The Skater Girls

What The Fuck

Hazel's P.O.V

"Pot hole on your left!" I called out, swerving my skateboard to avoid falling over.

We were skating for our lives, travelling to the blue dot that was Grace waiting in her car. After 10 missed calls, she finally picked up, saying that Georgia had dragged her to some old warehouse and was taking a long time to come back.

"CAR!" I shouted, squinting at the oncoming headlights. As soon as I warned them, we all made one line at the edge of the road, skating in single file until the coast was clear; then we parted ways and continued as we were.

"How much longer; I feel like my legs are about to fall off!" Ellie shouted from the back of the group.

Danielle was at the front, every once in a while looking at the phone in her hands and changing direction. "5 minutes away!" She called out.

"When was her location last updated?" I asked, from beside her.

She swiped down on the screen to refresh the page, and her face went a bit downcast. "15 minutes ago," she said.

"Well then what happens if we get there and she's not in the car? The dot is in the same place, no? So that must mean she's left her phone and gone to find Georgia." I was getting anxious now, steadying myself slightly on my board, trying to skate and process the situation at the same time.

"Grace will be okay, hopefully she's still in the car. But if she's not, she'll be okay." Danielle was trying to comfort me in my panic attack.

"We both know that out of all people, Grace will not be okay!"

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Grace's P.O.V

I turned the engine off with a sigh, staring at the fuel meter as it went from half full to 0 when the car turned off. I was getting cold and impatient, wondering where Georgia was and what the hell she was up to; whether she had found something important, or was being held captive by some mental man in a room with no windows and soundproof walls...

Buzzzzz

My phone vibrated, sending my heartbeat through the roof for a split second. I looked at my phone, hoping that it was Georgia who was texting me, letting me know that she was okay and was coming back to the car.

"On our way to your location, wherever you are, stay put. X" I read Hannah's text message out loud and cursed underneath my breath when I realised that I was sitting in her car, the car that we had technically stolen in the middle of the night.

I was on 12% battery, and that text message had been sent 15 minutes ago. They were probably skating all the way here, and if they were, that meant that they weren't going to be here anytime soon. My fingers unconsciously began tapping the dashboard, in an attempt to get my mind off the situation I had brought myself in. I was alone, Georgia was alone - and most likely in danger, and the girls weren't here with me to go in and save her. What if Georgia needed me in there now, what if she-

I jumped out of my skin when I heard a piercing scream coming from the warehouse. It was distant, and the windows were rolled up so I couldn't hear properly, but it was definitely a female and she was definitely in trouble. Hesitating for a short while, I reluctantly opened the car door and stepped out into the midnight air, watching as a whiff of smoke left my mouth as I exhaled shakily.

The fence stood before me, shutting me out from the warehouse, keeping me from helping Georgia and whoever else was in there. I wasn't a good climber, but there clearly was no other way I was getting in, so I gathered my wits and began climbing to the top.

Another scream sent me into a state of panic as soon as I hit the ground on the other side. But from out here, I could tell that it was Georgia's voice, and so took off running in the direction of the cry, forgetting to lock the car door, not bothering to check my phone went it buzzed to see if the girls were nearly here.

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Georgia's P.O.V

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the foul smell coming from the seat I was strapped to. Then I went to shout, until I realised that my mouth had been stuffed with a thick rope that was tied around me. No one was in the room, but then again I was sitting in the middle - facing the door, and so could not see what was behind me, or who for that matter.

My hands had been wrapped perfectly with the same rope that was tied around most of my body, and I winced in pain as I miserably failed to wiggle them free, stifling a muffled moan of discomfort.

The room was shabby, dirty and unkempt. It's walls had been stripped off its wallpaper, and the floor was covered in shards of glass and dusty piles of trash. A small lightbulb hung above me, slightly swinging to and fro, flickering every 2 minutes before going back to normal.

A strong stench of pee made my nose flare in distaste. Whoever pissed on this floor was a total scumbag. Lowest of the low. Like a tramp. Like ew.

I stood or rather sat at attention when I heard loud footsteps walking towards the room I was being kept it.

"Is she awake?" I heard someone say.

"She must be, I didn't hit her that hard."

"Move her to the main room, she's too close to the outside, of we need her further in the building. If she screams someone will hear her."

I grinned at the revelation one of the people outside had revealed. So if I screamed, someone could hear me.... hmmmmm.

"AGGHHHHHHHHHHH! AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" My voice broke mid scream but I was giving it all I had.

I stopped when I saw two men standing in front of me, one that I didn't recognise - blonde hair and blue eyes with a shaggy haircut.

The other man was too hard not to notice. And that's not because he was hot.

It was Dean.

"Motherfucker," I muttered.