Harley believes she couldn't have romance. The things that contribute to her insecurities are exactly what drew them together. Will she be set free? Or will her past catch up to her?
18+ mature (sex, language, violence, rape)
I wake up and I am cuffed to the bed, I can't even talk. WHAT THE FUCK
Harley: *Where the fuck am I?*
Harley: *Why am I cuffed to the bed?*
Harley: *My god my head fucking hurts."
My eyes adjust to my surroundings and what I see freaks me the fuck out...
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I want to scream but I can't. All that comes out is muffled sobs.
*Tristan*
After work he meets up with some random chick off a hook up app. He wasn't interested in talking to her or anything else. They hooked up and he threw her out. After that he headed to the local strip club Rachaels. He sits in the furthest corner and drinks whiskey until he can't anymore. He received a text from Peyton earlier about Bentley's number....the fucker always has the girls after him. It's 3am and he looks down at his phone for the first time since 7 or 8. There are 10 missed calls from Peyton, 5 missed calls from Bentley, and 12 texts.
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Tristan: What the fuck do they want?
*Bentley*
Bentley races to Peyton and Harley's apartment. Peyton is outside crying and speaking to the police when he arrives. He rushes over to Peyton and pulls her into a hug.
Bentley: Hey! What are they saying?
Peyton: That they can't file a report until it has been 48 hours. Since she is a grown adult, all we can do is wait.
Bentley: Is her car missing?
Peyton: No. I didn't see it when I first came home, but it is parked in the parking garage, and the keys for her car and the apartment are on her nightstand.
Officer Jones: Sir, can I get a statement from you please?
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Bentley: Of course.
The officer and Bentley walk a few yards away
Officer Jones: I'm Officer Jones, I hear you are the last person to see Harley?
Bentley: Yes sir.
Officer Jones: What time was it when she left?
Bentley: 2pm, I had an appointment with a client at the tattoo studio.
Officer Jones: You haven't seen or spoken to her since then?
Bentley: No sir. I texted her after I got home from work, but she never replied.
Officer Jones: What time did you arrive home sir?
Bentley: Around 10 pm
Officer Jones: Did anything particularly upsetting happen today that could have caused Harley to not come home?
Bentley: I mean, something happened but we hashed it out and she seemed fine before she left.
Officer Jones: Can you be more specific sir? I need to know exactly what happened.
Bentley recounts the issue with Rebecca and everything that transpired after, excluding the mind blowing sex.
Officer Jones: What are you to Harley?
Bentley: We are dating....I'm her boyfriend
Officer Jones: I see....well this is all we can gather right now. If you both still haven't heard from her by two days time, please call and file and official report. Ma'am, do you have a picture of Harley? A recent one?
Peyton: Yes sit. Let me grab that for you.
Peyton runs inside and a few minutes later, comes out with a picture of Harley.
Officer Jones: Thank you ma'am. Please make sure to contact us if she shows up.
They both nod, and walk inside. Peyton walks over to the couch and you can tell she has been crying for awhile. She looks like a shell. Bentley walks over, sits down next to her and pulls her into a hug.
Bentley: They will find her Peyton. Or I will. Don't worry. I'm going to go by the shop and see if anything looks out of place. I'll walk the block to check too, okay?
Peyton: Yea....you'll....you'll let me know if you find anything?
Bentley: Of course. Do you need me to stay? I tried getting ahold of Tristan but he hasn't answered.
Peyton: He hasn't answered me either...
She looks down at her hands and picks at the chipped nail polish.
Peyton: I'm going to try to sleep....call me if you find anything?
Bentley: Absolutely. Make sure you lock the damn door after I leave, okay?
Peyton: Yea.....ok.....
Bentley walks out and hears the click of the deadbolt and the sound of Peyton sobbing against the door.
