A lot of cursing in this chapter...

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Jason sat in the corner of his cell, staring at the floor in an uncomfortable position. He didn't know how long he had been in jail, but he knew one thing for sure-- he was exhausted.

He was on the brink of falling asleep, but forced himself to keep his eyes open. Most of Jason's thoughts were about Eliza, wondering if they were treating her right, or if she had gotten out of jail yet.

During his short time in jail, Jason never felt so full of anger, and rage all at once. He knew that this was Alexander's fault-- he saw his sadistic smile before he was forced into the police car. Jason knew that Alexander had planned this, making sure to avoid mentioning anything about himself in the process.

And that's what got Jason even more irritated beyond belief. Alexander had managed to involve Eliza-- yet again -- and get her in to jail when she was completely innocent.

How much revenge did Alexander exactly want from Jason? Sure, he broke the deal they made at the beginning of the summer, but did Alexander really have to play dirty and involve the police, blaming everything on him?

"Jason?" A voice called out, snapping Jason out of his thoughts. He blinked twice and clenched his fists, trying to calm his erratic body down.

"Mm?" He said to the female cop. She was standing in front of his cell with a set of keys in her hand. Surprisingly, she started to jam the key into the cell door, leaving it wide open.

"Someone had been generous enough to bail you out." The female notified, motioning for Jason to follow her. He kept a passive, blank expression on his face while his mind twisted with curiosity. Who had managed to bail him out? Eliza was most likely still in jail-- and his parents were across the state. They couldn't have gone here that quickly.

Jason was running out of people to think who would have bailed him out. His friends, which he hasn't spoke to in forever, had most likely forgotten about him. So who bailed him out?

The female officer led Jason to a busy-looking entrance, which seemed like a mixture of a really large room with mini-offices surrounding it. Her face transformed into a frown as she looked across the room, looking for someone.

"Where is he?" Jason heard the officer mumble under her breath.

"Who bailed me out?" Jason asked, a little harshly to be honest. As soon as this officer allowed him to leave the police station, he would first bail Eliza out, and then drive them to his home to come up with a plan. After all, if Alexander wanted to play dirty he might as well play dirty, too.

"I don't know," The female admitted, a bit sheepishly if you asked him. "He said that he left a note at you house, claiming that you knew him."

Jason's frown deepened. "What did he look like?"

"He has black hair," The officer described, looking deep in thought. "And dark-brown eyes. He had a tan, and seemed to be in his late twenties."

'Alexander.' His mind screamed, while his whole body went cold. "Thank you." Jason managed to say, trying to control his overflowing anger in front of the officer. She obviously noticed how Jason's demeanor changed, but decided not to say anything about it.

"If that is all.." Jason trailed off, silently begging the officer with his eyes to let him go. The female nodded and walked away, a small, barely noticeable smile on her face.

When she was out of eyesight, Jason let his composure drop just for a split second. He was so enraged how Alexander had managed to leave a note in his home-- while he was in jail. Jason suspected that he was up to something ever since he got him in jail.

First, Alexander puts both Jason and Eliza in jail. Then he manages to pay Jason's bail money and tells a police officer that he left a note in Jason's home. Alexander was obviously planning something, and frankly, it seemed like he wasn't even trying to hide it-- which was the bad thing.

Jason shut his eyes and tried to silence his mind, which was going haywire with the million questions coursing through there. He let out a long, dragged out breath with relaxed him slightly enough to walk back to the front desk.

"Is Eliza still here?" Jason asked to the male in front of him. He gave Jason a suspicious glance before returning to the computer, typing something in.

"No," He stated, shaking his head. "She was bailed out just about an hour ago."

"Who bailed her out?" Jason couldn't help but ask. He didn't know if it was her parents or one of her friends. Either ways, as her boyfriend, he figured that he should know.

"I'm not allowed to release that information." He stated, in a robotic monotoned voice. God, do all police officers talk in that voice? It was so annoying how they spoke without any emotion whatsoever.

Jason pursed his lips and managed to refrain from rolling his eyes. He knew damn straight that what that man just said was a lie. And to think that all police officers were honest. Pfft.

Jason bit the inside of his cheek and walked away, feeling the stare of the man as he left the police station. So Eliza had already been bailed out. That was a good thing. Hopefully she was safe.

