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A few weeks later
As the weeks passed by, bruises formed all over your torso from the incident. You were glad you hadn't been injured worse as you would have to go to a hospital, which was your last resort.
You managed to take care of the bruises and now you were left with long scars that went across your abdomen.
One week after escaping from your last encounter you decided to go back to Virginia and decided to lay low, especially after everything going on.
No one knew you were there, you made sure of that. You decided that it would be best to stay where nobody would expect you to be, while you searched for Dimitri. You hadn't forgotten him but you hoped he had forgotten you.
The last couple of weeks were boring as you were on bed rest and tried your best to heal so you could go back to what you were originally doing. Putting the bad men to rest.
You were now laying in your bed, your laptop in front of you as began eating a bowl of your favorite type of ice cream. You were watching your newest show obsession New Girl and your heart melted for both Nick and Jess.
Their voices blared out from your laptop filling the room—until you got alert from your phone, which sat on the bedside table that was next to the bed.
Pausing your show, you carefully put down the bowl that was in your hand on top of the bed, moving over to pick up your phone.
Unknown
**1 Attachment**
Confusion quickly fills you as a bunch of questions run inside your head. Who was this person? Why were they texting you? How did they even get your phone number?
You put in the the password to your phone before clicking the attachment to play the video.
"My name is Isabelle Loreno. If you- want my safe return, you will come to the place we first met at before midnight. If you don't, I-it will only make it worse for me. If you fail to show up," oh god she breaks the script choking back on a sob before continuing "or I will die."
You tighten the grip of your phone within your hands as a ball of anger rushes through you. No, this isn't happening.
The strings of your heart felt like it was being tugged on as a wave of nauseousness appears. A million questions ran through your head as you got up, going to your dresser to change.
You changed into a pair of plain but comfortable leggings, and a matching long-sleeve turtleneck that clung onto your body.
