It was about 10 AM when I decided to call one of our body guards, the closest to me, Paul. He agreed to help me get to US, rent or buy a house, he'll most likely buy it full furnished. I packed a light bag and called Zayn.
"Vas happenin'?" He greeted me.
"Lad, I need to make this quick." I said.
"Oh God, who died?" he sensed the tension in my voice.
"I need to go to America. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'll tell you everything when I get there."
Zayn quickly added a 'good luck' before I hung up.
How long had that mail been sitting in that box? It couldn't have been that long, both descriptions said 4 months.
By the time I sat in the 1st class seat, my brain lacked oxygen for doing jumping jacks for the past few hours. This was going to be a long ride, call it my 6th sense.
Alicia's POV
I was right to return back to the house. Just as I'd figured out how to tie my hands together, the front door bursted open. The group had returned. I suddenly felt a nudge to fake sleeping.
The group was coming down the stairs, I could hear their heavy footsteps. My heartbeat quickened, did they come to beat me up again? I had had my daily dose of that already, why were they here?
A group was always worse than just one person. My experience results have confirmed this. A group of 4 people means hours and hours of beating. That's how my arm was broken. That's how I had black spots all over me. That's how I had been raped.
Hours and hours of screaming and no one had heard me.
No one listens.
I was snapped out of my flashbacks when I heard the door close. What? They were gone? I tried to listen to breathing around me. There was absolutely no one breathing around me. They probably came down to check on me. I convinced myself to think that atleast.
As I tried to move, my arm's pain shot through me. It looked pretty disgusting, how the hell am I supposed to even survive this? I was in the need of some seriously urgent help. I had nothing to do but hope for the best.
Liam's POV
I don't remember getting off a plane that fast my entire life. All that I had been hoping was that I wasn't too late. I carried my light luggage alongside keeping up with the security guard that was holding my name up in a cardboard. After he led me to the Range Rover, he took me to the house tat I correctly guessed, Paul unsuprisingly bought for me. Manhattan was a pretty place to go around but I don't think I could waste another second here. All that was on my mind was a girl I have never ever met before, whom I didn't know what she looked like, if she was okay, if she had been through a lot, if she was in one piece, or if I was too late.
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. Adrenaline rushed through me as I ran out of the house and jumped into the Range Rover, telling my new bodyguard Sam to drive me to the police department. I took a picture of the envelope and the letter inside of it, just in case.
"How can I help you?" The woman at the front desk asked.
"I'm here for the missing people cases."
"Which case would that be?"
"Alicia Starks. Can I please talk to the detective is that in charge?"
"Certainly. Please wait and take a seat ovet there." She pointed to some chairs. A tall, built man came up to me after endless minutes. I shot up to my feet.
"I'm Detective Beckett, you have a lead on the Alicia Starks case?" I shook his hand.
"Liam Payne, I just found a letter in my fan mail, I'm guessing you might be interested. It's a pretty big lead." I said letting my hands fall to the sides.
"I believe we should take this to my office." I followed him into the room with the glass door. I took a seat as Det. Beckett got comfortable in his chair.
"Fan mail you say?" He leant on his desk interlocking his hands under his chin. "And what exactly, if I may ask do you do for a living?"
"I'm a singer. I don't want to postpone this any longer. Here's the letter. The address on the envelope is where it came from, obviously.
"The letter has teardrops on it, I checked. Can you please do something about this? Quickly? She has been kidnapped 4 months ago appearantly and I don't want to take a chance to spend another second sitting here."
Detective Beckett took the letter and envelope from me. As his eyes explored, his face paled. He bolted out of the room and somewhere I couldn't trace.
Suddenly, two other men came in.
"Boyi, you do realise that this came from Michigan, right?" The blonde detective asked me.
"Is there a problem detective?" I scrambled up to my feet.
"We're the New York Department, we can't do anything about it." The other detective said. He was the shorted of them all.
"Alicia is from New York, maybe we could get in contact with Michigan. This is from Detroit, we could always send someone there." The blonde detective suggested.
"Alright." Detective Beckett picked up the phone. "Belle, connect me to Michigan?"
"Afternoon, detective. We have a lead on a case and it seems to be in your state. What do you suggest?"
"Alright, thank you. We're on our way." Beckett hung up.
"We got to trace the case in Michigan. Thanks kid, we'll take it from here. I'd like to accompany, please detective! I need to come with you. I can't just wait around waiting to hear news. I'd kill someone waiting. I need to be there. I need closure." Beckett pushed his hand down his face.
"Alright, son. Just don't come crying to me when you get killed."
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End of Chapter 4! Love meee :D
xx Lexie
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The Lucky Stranger (One Direction Fanfiction)
Mystery / Thriller[*AUTHOR'S NOTE* The story includes 1D as characters, it doesn't focus on them] Alicia is kidnapped. Has been held hostage for 4 months. She has been through torture everyday. Her time is almost up. In desperation for help, when an address mix-up...
