From Buitron to Styles

Chapter 32..Waking up

(Jacqueline's P.O.V.)

I blinked a couple times and looked around. I wasn't home, I wasn't with Harry. I was alone. I was sitting in a chair, my hands tied to the back with rope. I could see my hands had been rubbed against it so much, it left burns on my wrists, they were red and small spots of blood leaked out. Each one of my legs were tied to a leg of the chair with rope. My shirt was cut in half, laying on the floor in front of me, dirty and muddy. Which brought me back to last night, the last thing I remembered was being tackled by a rather large man, he kidnapped me! My pants were unbuttoned, laying next to my shirt. I was sitting in a cold chair, in my bra and underwear. I examined the room, finding a clock, which read 10:04, in the morning. It was the next day. I had no idea what happened after I was thrown into the truck, he forced medicine and water down my throat and I fainted. I had no idea where this house is at. I do know I am in an enclosed basement. No windows, no nothing. Long wooden stairs led to a door above. I needed to escape if I wanted out of here alive. I looked to my left, finding my phone on a desk beside me, I had service, my phone kept lighting up. If only I could reach it. Kenzie's missed calls kept piling up, when it stopped vibrating, I saw I had 64 missed calls from Kenzie, 37 from Harry and 12 texts from Liam. I saw a lump under my shirt, in the shape of scissors. I gained as much strength as I could and pushed my body making the chair tip over. I was now laying on my side, the chair attached to my bum and back. I moved my fingers as much as I could. I pinched my shirt and moved it a bit, revealing the scissors. I hooked my finger inside one of the finger holes and put another finger in the other, spreading them apart. I struggled getting the rope between the two blades but eventually succeeded. I stretched one of my fingers as far as it could go and slammed the scissors into the desk making them cut the weak rope. I wiggled my hands free and looked over them. Why was I looking at my hands? I could escape! I picked up the scissors and cut the rope around my ankles. I jumped to my feet and began searching for any space I could escape from, the only way I could was the door. I heard footsteps nearing the door. I scrambled back to the chair, putting the scissors back under my shirt. I threw the pieces of rope behind the desk and kept two and quickly, sloppily tied my ankles back to the chair and placed my hands behind the chair. The door creaked open and the man walked down the stairs and stood in front of me, he looked my body over.

"Now I need to go get some dog kibble, don't try any funny business." He said, walking back up the stairs and leaving. I heard his engine roar and pull away. I climbed to my feet, I grabbed my phone and read all of Liam's texts.

'Where r u? xx'

'Harry isn't taking it well come back'

'He need you'

'He feels really bad'

'He's breaking down on the floor'

'We know you're missing now. We filed a report and a lady came in and told what she saw about you. I don't know if you'll ever see this again, I know you're out there somewhere and I love you.'

'I'm so sorry J. We'll get you back. Don't lose faith. Don't give up, even if you don't read these. You're in our prayers.'

'He won't get away with this. That's a promise.'

'Police are putting things out.'

'In newspaper'

'Hanging them up'

'I know we'll get you back. Kenzie lost it, she can't take it she lost control. I feel horrible. I love you. xx'

At least I knew they could search for me. His texts brought tears to my eyes. I stuffed my phone in my bra and ran for the door. I wiggled the doorknob, no use, he locked it, smart man. I began searching for anything I could pick the lock with when I heard an engine roar closer to the house. Shit, was he really that fast? I set my phone back on the desk and tied my ankles together.