He started walking to his home, determined to find out the note that Alexander had supposedly left. Unfortunately since his car was still at his home, he was forced to walk the almost hour trip.

When Jason got there, he was starving, dehydrated and in a desperate need of a shower. He hadnt seen anything remotely close to the note yet, but he was still keeping a close eye while he ate in the dark, in silence.

When he finished his somewhat dinner (which was cereal. Jason was too lazy to make anything grand) Jason headed to his room to go take a shower, and then head to bed. But before he entered the bathroom, something caught his eye.

On Jason's bed was a note. Moonlight illuminated through the window and landed on the note, making it stand out from the other objects in his room. Swallowing with nervousness, Jason inched to his bed and grabbed the note, opening it with haste.

'Jason

What a pleasant surprise that you've broken our deal-- twice. I suppose you have already figured out that I must have done something, or planned something along that matter.

And your right. I do have a couple tricks up my sleeve.

No one betrays me once and gets away scott free. That's why your precious Eliza -- and her boyfriend -- got shot, multiple times. Now, if you betray me twice, you are asking for a death wish.

I want to play a game of hide-and-seek, Jason. I'm going to give you twelve hours to come up with something, a plan of some sort. I bet you are probably wondering why should you even play, am I right?

You should, because as you are reading this I have Eliza, unconscious, bloody, and tied down to a chair. And I plan on doing many, many things to her.

So like I said, I'm counting twelve hours. After that, I'll give away the address of our position.

See you soon,

Alexander :)'

That cunning devil just had to add that fucking smiley face, right?

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Eliza was experiencing a series of random blackouts. When she first woke up, she first noticed how she was in a room with a light shining straight on her. The floor had dirt, grime, and some dried blood caked in many spots. The room was too dark to catch the walls, or where the door was, which made Eliza panic a little.

When Eliza tried to stand up, there was an icy pain that started on her wrists, and then traveled up to her spine like a snake. There was a thick rope surrounding her wrists. It seemed that whenever she pulled the rope, her hands would twist in a very painful position and then her back would stretch and twist as well.

Elizas feet weren't tied down, but they were clasped with some type of metal against the chair that was nailed to the ground.

Eliza observed her surroundings as best as she could, trying not to move her hands in the process. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was being in a car accident with her parents. Shouldn't she be in a hospital, being tended to?

The stinging in her head made her panic even more. Eliza knew that she was injured. She wanted to check up on her injury but since she was tied and strapped down on a chair, it was hard to do so.

Suddenly Eliza heard a large slam of something being opened, like a door. Footsteps echoed the room, which made Eliza realize that there must have been very little fabric to make footsteps echo like that. She figured she was in some type of underground room, or a room that was isolated from human view.

Surprisingly, it was Amber who entered the room. She had a cunning, conniving and sadistic smile plastered on her face as she slowly walked to where Eliza was.

So it was Amber who had brought her here? Wait, no. It was obviously a male that brought Eliza here. She figured it was that Alexander guy she never met, since he did say 'we can finally meet' before she passed out. So Amber had been apart of this kidnapping as well?

"Well if you look at who it is," Amber said sweetly, too sweetly to match her dead personality. Eliza inwardly shivered and bit her tongue, the action making her a bit dizzy and woozy. "Eliza."

She kept the passive look on her face while Amber practically drilled holes on her face.

"Amber." Eliza replied, avoiding her glare. Before she could even blink, Amber had back-handed her across the face, earning a cry of surprise from Eliza.

"You stupid manipulative bitch!" Amber screamed, her practically red eyes blazing with rage, and a hint of steam. "You stole Jason away from me!"

"Technically he went to me," Eliza said cockily, preparing herself for another hit. Her cheek pounded with pain but she chose not to show it. She had never acted this way before, but at the moment it seemed right to do it. Besides, Eliza was getting fed up with Ambers antics already. "But you wouldn't believe a word that comes out of my mouth, right?"

"Shut the fuck up, you whore!" Amber spat, punching Eliza in her face. Eliza bit her tongue --hard-- and held in her cries of pain. For a girl, Amber could really pack a punch. Her fist landed up on Eliza's jaw, making her head snap to the right so fast her neck almost cracked.

