Catch me when I fall?
Chapter 5 ~ Familiar
~Jinxx's POV~
Ever since we found the girl huddled on the floor that spring night in Manchester, bleeding and surrounded buy our screaming and worried fans. I'd felt drawn to the poor girl, I kind of recognized her, but I wasn't 100% sure. I was impressed by the fans, that didn't scream when we came back out of the bus to see what the commotion was about.
It had all kicked off when Simon (our driver for the UK leg of tour) had expressed some concern, whilst we were having after show drinks on the bus, that fans had found something and seemed a little green. The whole band had shrugged and decided what harm could it do to look? Normally we would leave it but our fans are important to us. So we got up to make sure everything was ok.
As soon as we stepped out into the lukewarm air of the night, something didn't feel right. However walking over to the concerned fans, we had found her. A blonde, bruised, beaten and bloody. Her dress was ripped and her underwear was on show. Andy had taken off his leather jacket and covered her up so she didn't seem as vulnerable. The whole band was in shock, chattering on what to do, should they call 999? (the English 911). Whilst I stood there feeling a pull to this girl, I recognized her but I wasn't sure. You never can be when you've seen a million faces, and met a thousand people. Deciding if it was her I couldn't lose her again, I finally choked out and told the band she was coming with us, and with that I walked away.
Now I was here in a bar called 'Kiki's'. A small, cramped and quite frankly tacky contraption. Not my usual style of bar, decorated in pink glitter and black walls. It reminded me of a strip club Ash would have taken us to. But it was an escape for now. The pain wouldn't leave my mind, it had to be her, that white blonde hair... So many girls had white blonde hair though. I wouldn't know until she opened her eyes or her mouth. Until I was greeted with her ocean blue eyes to my own.
The only problem was, I was afraid
~Allie's POV~
The people who had kidnapped me seemed to be holding me in a cabin. There was no sight of them as I rolled over, there was bunks. Which I had realized was what I had fell asleep on, and the pillow I had thought was indeed a leather jacket. From the bunk I could see a kitchen faintly up the isle, that's all I could see from where I was lay. As I tried to sit up a wave of nausea washed over me.
"What the hell man" I whispered to myself, trying to examine the problem I realized I was no longer in my skater dress. Instead I was dressed in sweatpants and a over sized black t-shirt that was far too big for me. Who ever these guys were had not only seen me naked but were careless. When I finally stood up I walked towards a curtain that was separating where I was to whatever was hiding behind it and into another room. I decided to peep though and found that it was empty, with a wave of relief.
This room looked like a lounge. However, it was covered with washing flung everywhere, cigarettes, booze and musical equipment. Musical kidnapping porn team?
I picked up a letter that was opened and next to a bottle of Jack Daniels. If I ever got out of here I'd need information for the police. With that I began to read...
"Dear CC,
I just wanted to let you know how mu---"
I heard a noise.
Startled by screaming and mumbles and a code being punched in. I threw the letter down and began to limp towards the next door I saw. Which happened to lead me to a tiny bathroom. When I had locked the door and turned round. I sighed.
There was so much hair product in this tiny space, I only remembered one female voice when I was locked in the cave of darkness. All this couldn't belong to guys could it? I had the urge to laugh. But what I did know now was that out of all the voices, two of my kidnappers names were CC and Ashley. I just needed to figure out how to get out of here.
As I pondered I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror. My eyes were puffy and bruised, my lips were dry, scabbed over and cracked. Finally my hair was a tangled mess, maybe I could borrow some product? But some how the images from the night seemed to come back to me. Screams, beating and crying...
Ever since we found the girl huddled on the floor that spring night in Manchester, bleeding and surrounded buy our screaming and worried fans. I'd felt drawn to the poor girl, I kind of recognized her, but I wasn't 100% sure. I was impressed by the fans, that didn't scream when we came back out of the bus to see what the commotion was about.
It had all kicked off when Simon (our driver for the UK leg of tour) had expressed some concern, whilst we were having after show drinks on the bus, that fans had found something and seemed a little green. The whole band had shrugged and decided what harm could it do to look? Normally we would leave it but our fans are important to us. So we got up to make sure everything was ok.
As soon as we stepped out into the lukewarm air of the night, something didn't feel right. However walking over to the concerned fans, we had found her. A blonde, bruised, beaten and bloody. Her dress was ripped and her underwear was on show. Andy had taken off his leather jacket and covered her up so she didn't seem as vulnerable. The whole band was in shock, chattering on what to do, should they call 999? (the English 911). Whilst I stood there feeling a pull to this girl, I recognized her but I wasn't sure. You never can be when you've seen a million faces, and met a thousand people. Deciding if it was her I couldn't lose her again, I finally choked out and told the band she was coming with us, and with that I walked away.
Now I was here in a bar called 'Kiki's'. A small, cramped and quite frankly tacky contraption. Not my usual style of bar, decorated in pink glitter and black walls. It reminded me of a strip club Ash would have taken us to. But it was an escape for now. The pain wouldn't leave my mind, it had to be her, that white blonde hair... So many girls had white blonde hair though. I wouldn't know until she opened her eyes or her mouth. Until I was greeted with her ocean blue eyes to my own.
The only problem was, I was afraid
~Allie's POV~
The people who had kidnapped me seemed to be holding me in a cabin. There was no sight of them as I rolled over, there was bunks. Which I had realized was what I had fell asleep on, and the pillow I had thought was indeed a leather jacket. From the bunk I could see a kitchen faintly up the isle, that's all I could see from where I was lay. As I tried to sit up a wave of nausea washed over me.
"What the hell man" I whispered to myself, trying to examine the problem I realized I was no longer in my skater dress. Instead I was dressed in sweatpants and a over sized black t-shirt that was far too big for me. Who ever these guys were had not only seen me naked but were careless. When I finally stood up I walked towards a curtain that was separating where I was to whatever was hiding behind it and into another room. I decided to peep though and found that it was empty, with a wave of relief.
This room looked like a lounge. However, it was covered with washing flung everywhere, cigarettes, booze and musical equipment. Musical kidnapping porn team?
I picked up a letter that was opened and next to a bottle of Jack Daniels. If I ever got out of here I'd need information for the police. With that I began to read...
"Dear CC,
I just wanted to let you know how mu---"
I heard a noise.
Startled by screaming and mumbles and a code being punched in. I threw the letter down and began to limp towards the next door I saw. Which happened to lead me to a tiny bathroom. When I had locked the door and turned round. I sighed.
There was so much hair product in this tiny space, I only remembered one female voice when I was locked in the cave of darkness. All this couldn't belong to guys could it? I had the urge to laugh. But what I did know now was that out of all the voices, two of my kidnappers names were CC and Ashley. I just needed to figure out how to get out of here.
As I pondered I caught a glimpse of myself in the small mirror. My eyes were puffy and bruised, my lips were dry, scabbed over and cracked. Finally my hair was a tangled mess, maybe I could borrow some product? But some how the images from the night seemed to come back to me. Screams, beating and crying...
Notes
I hope you liked this part guys, I won't be updating now until I write the next part in my notebook! Please bare in mind I rarely read fan fics so none of this is copied or intended to be.
These ideas are my own.
Enjoy and thank you for your support. x
I can't wait to read more. I'm so addicted to this story
12/24/14