound, mainly because how terrified I am. He grabs me by my shirt and pulls me up to the wall. He closes any space between us. "What do you wanna do? Work it off or entertain me?" He gnarls slowly in my ear. "None" I weakly say. He smiles, "Men!" He calls and chucks me onto the the ground. He names his men 'men'?

"You dear, need to be taught a lesson"

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Arianas pov:

2 cops showed up to my hotel room and I explained everything from us talking before the show then after the show in her greenroom and her leaving her phone. Currently Louie and Addison are talking to the cops and explaining everything they knew. I sigh and sit on my bed and grab my phone as it chimes a couple times. I unenthusiastically look at it and immediately furrow my eyebrows.

Unknown: Hello Ariana, you want your precious friend to live?

Ariana: who is this?

Unknown: *sends picture of Cameron*

I immediately cover my mouth to stop me from breaking down, how could they do that to her? She looks so hurt, so hopeless.

Ariana: don't fucking touch her, what do you want?

Unknown: Half a million dollars. You can do that can't you, pop star?

Ariana: half a million? when and where?

Unknown: *sends location* Tonight at 8. Be there or she dies.

a/n: sorry if this is boring, next chapter won't be :) i hope