Preston's Pov

I sit against the cold brick wall, and I heard footsteps come down the stairs. I bring my knees to my chest and put my head in between them. I didn't want to look at her; not now and not ever.

"Oh boys!" I looked up and saw her turn the corner and face the five of us. I shifted to the far corner of the cell I was in and put my head back between my legs. "Its two in the morning and I have news!" she sang. "Lachlan was won today as you know, and it was a lovely girl by the name of Madly. She is nineteen and just adores you guys!" I heard her footsteps come closer to my cell. I lifted my head and she smiled at me. "She got lucky and was able to sign up for Lachlan and you, Preston. He sent out a tweet saying he is being treated like family. Sounds nice doesn't it lava P?" She gave me a sarcastic grin.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked with hope laced in my voice.

"To give you a false sense of hope, darling." She started to walk away before Mitch stopped her.

"Wait!" he yelled out to her. She stopped, turned around, and tilted her head to the side. "You said Adam had something to do with this. How was any of this him?" he asked. Jerome looked to her too, as if asking the same question.

"Oh this whole thing was his idea! He suggested to me that we kidnap you and torture you, then I suggested giving you to the fans because it was practically the same thing. So we-"

"But WHY did he do this! WHY did he want to do this to us! THAT'S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!" Mitch shouted, but all she did was smirk evilly.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." And with that, she walked away.

Madly's Pov

I woke up and looked at my clock. It read 10:58. I mumbled and sat up. I looked at my phone and ignored all the twitter notifications and looked at the date. May 4th. Two things popped into my head. First was that my birthday was in exactly two weeks. I smiled at that thought. I was turning twenty! The second thought led to a third thought. Today was Preston's birthday! I was about to go on twitter when the third thought popped into my head. Today was his competition.

The event starts in like thirty minutes! I have to get ready in fifteen in order to get there on time. I jump out of bed when a wonderful smell hits my nose. Is that bacon? I don't have bacon! I got dressed and put my hair into a lazy ponytail and put on some foundation, lip gloss, and mascara. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. 11:09. I went into my small kitchen and saw Lachlan sitting at the island with bacon and toast on a plate.

"How did you...when did you...-"

"After I put you in bed, I got changed and went to you fridge to find some dinner and saw literally nothing accept juice and a few expired products. So I found your keys, walked to Target, and got some stuff. I woke up about thirty minutes ago and heard you still sleeping so I made some bacon and toast." He pushed a plate of bacon and buttered sour dough toast my way. I have time to sit and eat. I took the seat next to Lachlan and took a bite of my toast.

"Today is Preston's, you know, hunger games. I was able to sign up for it in time, so I'm going to leave in about fifteen minutes to walk over to the library. I will give you my spare key, but don't get caught without me if you go out. I-I don't want you getting hurt." I took another bite of toast and ate a strip of bacon.

He smiled at me. "Don't worry. I'll stay here. Why don't you pack a suitcase of his stuff just in case?"

I nodded my head, finished my food, and walked over to his condo. I hadn't taken his suitcase or clothes with me to my condo because I didn't classify that as valuable. I took things like jewelry, recording supplies, and almost anything else that was shiny and the already pre-packed suitcases because I didn't look to see what was hidden under the clothes.

I opened the still broken door and gasped. Everything except the furniture was gone. All the pictures and plants and centerpieces were gone. I looked in the kitchen drawers and saw no silver wear, no utensils, no nothing. I ran into Preston's bedroom and saw clothes scattered on the floor and drawers flung open. His closet was thrown open and I saw a duffle bag inside on the right. Good thing I took all the valuable things otherwise he would have lost everything. I thought.

I threw some of his clothes and stuff in the duffle bag and walked back to my condo in tears. I feel so guilty, like its my fault. But I know its not. There was nothing I could have done. I just have to win Preston today. Not for me; for him.

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