Quinn's Pov:

I've been down in this basement for 3 days, they haven't fed me nor gave me a drink so I could die but that doesn't matter to this kidnapper guy. Luckily, yesterday, he untied the ropes and gave me some light so I could see. Turns out that I'm in a basement that has bloodstains all over the floor.

That's not good...

At least I'm alive I guess!

To keep myself busy and not sat on the cold stone floor bored, I practice my gymnastic abilities: ariels, cartwheels, handstands.

I couldn't escape since he would keep the door locked and he would check on me every two hours.

At the moment, I was sat thinking because my legs hurt from doing gymnastics constantly.

I was thinking about, the next time he checks on me, I could try escape.

But how?

I could sneak behind him-no he would see me.

Or I could beat him up-Nope, he's stronger than me.

I could scream and see what he does-maybe but probably won't help.

My best luck would be hide inside the corner of the room (the light isn't bright so the corners of the room are dark) and when he walks into the room looking for me, I could run behind him and escape, but he would run after me.

How could I lock the door...

I don't have the key...

So.....

Maybe.....

The chair!

Okay, I have a shitty plan that I'm hoping works, I'm screwed.

If I'm correct, he should check on me soon. When ur inside a room for 3 days, you can sort of figure out when he will come inside.

I grabbed the wooden chair, picked it up and walked towards the corner of the room. While I was walking, I heard the lock on the door opening so I rushed over to the corner. I watched as he walked inside with a confused face. He stood in the middle of the room looking for the chair, I think.

That's when I took my chance- I tip-toed towards the door with the chair in my hands.

He didn't seem to notice me untill I shut the door. I shoved the chair between the door handle and the floor and he was shouting and soon started banging on the door trying to knock it down. Not going to lie, it was kind of scaring but I ran as fast as I could up the stairs and down the hallways looking for a front or back door. I could still hear him banging on the door and shouted for someone.

There's another person?

After a couple minutes of running around, I found the front door but it was locked.

God dam it!

What can I do now?!

Suddenly I heard someone shout...

"You little bitch,"

I turned around to see the guy who I locked in the basement, how did he get out?!

He was around 2 metres away from me watching me with a smirk on his face. Probably because I was leaned against the front door and had no where to go. He was about to charge at me but we both heard sirens and saw blue and red lights. Now it was my turn to smirk.

Suddenly, he ran at me and put his hand on my mouth. I started to worry but it got even worse- he pulled out a gun and pointed it at me head. Got tears were streaming down my face as I watched the police and some of the boys break down the front door.

They all looked at me speechless, watching me cry and hearing my muffled sobs. Griffin was stood with a girl who I assumed was Dixie, she had dark brown hair with her brown eyes and freckles that spread around her nose. She had tears in her eyes, probably because the first time she saw me was with a gun pointed at my head.

Anyway, back to the commotion!

The police had their guns pointed at the guy, they started talking.
"Hand over the girl," One officer demanded but this guy didn't mind.
"Why should I?" I could imagine him smirking, it was disgusting.
"Give her back!" Someone demanded. I looked over at the girl I assumed to be Dixie, she had a pistol out pointed at the guy. She slowly started walking towards us.

What is she doing?!?!?!

Does she want to die?!?!?!

"Stupid girl," the guy laughed and took the gun from my head and shot Dixie in the thigh. He ran as the police ran after him.

The boys started running over to me but I ignored them and ran to Dixie. She was shouted in pain while lying on the ground.

Luckily, I knew how to help her a bit.

"Guys, I need one of you to umm, take your shirt off," I shouted awkwardly.
"Why?" Griffin asked.
"To put it on the wound and help the bleeding stop, come on!" I shouted and gave Griffin puppy eyes, it is his girlfriend after all.

He sighed and took his shirt off and placed it on the gun shot.

"One of you call 911 for paramedics or something," I demanded as Anthony starts taking his phone from his pocket.

This is all a mess

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