Miles My kidnapper

Dont go, im sorry

—I'm going to set you free because I don't deserve you, I deserve better—
Y/n POV:

After awhile of running down the long empty road, I needed a break. I took off my heals and sat down on the side of the road. I cried into my palms for a few minutes. I then felt inside the pocket of my black shorts that were under my dress. I felt my iPhone and I realized I couldn't call anyone. Since Miles was an ass and changed my phone.

I didn't know if Miles was expecting me to go back to him, because if he was he was crazy. I kept seeing the scene play over in head. I couldn't stop thinking about it! Miles murdered someone that easily!

I turned on my phone and went to settings. I played around in setting for a few minutes, then my phone showed I had service. I some how fixed my phone, so I could call the police if I wanted to. I thought about how I'd have to explain the situation and explain why I'm covered in blood. The police idea looked worse and worse by the minute.

I decide to just walk to the small town I went shopping in around Thanksgiving. I decided I'd just check out a room there at the hotel. I walked for about two more hours until I reached the hotel.

"Can I help you?" A man ask.

"Yes, I'd like to check out a room." I answered.

"Ok, how does room two sound?" He asked.

"Any room will do fine." I said. He smiled at me and it made me uncomfy. He eyed my up and down.

"Late Halloween party?" The man questioned.

"Something like that." I told him. He then handed me the key. I walked to the room and locked myself inside it. I hated staying in hotel rooms alone, but I couldn't go back to Miles.

I got into the shower because I couldn't sleep being covered in blood. I washed my hair and body with the soap that the hotel had provided. I then dried off and changed into the robe that was also provided. I knew tomorrow I needed to go buy clothes because all I had was the red dress and heals that were stained.

I sat down on the bed and look through my phone. My mother and step father never even tried to contact me while I was missing. The thought of that angered me. Then my phone chimed.

Miles🕷messages:

Miles🕷: y/n I'm sorry please come back. We will figure this out. Please, I'm so sorry!

*missed call from Miles🕷*

Miles🕷: y/n please! Just come back home!

Miles🕷: y/n I love you!

Then my phone chimed again, and it was from the same unknown number from a few months ago.

Unknown number Messages:

Unknown: How does it feel to be free? Want to meet up at the bell tower in half an hour?

Y/n: ....

A/n: the end :)