"I'm the whore?" Eliza laughed, although it was void of any humor. She spit blood on the floor and continued with the cocky act, when all she wanted to do was just crawl in a ball and cry. She was exhausted, so so exhausted, and she was starving.

"At least I didn't fall in love with my boyfriends best friend." Eliza sneered, her face scrunching up in disgust. Her whole body went cold while Ambers went rigid. Another punch met her face, this time hitting her in the eye. Eliza let out a loud cry of pain, which only encouraged Amber to continue.

Amber struck her hand in Eliza's stomach, efficiently knocking the breath out of her for five seconds. She was looking for blood, and she wanted Eliza's on her hands right at that moment. Savagely, almost like an animal, Amber grabbed onto Eliza's neck and squeezed. She stared into Eliza's pleading eyes which were begging for mercy.

Amber saw no sympathy or remorse. Eliza did a low blow by even mentioning her ex, Hunter. And it made her even more enraged that Eliza was right. Amber had fell in love with Alexander while in a relationship with Hunter.

It pained Amber to think of Hunter, because all she saw was his goofy grin as it popped up in her mind. It took a while to forget about him and Eliza mentioning him did not help.

When Eliza's eyes started to roll to the back of her head, Amber finally let go. After all, she still had a lot in store for Eliza. Killing her would just ruin that, and she couldn't let that happen... yet.

Eliza let out a gasp of air as tears filled her eyes, her cocky demeanor gone. Her regular, petrified self was back. Amber grinned, staring mockingly at Eliza as she suffered.

"So how did you find out?" Amber asked, her sweet tone that did not suit her returning. Eliza cringed, knowing that she should not say anything. How would she lie? This reminded Eliza of her parents. What happened to them, anyways? Were they tied up, like she was? Or were they safe, in a hospital?

"What about my parents?" Eliza managed to ask, trying to control her irregular breathing and quick-paced heart. Her vision started to get hazy as she struggled to stay awake, the stinging in her head intensifying up to the point she almost screamed in agony.

"Answer my question, bitch," Amber demanded, striking Eliza across the head. That was Eliza's limit, as darkness overcame her vision with ease, as if it was welcoming her.

Eliza woke up like around two times after that, losing count after Amber kept on hurting her. It was almost like a routine. Amber would practically scream at Eliza for answers, hit her until she answered (which she didn't. Eliza stayed silent and didn't reveal anything no matter what.) and then, Eliza would black out from the injury on her head, and the new injuries that Amber had been causing.

After what seemed like the nth time, Eliza woke up again. This time Amber was no where in sight, which made Eliza breath out a sigh of relief. Her whole body was bruised and bloodied-- hell, everything hurt on her. Eliza refrained herself from moving as much as possible but it was getting hard since her body was stiff.

The room was silent while Eliza breathed heavily, trying to control her uneven breathing. She was sure that Amber had at least fractured or broken one of her rib bones, or that she was internally bleeding. Either one of those options was probably the reason why he was having trouble breathing.

Again, almost like déjà vú, some time of loud noise occurred, and then the door opened. Much to her surprise it wasn't Amber, nor Jason. (Eliza knew that Jason would have come for her by now, or would be doing something to save her. Okay, that was a lie. A small part of her wished that Jason or at least someone was looking for her but she didn't know for sure.)

The person standing in front of her was Alexander. He looked like a college student, to be honest. His eyes were almost black, but it was the dark dark brown kind. His hair was black and was in a messy style. His expression portrayed nothing, giving Eliza the feeling of nervousness. Alexander knew how to hide his emotions very, very well.

Eliza wished he would have showed some type of emotion, like Amber. At least then, she was able to predict what she would do. With Alexander, it seemed like anything he did would be unpredictable. A cold, chilly feeling spread through her body as Alexander continued to stare at her eyes.

"Eliza," The name rolled off of Alexander's tongue with such grace and calmness it made Eliza squirm and fidget in her seat with fear.

"Y-Yes?" Eliza trembled, she actually trembled under Alexander's intimidating gaze. He seemed unfazed by her trembling, in fact, it seemed like he was used to it. He probably was, considering he was a leader of a gang and all..

"I want to know something..."