Cleo's P.O.V.

After taking a bath, I realised that I wasn't home. It's like I'm having a hangover, I've got a headache again. Robby came into my...the room and dropped a few cottons to clean myself up and clothes for me to wear. I put them on but they are so big. There is nothing else for me to wear so I'd rather wear this than walk around in bloody stained clothes. A sweatpants and black t-shirt doesn't look bad on me, but it's my kidnappers clothes and it will never look great on me. I don't care if it's just Robert, my ex bestfriend, I'm starting to have a strong dislike towards him. I still liked him, even though he kidnapped me last night, but it doesn't make anything okay between us, just because we're so close.

I sit down on the bed and try to plot ways to get out of this house. There is windows but it has such strong burglary's. There are so many overbuilt guys in this place that I can't find myself to crawl my way through the house and out again. There is a guy standing infront of the rooms door and he won't allow me to leave this room. I tried to compromise with Robby for the hundredth time, but it's like he is trained to hold his ground. I tried bringing back our old days but he is so.....so, I don't even have the word for it! I'm so pissed at myself for not running the second I saw him stealing. The thing about me is, I don't just take a look and leave. I take a look, mentally investigate, have a conversation with my subconscious and bam, I'm in trouble. I always overthink things, and that's what happened here. I was overthinking things and now I'm fucking screwed.

I tried to have a fake heartattack. I tried that when I was younger, when Robby was with me. Too bad he knows me too well and knew I was faking it. I tried threatening him but his just so stubborn. I told him, I'll give him 500K if he lets me go, though I know I don't have that much money, I still tried to bribe him. I'm still trying to believe that there is a good side in Robby. Though his eyes are so cold and emotionless, he should have atleast a bit of sweetness to his bitterness.

I tried everything I could to make him believe that I wouldn't tell on him. I'm so scared right now. I get up and walk around the room, searching for something that would help me out of here. A knock on the door makes me jump and almost scream but I cover my mouth, sure not to make a sound or else that person will find me suspicious and I hold a hand to my chest.

I quickly make my way to the bed and sit down casually. The persons enters the room and for a second I thought it would be Robby, but it's Danny. Did I mention that I got to make a friend? Yes, Danny and I are somewhat friends now. Not friends as in like he'll let me go, but friends as in like we have conversations and all. He brings me food. This morning he brought me bread and jam. I thanked him a million times because Robby never thought of bringing me something to eat.

"Hey Cleo." He says as he sits down on the bed. The bed sucks a little. "How are you?" His voice is so odd and cold, different from this morning.

"Oh I'm great! I'm having the time of my life." I lie, trying not too sound too sarcastic.

"That's good. Come on, let's go." He says taking me by my arm and pulling me towards the door.

"Where to?" I asked, trying to get out of his tight hold.

He doesn't say anything and he leads me through the house. Seriously, this is bullshit. I haven't done anything wrong. I swear once I get out of this place, I'm going straight to the police. I promise myself that. He takes me into a slightly smaller room then before. Robby is sitting in the chair behind a huge desk. The office isn't as modern as the rest of the house but it's still too modern for my liking.

"Thank you Danny, you can leave now." Robby says to my friend and he leaves, leaving only me and Robby in this office. There are bookshelves but it doesn't have any books on it. It has a few broken and torn magazines on it.

"When am I going home?" I ask him, avoiding his gaze, while walking around the room, checking the office' interior designs.

"You're not going anywhere." He says flatly.

"You do know, they are going to find me, right?" I ask, feeling somewhat confident that someone will see that I'm missing and they'll look for me. I still want the cops with whomever will be looking for me.

"No they won't. This house is just like the other houses. There is nothing different her..."

"Yes, there is. This house has lots of black vans and weird overbuilt guys standing around the house with pistols in their pockets. Do you think the cops won't find that kind of suspicious?" I try to hold my voice low but he is just annoying me. "You are going to jail anyways." I smile to myself and pick at the top I'm wearing.

"I'm not." He says feeling confident himself. "Danny!" In no time, Danny is in the room standing next to me. "Take her back to the room " he takes my arm and I move away from him.

