He was holding me while he slept. His arms were around me, his back towards the door. He told me he didn't want me to move away from him. 

I don't know how he can sleep so peacefully. Every time I close my eyes, I saw him attacking me over and over again. I don't want to be here. 

I slowly and carefully rolled over in his arms. I waited until he settled back down. He groaned and shifted around before going back to sleep. I felt around his pocket for his keys, being as careful as I could. I had to at least try to get the one for this room. I gotta get out of here. 

I found his key ring and carefully pulled it out, trying not to make any noise. I needed to figure out which key got the chain off of my neck, and which key unlocked the door to this room. I also had to figure out to get out of his arms without waking him up. He was in a deep sleep, but I had a feeling that moving around a lot would wake him up. 

I looked at the set of keys, trying to fit certain ones in the lock of the chain. There were about 10 or 11 keys on the ring, and it was definitely one of them. I just had to figure out which key, which was proving to be fairly hard.

After a lot of trial and error, the last key I tried unlocked the chain. I carefully and quietly pulled it off of my neck and set it down on the mattress. 

I looked at him, seeing that he was still asleep. I shifted around in his arms a little, trying to see how much I could move around without him waking up. He seemed to be a deep sleeper because nothing I did seemed to disturb him in any way. 

I looked up and watched his face as I slowly removed myself from his grip. I crawled towards the door as quietly as I could, moving to my knees so I could reach the lock. I began to try all of the keys in the lock, trying to make them fit and turn and unlock the damn door. I had to get the fuck out of here. But I can't fail or fuck up, because if he catches me trying to escape, I'll most likely be faced with a whole world of pain. He's scary when he's mad. 

I eventually found the key that fit in the lock and turned it. I looked back at him as I pulled the door open and stood up. I began to walk down the hall, searching for an exit. I saw the door that led to the room where he killed that girl. I completely avoided it, my mind suddenly filled with the horrible memory of watching that girl die. I shuddered and shook it off. I continued my way down the hall until I came to what seemed to be a kitchen with a door leading off of it into a bedroom. There were no windows anywhere. I couldn't find any at all. 

I walked around some more, noticing another door. I walked up to it and turned the knob. It was unlocked! I pushed it open, seeing the outside. I resisted the urge to scream in excitement. Was I actually free? I never would have expected it to be this easy. 

I took a step outside, not caring that I didn't have any shoes on. I had his hoodie, which covered me up enough so that I could go outside. The sun and the fresh air felt so good on my skin. I feel like I haven't felt it in so long. I looked up at the sky, enjoying the warmth. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

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Johnny's POV

The news was on but no one was watching it. It was the same stories over and over again. The same bullshit. The only thing that any of us cared about was the picture of Jorel that occasionally went across the screen. He's been missing for almost 3 days now and no one knew where he was. The cops think it may be a murderer who recently escaped a mental facility. They think he's responsible for multiple missing person's cases in the last few weeks. They say he plays with his victims for a while before he kills them. That he stalks them and finds out every little thing about them before he takes them. There's a chance that Jorel is still alive, but we have no idea for how much longer. We managed to get his picture on every news channel. If anyone sees or hears anything, we'll know. I hope.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw that I'd received a text from an unknown number. I opened the message and began to read. "Guys..."

They looked up from whatever it was they were all doing. All but Charlie, that is. He was drowning his emotions in a fifth of Jack, too drunk to even acknowledge that I spoke. He was taking this extra hard because Jorel only left because he was mad at Charlie.

"I just got this text..." I started. "Do not reply to this. He'll probably hurt me if you do. It's Jorel. I don't know where I am, but a man took me. He's got a lot of tattoos and really green eyes but no really helpful markings. I don't know his name. I don't know how or when he took me but he did. I'm scared and I need your help. He's hurt me and he may kill me. Please hurry. He already killed a girl and I'm worried I'm next."

"Ask him if he's okay." Dylan said. 

"I can't. He said not to reply." I told him. "I don't want him to get hurt."

"Is is possible to track a text message?" Danny asked.

"I don't think so." I said. 

I sighed, throwing my phone at the closest wall. I cant believe he's missing. I mean, who would want to take him? He's innocent. I don't get why anyone would want to hurt someone like Jorel. We all miss him so much. Charlie blames himself for it and he shouldn't. It's all of our faults. We all thought that it would be a good idea to humiliate Jorel on stage and this is what happened. Vanessa is pissed at all of us, including Jorel, but she said that she'd help as much as she could to help us find him. 

"It's all my fault." I heard Charlie mutter. 

I looked up at him, watching Danny walk over to him and hug him. "It's all of our faults. Not just yours."

Charlie didn't respond. He just stared at the wall. 

We're gonna find Jorel. I just know it. 

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