Notorious Bad Boy — Chapter 33

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Blake's POV

As soon as my eyes laid on hers, everything around me stopped.

All I could focus on was her eyes. Eyes that seemed so simple, but held so much emotion. Pain, disappointment, despair, hurt, and so much more.

I couldn't even think about anything else except her.

Everything else that I was thinking about, this plan, the reasons, everything, and it just didn't matter anymore.

The girl I loved more than anything was looking at me with the most painful expression, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I was stuck in that moment, praying that this isn't real. It couldn't be real.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

I was supposed to break up with Michelle so Samantha and I could be together without any complications.

I honestly can't imagine what was going on through her head.

What did she see? What did she think?

As soon as she started to run away I knew I had to follow her and try to redeem myself.

"Samantha..." I called. But she just ignored me and ran outside.

It took me a few seconds to push through the crowd of people to get to the door. When I finally got outside I saw her in the distance running into the dark of the night.

"Samantha!" I screamed loudly, following her.

She was too far away and there was no way that I was going to be able to reach her.

But I had to try, I needed to try.

When Samantha went along the turn in the road she was no longer in my field of vision.

I took deep breaths, and ran as fast as I possibly could so I could see her again. But when I made the turn Samantha was nowhere to be found.

All that was there in the distance was a white van speeding away. Immediately I knew something was wrong.

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My thoughts were jumbled, my heart was racing. I didn't know how to approach this situation.

I stood there in the middle of the road panting.

All I wanted to do was scream, and hit something.

I reached into my pocket, and called for help.

"Alex! You gotta help me, its Samantha she was taken by somebody." I said in urgency.

"What do you mean? Blake slow down! What happened?" Alex said.

"Samantha saw me with Michelle at the party. She ran out and I went to follow her. But I lost her for a second, and when I caught up all I saw was a white van driving away." I said out of breath.

"Damnt! Blake you have to go back to the party and find out who she came with. Then meet me back at home."

"It was Connor, Alex. It had to be!" I screamed out of anger.

"Listen Blake; just do what I told you! We will get her back, I promise!" Alex said before hanging up.

All I wanted to do was to go to the Kings Club, and kill every member that I could get my hands on. But I knew that was only my anger talking. I had to think rationally, and do what Alex says. I was going to get samany back no matter what I had to do...

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Samantha POV

Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel the throbbing in the back of my head.

I had no idea what was going on. Where was I? Why was I here?

When I opened my eyes I saw I was in a dimly lighted room, with only a few lights on the ceiling, which flickered on and off.

It was cold. I could hear the faint dripping from a pipe.

When I tried to move my arms and legs I couldn't. They were tied up, keeping me still.

I could feel the fabric of the gag in my mouth, but despite that I still attempted to scream, but to no avail.

I was sitting in a chair in the center of the room. My hands were tied up behind me, with rope that burnt my skin as I struggled to get free.

I couldn't understand what had happened.

I tried to remember everything that had happened before waking up, and after a few moments I wish I just would have forgotten.

I was at the college party, and I saw Blake kissing another girl. When I saw that I ran outside and tried to run as far away from him as possible, when someone hit me in the head with something. Then I woke up here...

I began to panic.

I looked around, trying to figure out where I was.

There were no windows, so I couldn't tell how much time had passed.

In the corner of the room was a gated area that held a boiler.

All of these observations made me assume I was in a basement somewhere.

I was scared, and all I wanted to do was go home and cry myself to sleep. Even in this terrible situation I couldn‘t ignore the pain in my heart.

"Sleeping beauty has finally awakened..." Said a voice coming from a dark corner of the room.

"Remove it" the voice commanded.

I didn't understand what he meant, until I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I began to panic, when a man came beside me. The man took the gag from my mouth and returned to his spot in the shadows.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!" I cried.

"I Am Connor..." the man said as he stepped out of the darkness into the light.

Connor was in his late 30s. He had a bald head and tan skin. He was very muscular, and had many tattoos. Which were all on display because he was wearing a white wifebeater, and black dress pants.

"And you, are my damsel in the distress." He said with an evil grin.

"I don't understand!" I screamed.

"I don't expect you to beautiful." He said as he stepped closer, making me get a better view of him. Among his tattoos one that stood out was a crown, on his upper arm. But what was clearer to me, was the sharp knife in his hands.

As soon as my eyes lay on the weapon in his hands I began to cry more.

My heart was racing and all I could think about how scared I was.

"It's nothing personal; just have to settle a little score with the Frost siblings." He said as he stepped right in front of me.

"Blake's come quite fond of you, which was extremely surprising. That boy has never stayed with one girl in his entire life, but then you come along and change everything." Connor said as he crouched down in front of me, so we were eye to eye.

Connor had a large scar across the right part of his face, and eyes so evil and scary that I had to turn away.

"I would love to know what is so special about you..." He said as grabbed my chin and pulled my face in his direction.

I closed my eyes tightly, wishing I was anywhere but here.

"My scar seemed to catch your attention. Do you like it? It was a little gift from your boyfriend."

"You can have one of your own..." He said before I felt a burning sensation across my cheek. I screamed as the pain increased.

"Please don't." I said, as I opened my eyes to see him smiling at the cut he made on my cheek.

"Blake's a little delinquent bastard. I can't seem to understand what you see in him."

I couldn't help myself, I had to respond.

"No, he isn't you don't know Blake at all!" I screamed.

I could see his face distort in anger, as he slapped me hard across the cheek without the cut.

I whimpered in pain as my cheek felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, I think im going to have a lot of fun with you..." Connor said with a smirk…