May

Eighteen

"The infamous May Collins." A voice says. My eyes are still closed.

"The boastful and annoying Nicolas Sarkozy, think I know that name." I look up at the lame excuse of a man in front of me.

"You do, trust me, let me tell you. Nicolas Sarkozy Jr, is my name, son of former French politician." I want to punch his face but I know but none of Mr Sarkozy's children are involved in such, unless, Nico is illegitimate.

"Ahh, I heard the accent on your words." I say smiling. He steps closer.

"He will not be able to find you and by the time he does you will be dead." He says walking around me.

"Bastard. Why were you trying to kill him?" I ask trying to buy some time.

"He owes me money. He claimed that I had something of his." He says and I look at him wondering what he could have that belongs to Josh.

"What was it?" He looks at me.

"His daughter, now personally I would never allow my children to date that low life you call your boyfriend so there was no way one of my children has his child." Amari! Of course the one thing Josh wants in the world.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask.

"Well, I am not a monster so do not worry no one will be inside you but for every hour that your man does not show up, you lose a finger or get stabbed." He says.

"You are so merciful! I have never met a man with so much power and mercy." Sarcasm will be the death of me.

"I forgot to mention, he will get a video of us doing it." He says smiling. The arrogance of this man.

"Since when do they allow psychotic people roam free? Which mental institution was it, I want to sue?" I ask, feeling like pestering him is fun.

"Timer is on." He walks out of the room.

It is okay for a torture room. They have tools and it is dark, dirty, stinky and I am suspended in the air, well, my hands are but still, I hope Ryan went  to Josh because only Josh can help me.

I try to focus on the happy memories and all the positives in my life when I think of a baby.

I could be pregnant. I wonder if the hit my stomach whether it will affect the zygote?

You never know, would I be able to live with this child? I mean my mom would be furious but I will be okay. I have Dylan and Ryan, Noah and Josh. I hope I get to still work in the café after John passes.

I still can not believe that he will not be here to see me finish High School.

It has been an hour. He walks in, he is not alone.

"I brought a friend." He smiles again, it is hideous, like vomit on cow dung, disgusting.

"I thought you were lonely. It is okay, I have enough friends in my life." I smile and I am trying not to think about the pain.

It has been nine hours. I know because I am missing a finger and I have nine stab wounds. What is taking that idiot so long. I am not sitting here enjoying all of this and I feel dizzy. At this point if he finds me awake it will be a miracle.

I hear Nicolas walk in again and before I can say anything, I pass out.

》 Josh's Point of view 》

I have been losing my mind because the tracking device she has is not working, in fact it is glitching.  I have our tech guy looking at it.

We have to get her. This is the ninth video I am getting. After the first, I have not been looking at the rest.