Being Brad's Sister

18. Missing

Brad's pov

I tried so hard to stay awake last night, but I couldn't because I was so tired. I ended up going to bed and falling asleep at ten. James said he would get Em back so she could get a decent amount of sleep as she has college today so they probably came home not long after I went to bed.

I was woken up by my alarm this morning telling me I had to get up and go to the studios which is where I am going now. When I wake up it was about quarter past eight so I made a mental note to speak to Em when we get home and I already know that the lads and I will be questioning James at the studios.

When I arrive at the studios I go inside to be greeted by Connor, Tristan, Dean and Joe.

"Is James with you?"

"No why would he be?" I ask confused.

"He is normally here by now so we thought he was with you."

"Nope, have you called him?"

"We wanted to see if he was with you first."

"I'll call him." Joe takes his phone out and dials James' number. "James where are you we are all at the studios. Call one of us as soon as possible." He hangs up the phone and shoves it back in his pocket.

"This isn't like James he would call or text one of us if he is running late."

"I know," I mutter. My phone rings and I rush to get it out of my pocket. "James?" I say hoping it is him.

"Sorry, Brad it's us. Emma isn't in school and by the sounds of it James isn't with you either so where are they?" Someone says in a very panicked way.

"Zoey?"

"Brad where are they Emma is never late for school. Not this late anyway."

"And James is never this late to the studios."

"Something is wrong."

"Zoey it’s okay. What lessons do you have now?"

"Jayna isn't in college today and I don't have any more lessons. I only had period one and two. Jayna is trying to call Emma, but she isn't picking up."

"Same here we are trying to rings James but he isn't picking up. Meet me at my house we'll talk there. Tell Jayna to come as well."

"Okay, see you in about half an hour." We hang up and I start to panic. Where are they?

"I'm going home Jayna and Zoey are coming over. Em wasn't in college today."

"That's not like her."

"I know," I shout.

"I'll drive you guys keep trying James and Emma, Dean and Connor check their social media accounts to see if they put anything on there," Joe instructs us. We run out to the cars and Joe drives us to mine.

I call Emma over and over again. Every now and then leaving a voicemail or texting her. Tristan is ringing James doing exactly thwarting same as me. Connor is checking Emma's social networking sites and Dean is checking James'.

James' pov

I wake up feeling rough and uncomfortable. It is pitch black; my wrist, back, head and ankles kill and I am freezing. I try to move but realise that my hands are tied behind me and my ankles are tied together.

What the hell happened and where the hell am I?

I remember I was with Emma before I blanked out so I try to look around for any signs of her. It is so dark that I can't see her and I have a gag in my mouth so I can't call her.

A few weeks ago I watched this strange video of this kid who linked his hands and stepped through them without breaking the bond between his hands. It was crazy, but that could be useful now. I remember that the kid did and I copy it. Shuffling and wiggling around I eventually get my hands from behind my back to front of me. I raise them and remove my gag.

"Emma," I whisper not wanting to let anyone know I am awake in case they knock me out again or something. I call once more but a little louder than last time. There is no reply so hopefully they, whoever 'they' are, have left Emma alone. I untie my ankles and sit cross-legged while I fiddle with the rope around my wrists. Using my teeth and the limited moved of my hands, I loosen the knot slightly so I am able to slide the rope off. I get up and stretch. I walk from one side of the box room to another. 

I find a door, but it was locked. There is a click behind me and a door flies open. A figure is pushed into the room and slams the door shut. I run over and pick the person up bringing them back over to the far wall.

"Emma are you okay?" She hums obviously she hasn't been able to free herself. I take her gag off and untie the ropes.

"James where are we?"

"I don't know."

"I'm scared." She cries I hold her tight trying to calm her down. The door swings open and two people enter.

"Hello Emma."

"Where are we? Take me back? This has nothing to do with James let him go!"

Brad's pov

We have been trying for around two hours to get hold of James and Emma now. Mum and dad called saying the school rang them about Emma's whereabouts so I told them and Dad told me that he was up quite late and didn't see Emma come home. We've asked James' mum to see if he went home last night and apparently she didn't see him either so they are missing. God knows where and god knows what they are playing at, but we are all worried. We called the police and they said they will keep a lookout but they are doing sod all. 

"I'm scared that is my best friend and my sister out there missing. Where are they?" I pace back and forth.

"Brad you’re not helping sit down. James will look after Emma, where ever they are." I hope Tristan is right.