A twisted little adventure...

---Sadie's POV---
"Look." I interrupted Ryan "I don't give a shit about your fake excuses! I just want you to leave her the fuck alone, okay?"
Silence.
"O-FUCKING-KAY?" I screamed in the face of my best friends piece of shit ex.
"but-" he started again, meekly. He had been trying to make excuses for almost an hour, and I was sick of hearing his bullshit. There was no excuses for cheating, especially cheating on a beautiful, intelligent girl like Jade, my best friend, for a stupid blonde skank who probably had STDs. There was absolutely no excuses for hurting my best friend.
"No." I cut him off, firmly. "no more excuses. This is it. Conversation over. If you even so much as go near her again you will have serious hell to pay. Get it?"
"I get it." he whimpered, staring down at his shoes. Funny how someone who was trying to fight me and screaming bullshit just minutes before had been reduced to nothing.
"Good. Now fuck off. I'm going to get a drink." I said, before strolling out of the alley we had previously been fighting in, and walking in to the front of the pub next door. Stupid little child, he threw away the best thing he would ever get. I don't like a lot of people, but when it comes to my best friends I would do anything, and he hurt my beautiful Jade, by fucking some skank who lived next door to him. Jade had wanted to be sure she was ready before jumping in to having sex, she's only 15 after all, whereas, her boyfriend, Ryan, was 18. He promised he would wait for her to be ready, when really he was pounding the first slut who opened her legs for him. It's probably for the best they broke up, anyway, I wasn't happy with her dating someone so much older than herself.
"vodka cranberry, please." I commanded, shortly to the man on the bar. I'm not a bitch, I just didn't really have the time or effort to be polite to some random stranger today.
"Are you old enough to be served here, young lady." I heard the voice above me say, in the most patronising tone psychically possible. Dick. The entire time I haven't brought myself to look at the bartender, why should I? I don't have time for him.
"Nope." I said, calmly. "but you are going to serve me anyway, because lets face it, this place is dead- you need the money."
I heard a loud sigh before a tattooed hand pushed the drink over to me.
Doesn't surprise me, saying that usually worked here, i lived in a small town, and the pub here was struggling on a good day, with only the very few town drunks ever coming in, to order lager or cheap whiskey and wallow in their own miseries. I took a sip of my drink without so much as a second thought. It didn't take long before I started to feel lightheaded and dizzy.
What the fuck? Alcohol never affected me like this.
Maybe I had just drunk it too fast? Was that even possible with me? The amount I could drink without even feeling tipsy was insane. I drank every single day without getting drunk. What the fuck's happening?
I felt something rising in my throat. Fuck. I think I'm going to be sick. I stood up and started to stagger over to the bathroom, I felt the room spin round and round, faster and faster. Before my knees gave out and I fell to the floor.
'Fuck. Was I... Drugged?" I thought, as my heavy eyelids finally came to a close.
"All will be clear soon sweetheart. Just sleep." was the last thing I heard before my world turned black.

---Scarlett's POV---

I stared blankly at my maths paper. What the fuck was the point in this anyway? How were equations supposed to help me in life? What were quadratics going to do for me? Why should I go through the effort of trying to answer these when even if I do good no one's going to care? It's got to the point where my mum forgets I even exist, and everyone at school hates me, so what does a good grade matter? Sometimes I wish I could just get away...
Standing up, I threw half of my thick red hair up into a high ponytail, while leaving the other half down. I had so much fucking hair it gets annoying, it's thicker than anyone I know's and goes all the way down to my hips,it's so long when it's down I often sit on it by mistake. Dying it and washing it is a huge job, but I love it all the same. I love having a lot of hair because it gives my something to hide behind, and something to draw focus away from everything else. And plus it was bright Scarlett, like my name, get it, ha..ha... I'm such a comedian I know, so original. Not. I'm so sick to death of doing meaningless school work to work towards a future I don't even believe in. So you know what?
I won't do it.
That's right. I'm not doing anymore school work. I'm not going to waste away over something I don't believe in, because it's hurting me. I'm not usually one for rebellion, too scared to break the rules out of fear of what my dad would do to me, no one wants a repeat of... Fuck, let's not think about that. I had said this before so many times, but this time I mean it. I'll do what I want, not what someone else wants from me. That's it. I'm not do any more work, no matter what. No one would even notice. No one ever notices me. So much so it had been almost 4 days since I had spoken a single word to anyone. I'm invisible. I could easily just run away. That's it!
Run away.

~1 hour later~

It had barely taken another thought. Compulsions are urges ran through me the second it had seeped into my mind. I could just run. Something I had never realised before was that freedom was just around the corner, the second you let it in to your mind!
I don't think I even thought it through, I just grabbed the money I kept saved up in my draw, grabbed a coat, slipped on some shoes and walked away. Walked away from my family. Walked away from my life. Walked away from me. Suddenly it dawned on me: I could be whoever or whatever I wanted now. I could get in a taxi, drive to another city. Another state. Be whoever the hell I wanted and no one could know the difference.
Endophins surged through my body. The sensation of freedom is unlike any other, it was like being a bird, finally released from its cage, finally able to just fly.
I called for a cab, thinking of all the different locations I could choose. I lived just on the edge of Nebraska, I could cross the border into Iowa and build a life there. Or I could go further and go to South Dakota. I could do anything.
I dark car pulled up.
"Hello sweetheart." I heard an extremely familiar voice. Wait... What!?
Then the owner of the voice stuck his head out of the car window.
Jinxx. Jeremy fucking Ferguson. From Black Veil Brides. The band that saved my life.
All I could do was gawp, completely lost for words.
"you gonna get in, or what?" he smirked.

I wanted to run away, sure, but never in a million years did I want what happened that night...

Notes

Their outfits- http://www.polyvore.com/chapter_girls_before_kidnap/collection?id=4022979
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I've added outfits to the last two chapters so you get an idea of the girls styles, so look for those in the notes of the previous two chapters if you are interesting.
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