Fallon picked up her towel and shoved it into a large bag. She put it on her shoulder and opened her door. Outside the door was James with a large bag holding a knife in her direction. He had murder in his eyes, making fear in hers. She wasn't used to this. She was used to being the one with the knife, not the one with the knife pointed at her. How had he even gotten a knife, anyway?
"Get back in." He ordered, as she took a step back. She stepped into her room and tried to slam the door shut. He put his foot in the way, predicting her move. He stepped into the room and shut the door. "Give me the key." He held out his empty hand and waited for her. Fallon reached into her bag, not breaking eye contact. She pulled out the key and he snatched it from her. He locked her bedroom door, the went over to the balcony door, keeping the knife pointed at her. He locked the other door, before throwing the key into the corner. "I told you we were going to be together, Fallon." His voice was menacing. He had turned from normal, to fuckboy to psycho in a few weeks. Fallon could've very easily snapped as well, but she didn't. She knew Noah would hate her forever if she did anything he was doing. "Give me your phone." Fallon's hand shook as she pulled out the phone from the bag, which had been dumped on the bed. He also snatched that, turned it off and put it into his back pocket. He smirked, his eyes still with murder in them. He was totally obsessed with her, to the point of it putting her in danger. He threw the knife into the corner with the key, then pulled out a large wooden stick from his bag. He hit her over the head with it, rendering her unconscious. He made a small, psychotic laugh, before pulling something else out of his bag.

Victoria sat at the poolside with her legs in the water and watched Sophia swim, drinking a bottle of water as she did. It had been nearly an hour since Fallon had said she'd meet them, and she still hadn't shown up.
"Hey Sophia, should I text Fallon, find out where she is?" Victoria called to Sophia. Sophia swam over to her and rested her arms on the poolside next to Victoria.
"Yeah sure. It's been nearly an hour." Victoria picked up her phone and found Fallon in her contacts. She called the number, but the call went straight to the answerphone. She tried again, with the same result.
"Her phones switched off." Sophia shrugged her shoulders and took her arms away from the side. She carried on swimming for a little longer. Victoria held on to her phone for a while, waiting for Fallon to call her back. Just when she was about to put her phone away, it buzzed with a text from an unknown number. She opened the message and her jaw dropped.
Some crazy psycho is keeping Fallon hostage in her room. If you don't believe me, ignore me. If you want my help, text me back.