"Just let me go and make this easier for yourself, Robby. You have no idea what's coming for you." I say calmly, trying to compromise again but he just avoids my gaze and lift his hand up to inform Danny to take me away. "Don't say I never warned you!"

The asshole has no idea what's in it for him. I'm glad we could afford camera's, now it'll make it easier for everyone to find me. Just because the cafe isn't as big as the other cafes around town, doesn't mean we couldn't afford security. Danny leads me back to the room and I'm locked in it. Again. Yay me.

Cameron's P.O.V.

I have a slight hangover, only because I had only four shots of vodka. Though Kevin told me that there wouldn't be lot's of alcohol and all, the party was still fucking great. I mean finally I got to see Kevin fight. That guy almost put Kevin in his place. If they never sobered him up a little, he would've lost his girl for good.

I get out of bed and head to the bathroom. After taking a forever long bath, I remember that I was suppose to take a bath when I came from that party. I was just so tired that I rather skipped it. I got dressed in something that would fit my mood today. A sweatpants and hoodie. Yep, that is my I don't feel like living today outfit.

When I get back to my bed, May is still sleeping and I go down stairs to get something to fill me up. I'm missing Cleo again and I want to see how she is doing. I put the coffee on while taking a bowl out for my cereal. I throw some Rice Chex into the bowl and add some milk.

I throw some coffee into my mug and head back to my room. May is sitting on the bed with her phone to her ear.

"No mother, I'll be home when I want to be home." She says through the phones speaker. "I know mom. Yes I will be sure to get home before tomorrow. No mom, he is perfectly safe to be around. Yes, I understand that it's dangerous to stay out all night, but I was with Cameron. Okay, okay. Bye. Love you too." She puts her phone down and I bring a spoon full of my cereal to my mouth.

"What was that all about?" I ask some of the milk spilling from my mouth. Yes, my mom taught me not to speak with food in my mouth and I'm sorry.

"My mom was and I quote worried sick, I thought you were kidnapped, or even worse, dead!" She quotes her mom's words and I almost choke on my cereal of my laughter.

"She really fucking cares about you dude! No way, why you making it such a big deal that she  cares so much for you." I ask, adding some more cereal to my spoon and bring it to my mouth.

"I'm not the 18 year old girl she remembers who is always back home by 10. Nope, I'm 28 and she needs to stop making it look like I'm still under the age of 18." She gets out of bed and enters the shower. I hear it falling onto the ground making a pee kind of sound. I chuckle at my weird thoughts.

"Yeah, but she cares about you. Lots of parents lost their kids before they could even turn 18. So be grateful that she looked after your stubborn ass for 18 years!" I yell from where I'm seated and drink the last milk that's left in the bowl.

"Why are you taking her side? You've known me for so long and you taking her side?" She's starting to get annoyed so it's best I say the right things from now on.

"No, I'm not. I'm gonna go downstairs, tell me when you're ready to go home." I get up from my chair and take my coffee.

"I'm not going home now." She walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and she enters my closet.

"Okay, okay. Then we can hang out and you can meet Cleo properly. Face to Face." I walk out of the room and go downstairs, putting my bowl into the dishwasher. I drink my coffee with a pain pill and head to the living room.

My parents are still sleeping so now I can watch NCIS in peace. After what feels like forever, May comes down in her White Rasmus Mini Skirt and Champion Script Sleeves Black long sleeve T-shirt.

Yes, she has her own wardrobe in my closet because she says she'll be staying over more often so that she doesn't get to help with her mother's friends wedding. Though I don't think she is getting out of this wedding deal thing. Her mom is literally the she-devil, but she's still an amazing person. When we were younger she used to take us out of the mall, take us out to eat and be sure to see that we're satisfied. May always lied and said that we weren't satisfied just so she can get another expedition through the mall.

"You aren't going to see your wife? Girlfriend? Looking like that...are you? I know you're unreliable, but this is too little effort." She scowls me and I'm on my feet in no time.

"Ofcourse not." I rush to my room and put on a pair of ripped jeans and a grey t-shirt with my white converse. I hurry downstairs and trip on the last step making May laugh at me. "Stop laughing, damnit." I get up, adjusting my clothes. "Let's go." I say flatly and we leave the house.

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