F.I.N.E (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Steven's POV
4 hours since kidnapping

"Well where do you think she would go?" Joe asked.
"That's the thing, man! We had plans, and I went to pick her up, and she wasn't there. She wouldn't just leave."
I was so nervous my legs were shaking.
My mind was racing with thoughts. Who could have taken her? Why would she disappear?
Just then, it hit me.
"That fucking asshole." I said.
Joe looked at me strangely. "What?? Who?"
"I think I know who took Kat. But I'm not entirely sure. Does this building have security cameras?"
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Kat's POV
I was starting to get really tired because it was like 11pm.
I was also really hungry.
The door opened, breaking me out of my reverie.
Chris stepped inside, a smirk on his face.
Thankfully, he had some food in his hand.
"You hungry, Kat?" He asked as he got closer to the chair I was tied to.
He kneeled down in front of me.
Man, looking at him made me boil with anger.
I nodded in response to his question, and he untied my legs and arms.
I twisted my wrists to get feeling back, as I did the same with my legs.
Chris handed me the food, and I started eating so fast. After not eating for six hours, it tasted like heaven.

After I finished, Chris took the garbage, and placed it on a table next to me.
Chris stood above me, just staring down in my direction.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable.
Just then, unexpectedly, his lips found mine, and he started kissing me roughly, his hands pressing against my shoulders.
I squirmed, trying to break out of his grip, but he was too strong.
After a minute, he pulled away. I glared at him. He knew I wasn't happy.
"Don't touch me." I muttered.
Once again, I felt the sting as he slapped me. In the same fucking place!!
If Steven ever found me, I was gonna be a wreck.
I took a deep breath, and clutched my face.
Chris was pacing in front of me, angry whispers falling out of his mouth.
"WHAT ELSE CAN I DO, KAT?!" Chris suddenly yelled.
I was taken aback, and my heart started racing.
I didn't answer, and he crouched in front of me.
"I loved you. I've always loved you. But we could have worked out. But that rockstar had to come in between us."
I sighed. "Chris, I did love you. But our time was up. Just accept it!"
Chris's eyes narrowed, and I could see a glint of something in his hand.
"I will not accept that. If I can't have you, no one will."

It all happened in a blur. Chris raised the knife, and stabbed me in the thigh.
I screamed in pain, as he pulled it out.
He didn't stop though. He grabbed my arm, and I screamed in pain again as the knife broke skin.
Chris stumbled back, and I tried to catch my breath from fear and shock. I could feel the blood spilling from both wounds. I didn't think he hit any major arteries, but it still hurt like fucking hell.
Chris just left then, slamming the door behind him once again.
I took slow breaths in and out, trying to calm myself down. I was so scared now.
Steven, please hurry. Whatever you're doing, please hurry up with it.
I felt the tears spill down my face.
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Steven's POV
Me and the guys sat in a circle, with a police officer, and the apartment building's landlord.
"So, just look in the top camera, and yell 'Stop' when you see what you're looking for." Kat's landlord told us as he started the security tape.
We went through thirty minutes of nothing until I noticed something.
A person was walking up the stairs, and down the hallway, stopping at Kat's door. A minute later the door opened, and the person stepped inside. There was a struggle, and he walked back out, carrying an unconscious Kat over his shoulder.
"Stop!" I exclaimed.
The landlord obeyed.
"Zoom in."
He did just that, and I nodded, my intuition having been right.
It was a bit blurry, but I would remember that face anywhere. That crazy, abusive, motherfucker.
Chris.
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A/N
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