Abused

Ten

It was early when I awoke. The previous night, I had hit the hay early, and I'm sure Katy did as well. With the sun blasting it's brightness into my eyes, I got out of bed to see if Katy was alright.

"Katy, you alright?" I knock on her door.

I got no response. I knocked for a second time.

"Katy, you up?"

With no response from her, I figured she didn't hear me because she happened to still be sleeping. I opened the door, and she was missing again. I didn't see her phone, so I texted her.

Me: Katy, where are you?!

Ten minutes pass.

Me: Katy, are you okay?

Another ten minutes pass, and I still receive no answer from her. One more text to her:

Me: Katy, please answer me!

Shit Katy. I still received no answer. Maybe she was okay. Maybe she was working out or shopping at a local store. I figured I wouldn't bother her anymore than I already was.

I threw my phone on the couch and went to grab a bowl of cereal. With an easy breakfast in my stomach, I decided to then take a shower. I brought my phone with me and left it on the sink just in case I heard I had received a text or call from Katy.

After finishing my shower, I dried my body off and checked my phone. I received nothing from Katy. Since the time I woke up and realized she wasn't in her room, it has been two hours and fifteen minutes. Hearing nothing from her, it led me to think she wasn't working out or shopping at a local store; that something happened with her.

I sent her a few texts before trying to call her.

Me: Katy, please answer

Me: You have me worried!

Me: Where the hell are you?!

Me: Katy!!

Two minutes with no reply, I called her. Her phone rang, and rang, and then went to voicemail. I left her a message. This was the voicemail:

Katy, I woke up to see you weren't in your room. Where are you at? You're worrying the hell out of me by not answering. Are you okay? Call me when you receive this. I hope you're okay. Please get back to me soon.

I still received no answer from her. At this point, I was very worried that she was in fact kidnapped by Derek, and held prisoner somewhere. I also feared she was murdered. I was having a very bad anxiety attack that the room I was standing in started to turn black. I eventually collapsed for a few seconds due to dizziness.

After realizing where I was and what was around me, I went to contact Katy's management. After asking them if they knew where Katy was, they had no answer. Maybe Pamla and Shannon heard from her, as well as Ferras. I received a reply from Pamla, and she hadn't heard from her either.

Shannon had an interview, then filming for her movie "Love Turns To Hate," as she was staring as Layla Valerno. Ferras, had rehearsal for his concert happening this evening.

I told Pamla to meet up with me so we could report Derek at the police station. Katy would have answered by now had she not been kidnapped from Derek.

One more phone call try with Katy, and it rang, and rang. I didn't leave any voicemail and immediately proceeded to the police station.

Pamla had beaten me there, and had already told them that Katy was kidnapped by Derek. The police man working at the desktop had asked what could have led up to the kidnapping, and if anything was seen.

"No, sir. It happened when I was sleeping. I was staying with her," I reply.

"And, what happened to lead up to the kidnapping?" He asks.

"He abused her before. They were in a fight as well, and I think that pissed him off."

"Okay, any ideas where she could be?"

"No, not at all."

"Have you tried calling miss Perry?" He types information into his computer.

"Calling, and texting. No answer."

"Okay. Well, I have his general information, and we'll begin a search. I've been told miss Perry is a singer, so does she have any major events coming up? Because the search might be awhile."

"She has an interview in two days, and a performance at a Kings game, that's it," Pamla is immediate on knowing her upcoming schedule.

"Okay. Well the news will have to get said out. We'll start an investigation for her, and hopefully we will find this Derek guy and she'll be okay. Thank you for your report."

Now that the report was handed over to the police and a search was happening, was a much better relief. However, Pam and I were going to start searching before the police could. Still panicking, we both start the search. Just hearing a "ding" on my phone seeing a text from Katy would be even much of a bigger relief. Man, I hope she's okay.