When They Fell

Chapter 7: Missing

Liam's POV
I watched from the stage as Rebecca ran off to the bathroom. Did I embarrass her? I sure hope not because I'd never want to hurt my baby's feelings, but I was really worried about her.
I continued throughout the rest of the concert when Rebecca never returned. After everyone left I decided to scour the place before we exited as well. I went backstage, to the dressing room, her seats, and then to the ladies bathroom.
Once I entered I already knew something had happened. It was a private bathroom for personnel only but she had access to them. The sink was still on and there were newspapers scattered on the floor. The end of the bench was broken and there was some sort of red liquid that resembled blood and I was praying that it was not Rebecca's.
There looked as what had been shattered glass from the screen on her phone but her phone was completely missing. I ran out of the bathroom and into the long hallways until I ran into Zayn. My face was flushed and I had tears leaving wet trails down my cheeks.
I whimpered and my breath shook. "She's gone. Zayn, she's missing." I was glancing off at the side. The thought was still processing over and over in my head until my vision slowly gazed into Zayn's. He looked flustered as well and he ran off into the direction he came from.
"Hang tight!" He shouted "I'm getting the car." The pattering sound of Zayn's feet on the floor reminded me of the slow of her heart as I held her close to me. I could feel the pressure hitting my chest while she drifted into a deep sleep and I'd thank God for having put us together. But slowly, an agonizing slow, a torturous slow, the sound of his feet disappeared. And as his feet went, so did the beating of her heart as I drifted into painful sleeps.
Rebecca's POV:
My eyes were taped shut. As well as my mouth, hands, and legs. All I remember is being knocked to the ground, but I could feel a dim, yellow light beating the side of my face. I think I'm in a trunk. I'm in his trunk. I slowly heard the brakes squeal to a stop when I began hyperventilating. Oh no. I was having a panic attack. How long had we been driving? Did I remember any turns? Why wasn't I paying attention? I felt the white, hot light of morning's day hit the side of my face when I realized that he had been driving all night. I lost all hope in being rescued. I lost all hope in seeing Liam again.
I felt him drag me out of the car by my ankles. My head hit the edge of the trunk and it was a long, hard fall from the trunk to the rocks on the ground. I made a small whimper as I felt blood gushing from the side of my head.
"SHUT UP BITCH!" He screamed and slapped my face. I was used to this. He always hit me but I hadn't felt his pain since I escaped from him. That had been years ago when I was seventeen. I was fighting back my tears because I knew what would happen if I didn't do what he wanted me to.
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me up the stairs, my head hitting every step which made the feeling worse. He sat me in a chair, tying me up, and then took the duct tape off of my eyes. There he was. Cooper Winston. My ex boyfriend. At the age of seventeen, I ran away from my mom. My dad and mom had gotten divorced when I was five years old and I had lived with my mom ever since. I was allowed visitation with my dad, until my mom decided that she wanted full custody. I had always been a daddy's girl, and he struggled to get me back. My mom became furious and we moved to south Alabama. She eventually became a drug addict and abusive so I decided at the age of seventeen that I had taken enough. She would have been too high to even noticed that I was gone so I left. I had been trying to find my dad so I made my way down the interstate and I met Cooper.
I fell in love with him at first sight and eventually moved in with him. Everything was going fine until he became angered because I refused to have sex with me. Cooper beat me every night and I finally had enough the night he nearly bashed my head in with a pipe. I moved in to an apartment by myself and I still haven't found my dad.
I stared at him for a few seconds until he became raged.
"Why'd you RUN BITCH?!?!" He screamed in my face. I turned my head to avoid him but he grabbed my cheeks. "ANSWER ME YOU WHORE!! You gave yourself to that bastard didn't you?!" He turned around squeezing his hands together. "DIDNT YOU?!? YOU SLEPT WITH HIM MORE TIMES THAN ANYONE BECAUSE YOU'RE A WHORE."
I remained quiet and realized that was my best defense.
"Oh I've got a new punishment for when you're silent you slut." He knocked me in the head with a pole in a spot that would only knock me out for about 10 minutes. When I opened my eyes I was tied to a bed, completely naked.