Story of My Life // Taylor Caniff

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Chapter 71

*Faith's POV*

"So what did it feel like to be kidnapped?" I chuckled, but tried to be serious as Felicity and I walked into our hotel room.

"Scary as hell." She choked out in laughter. I knew she was being serious, but it was a laughing moment for us, because everything is a laughing matter. I sat down on my hotel bed and went on my phone. I got a text message from an unknown number instantly, which sort of freaked me out. Unlocking my phone, it went straight to the message and I read it aloud to Felicity, "You better watch out. This isn't the end."

"What the fuck?" Felicity laughed as she walked into the bathroom putting her hair up into a ponytail.

I shrugged. "Must be a wrong number." and tossed my phone to the side. She came walking out of the bathroom, smoothing her hair down as her mouth dangled open a bit and her eyebrows were cocked. I ran my fingers across my eyebrows and then wiggled them. "Eyebrows on fleek."

She closed her mouth and put a grin on as she shook her head at me and then dived onto her bed, picking up her phone.

"Um, I don't know what types of fucking drugs you're on, but I am pretty damn sure it's crystal clear that it's Kaylee."

I thought about it for a moment, and it did make sense but how would she even get my number? There's like at least two to five people that could possibly know my digits.

"It could be anybody, Felicity. I mean, my dad, I don't think has my number. And I also don't think that taylor or any of the boys would give it out to him," I shook my head, squinting my eyes, and furrowing my eyebrows. "It doesn't make sense."

My phone vibrated in my hand and I looked down at a new text from the same number, "You're confused. Good, let's keep it that way until we have gone through every single magcock boy. Sweet dreams, see you tomorrow."

I pressed the lock button and chucked it at the wall, my phone dropping behind the dresser and tv. Felicity and I ran around the room, looking under the beds, behind curtains and what not, and could not find a single thing.

"Nobody is in here! How could they know what was going on?" Felicity freaked out. I looked at the door for a moment and then ran for it, swinging it open and looking up, then down the hallway. A person turned around the corner and I instantly ran for them.

Her or she was fast, already down and around the next hallway and heading for the elevators.

"Damn it." I mumbled to myself and sprinted faster. Almost slipping on the carpet, I clashed into somebody and flew back onto the floor. I groaned in pain as I held my head and rolled onto my side. A headache started to pound it's way into the back of my skull as someone tried to help me up. I kept my eyes squeezed shut and I ignored the voice that tried speaking to me.

"Oh my, god. I am so sorry, Faith!" It was Jack Johnson. I sighed and moaned in pain, my head ached and I could barely breathe.

"Faith, are you okay?!" Felicity screamed down the hallway. Good job, retard. Over protective boyfriend in three. . . two. . . one.

"Faith!" Taylor ran down the hallway and skidded beside me as he held me in his arms. Little dots danced across my vision and everything became blurry.

"Faith!"

"Jesus, why don't you just die already?" Someone walked off and the sound of their feet disappeared.

"What?" I asked to the voice as I tried to open my eyes. My nose felt hot and humid as I struggled to breathe.

"No matter what happens to you, you keep coming and fighting back. For once, let someone else have the spotlight, Ms. Perfect." A different voice; the sound of feet pitter-pattered somewhere closer to me and something on my arm squirmed a little. "Lets see if you're so perfect now."