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Holly
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I read off the bright screen of Harry's iPhone over and over again just to comprehend what is written on the text. I'm in shock.

'Have you and Holly escaped yet? I don't want $10,000 anymore, you've been taking too long. I want $20,000. Hopefully see you soon - Lauryn x'

Lauryn.

I thought Harry and I's escape would've been the opening to a new and wonderful life, but I suppose not. Lauryn's back into the picture and I cannot be more scared. With all the horrifying events that have occurred in the past week, Lauryn's been the last thing on my mind; she and her mysterious messages and notes.

What does Lauryn's text even mean? It sounds almost threatening... Like a ransom or something. Why does she need Harry's money?

I grab Harry's phone from the bedside table and type in the password. I saw him enter it a while ago.

I immediately press on the messages application and go onto Lauryn's contact. Before reading over the recent message one last time, I start reading previous messages.

Lauryn: I murdered Vincent. Easy job. He's nothing of a man.

Harry: Good. I can always rely on you, Lauryn. Thank you.

Lauryn: Let me guess... You're gonna tell Holly that Zayn murdered Vincent, not me? Why do you always tell her lies like that?

Harry: Well, I have to. I don't want Holly knowing about you... She keeps gathering information about you from notes and things. She can be nosy.

Lauryn: Has she ever mentioned me to you?

Harry: Yeah. I get really nervous whenever she does. I have no idea what to say...

Lauryn: Don't say anything about me to her! Just say we're friends... Well, we are. Make sure she's not snooping around your things.

Reading Harry's messages with Lauryn makes me all the more curious and paranoid. Who is Lauryn? What does she even do? Is she a murderer? Well, shit, of course she is, she murdered Vincent... But why would Harry lie to me and tell me Zayn murdered Vincent? Why would Harry lie to me at all...

Tears begin to spring into my eyes as I read some more messages from previous conversations between Harry and Lauryn.

Harry: Merry Christmas, Lauryn. Almost finished?

Lauryn: Almost, my love. Merry Christmas.

'my love'. Oh my god. I can't even bare to read the text messages anymore.

Suddenly, the shower water turns off and Harry comes out of the bathroom with just his underwear on.

"Are you okay? You look a bit tense..." Harry asks me, putting on a pair of jeans.

I quickly wipe a tear away. "I'm fine, thank you."

"You're acting a little weird..." Harry says, buttoning up his shirt before sitting down next to me.

I cross my arms. I don't want to speak to him at all. I'm trying to fight my extreme anger with silence. When I speak up, nothing ever ends well. I'll just have to speak with him about Lauryn tomorrow. I don't even want to look at him right now.

"I'll see you in a bit." Harry stands up.

"What the? Where do you think you're going?" I ask him with a frustrated expression worn upon my face.

"Zayn's. I have to speak with him." Harry grabs his phone from the bedside table. Idiot.

"Pfft. I'm sure you do." I turn my back to Harry. I'm so tired of his bullshit.

"What is your problem? Why are you acting so rude?"

"Oh my god. You said you have somewhere to be so fuck off."

"Well," Harry slips on his boots, "I'll see you later. Hopefully you're not in a bad mood then."

"You're still here?" I scowl at Harry.

"See you in a bit." Harry says before shaking his head and leaving the motel room.

As soon as Harry leaves, I break down in tears. I feel so stupid to have ever thought that this idiot loved me.

I'm to the point of sadness that I just want to be out of sight and out of mind, so I wipe my tears away and turn on the TV. I flick through the channels until I find Friends. The girls and I used to always watch Friends. I wish I stayed with them. I wish I had their back like they had mine. I miss them so much.

I lye down and stare at the TV with tired eyes. The racing thoughts once in my head have disappeared and I finally feel empty. Emptiness is a strange emotion, but at the same time, it's sometimes the best emotion known. I think no thoughts and I see no horrific flashbacks play in my mind... I have to say, it's nice.

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Juliet
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| At The Dollhouse |

"We could leave, you know..." Lola says as she lazily sits on the living room couch.

I pace back and forth, worrying and worrying. "No, they're coming back. Everything will be normal again."

Liz walks into the living room with nail polish. "What are we talking about, ladies?"

"What else can we be talking about?" Dakota rolls her eyes, "We're talking about Harry and Holly."

"You know," Macy says as she throws a soccer ball in the air, "I kinda think they'll come back."

Macy mumbles a musical tune as she continues throwing the soccer ball in the air and catching it whilst Liz paints her nails, Lola blows bubbles with her chewing gum and Dakota just sits there miserably. I am still pacing back and forth. I've got a lot on my mind and these girls won't shut up and let me think. I might be acting a little harsh, but worrying is my forte and that worry slowly transforms into anger quite frequently.

"Mm, hmm, da da da, yeah, la la la, mm, hmm, da la la, yeah, la, mm, hmm..." Macy mumbles her annoying tune louder. She's beginning to piss me off.

"Oh my God," I rub my temples in frustration, "Macy, shut the fuck up!" I yell a little louder than planned.

Lola, Dakota and Liz all stare at me as Macy stands up and walks straight past me and out the living room.

I sigh and slowly sit down on the floor. I run my hands through my black hair before looking up at the other girls.

Lola looks at me in disgust, "Nice one, idiot." She says.

"Jesus, I didn't mean to get Macy sad! She was just annoying me-"

Dakota cuts me off and says, "Fuck, Juliet. You've been acting like this ever since Harry and Holly left. Won't you just shut up for once?"

"Dakota, you can't talk. You've been miserable ever since they left. You're the one bringing everyone down!" I shout in anger.

"Whatever. I'm going up to bed." Dakota says, standing up.

"Bed? It's only like 8:30PM?" I say. Dakota usually is the last one to knock out.

"I'm fucking tired, okay?" Dakota says.

"Yeah, it's been a long day. I'm gonna head upstairs, too." Liz says, blowing air on her painted nails.

"Let me guess," I speak to Lola, "you're going upstairs too?"

"No, I'm mad at you," Lola says, "I'm sleeping here on the couch."

"Look at us... We're all breaking without Harry and Holly." I say, a single tear running down my cheek.

"No, Juliet," Lola says, "you're breaking."

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Holly
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| 9:02PM |

Three knocks on the door wake me up from my sleep. I hadn't even known I had fell asleep.

As I walk lazily to the door, I contemplate whether I should open it or not. I don't want to see Harry, but I know we have to talk things out.

I open the door, and to my surprise, it's not Harry standing before me but Elsie. What the hell is she doing here?

"Hey, Holly." Elsie says, her hands buried in her trench coat pockets.

The only time I've seen Elsie before she left Zayn's Dollhouse was at that cafe this morning with Harry. I find it bizarre she's working as a waitress when she used to blabber on and on about her scholarship at that fancy art school.

I have no idea why she's here, not to be mean, but why would I want anything to do with her?

"Hi? What do you want?" I ask, quite rudely.

"I just wanna talk. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, whatever." I welcome Elsie in before locking the door.

I cross my arms, "So, what're you doing here? How'd you even find where I was staying?"

"There's no where else to go, plus, I asked the front desk what room number a 'big boobed blonde and handsome curly headed guy' were staying in."

Big boobed blonde? Wow. Thanks, Elsie.

"You're not offended by my choice of words, are you? You're lucky to have big boobs. My boobs are the same size they were in the 8th grade-"

"What do you want, Elsie?" I ask, annoyed at Elsie's sudden presence.

"I wanna talk." Elsie replies, taking off her coat and placing it on the bed.

"So, do you like my blouse? It's cute, don't you think?" Elsie says, presenting her white blouse with jazz hands.

I roll my eyes, "What do you want to talk about, Elsie."

"About Harry. You're my friend, I want to have your back. You know?"

Ugh, she wants to talk about Harry. I am in no mood to even speak his name, but I do like information and if Elsie has some, I will gladly listen.

"Why do you want to speak of Harry? That's like me asking you to have a conversation with me about Zayn."

Elsie chuckles, "I hate Zayn."

"Why?" I ask. Zayn is so kind.

"I was Zayn's doll twice. I know a lot about him. He's a liar and he always leaves things (a/n: hoe). It was nice that I left him. He deserves it. He never even loved me." Elsie says with her hands on her hips.

"So, why do you want to speak about Harry?" I say.

Elsie applies another coat of red lipstick on her plump lips. "He's sneaky. Very."

"I am aware." I say, my voice cracking mid sentence. I blink away the tears that build in my eyes before they can turn into pouring rain.

"Don't trust Lauryn. Don't trust Ha-"

I speak over Elsie, "you know Lauryn?"

"Yeah. Lovely woman, deadly soul." Elsie says.

Elsie ruffles her shaggy, shoulder length blonde hair before speaking again. "Just, don't trust them."

I sit there, not saying a word.

"Harry and Lauryn will cause you harm. They're nothing but deceiving and cold. Don't fucking trust them. Especially Harry."

"Okay... But why should I trust you?"

Elsie, with her hands on her knees, lowers her upper body so her face is directly in front of mine. "Because I'm you're friend, Harry is... Your owner, Doll."

I stare at Elsie, speechless. I would fight with her choice of vocabulary, but what she said is... True. I can't fight with the truth.

I'm literally speechless and frozen as I stare at Elsie, who is smirking. She knows she is right.

Unexpectedly, Elsie kisses my lips before quickly bidding goodbye and leaving the motel room with her heels clicking against the floorboards.

I'm left all alone in the motel room, speechless and flustered. I can't even piece together what the hell is going on, and what the hell just happened.

I get under the covers of the bed and begin to cry my heart out. I'm still speechless and these thoughts spreading like wildfire in my head are surely not helping my state. The only thing I can actually do is cry. That, since I cannot speak or scream.

I cry, and I cry, and I cry for what seems like hours or more until I feel completely empty. Emptiness is all I want to feel. Emptiness is the only place I feel safe anymore...

A/N: HEY Y'ALL it's been a while ok so guess who went to America and had a good ass time ayy I did lol then who got back from America and got welcomed by three hundred thousand tons of homework ayy I did lol ):

ANYWAY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR HANGING IN THERE I WILL BE UPDATING MORE FREQUENTLY FROM NOW ON

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