No Strings Attached

Chapter 10- You're Not Sorry

Kat walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay Heather, calm down. I’m sure Jordan is find. She’s a strong girl.”

Willow on the other hand looked up she was about to get ready for an intense brawl. “When I find out who has my baby girl, I will make sure they don’t live to see the morning sun!”

Nathan ran both of his hands through his hands nervously. “We need to go look for her. Rachael, go call the police.”

Rachael nodded and pulled out her phone.

“Kat, you go get Max and go down to the lobby to search and ask anyone if they’ve seen her.” I instructed and she nodded her head as she made her way to the door.

I turned around and faced Willow. “You and Siva go outside the hotel and look around the area.”

“What? Wait, huh? No-Wait, what? THREE HOURS?!” Rachael exclaimed as she held the phone to her ear. “You are kidding me right now.”

“Rach, what are you doing?!” I asked.

Rachael angrily hung up the phone call and threw her hands up. “Apparently they’re ‘busy’ or whatever in the police station and they can’t really do anything or send help for 3 hours.” She said.

“WHAT?!?!?!” Nathan and I screamed at her with wide eyes.

“Aye, don’t go screaming at me, I’m not to blame.” She held up her hands in defense. “Looks like someone ain’t doing their job right around her.”

“Dammit.” I mumbled. “Alright, look, Tom and I will randomly start looking around the hotel. I honestly don’t think she would’ve gone  out or even far away from the hotel, unless….” She shook the bad thoughts away and walked out the door. “You guys start looking around this floor and other floors too!”

Jordan’s P.O.V

“Jason, you’re a down right prick, I hope you know that.” I mumbled as he grabbed my arm harshly and pushed me out of the closet.

“Shut up.” Jason snapped and impatiently pressed the elevator button.

“You do know that continuously pressing that button will not increase the speed of the elevator.” I pointed out.

Jason angrily slapped my cheek again. He’s slapped me so many times there today that I’m pretty sure I can feel blood dripping down it. “SHUT UP SMART ASS!” he snarled.

“Prick.” I said to myself when he pushed me into the elevator. “Where the heck are you taking me?”

“Home.” He said sternly.

Oh no.

Heather’s P.O.V

Tom and I went and knocked on every door, asking people if they’ve seen Jordan.

A good chunk of them were pretty grumpy and tired. Another chunk didn’t even know who she was and didn’t bother to listen when we tried to describe her. And the rest of them didn’t even answer the door.

Tom knocked on the door in front of us and waited for an answer.

Eventually, a man that looked about in his early 30s answered in a bath robe.

“Can I help you?” he asked, sound rather tired just like everyone else we encountered.

“Umm yes, have you seen our friend by any chance? Jordan Blake.” I said.

“Yeah, she’s about yay high, dark hair, some highlights, brown eyes, pretty hot.” Tom tried to describe her.

I gave him a glare and smacked his arm.

“Ouch!” he said and rubbed his arm gently.

The man furrowed his eyebrows and then rubbed his head, as if trying to think back and remember something. “Umm well I think I saw a girl that looked like that a little while ago.”

My eyes went a little wide and relief flooded through me. “REALLY?! Where was she going, what did she do, umm was she with anyone?!?” a billion questions just escaped me and I needed answers.

The man then rubbed his chin and though again.

“Oh come on you’re not that old, you can clearly remember things.” I heard Tom mumble quietly.

I tried to hold back a laugh and just looked at the man, hopeless for something.

A light bulb must’ve gone off because the man snapped his finger and smiled. “Yes! I think I saw her get off, or more like desperately run out of the elevator with a young man. Seemed like she was struggling to get out of his grip honestly, but I wasn’t too sure to do anything. Then I think the young man pushed her back into the elevator and I heard her scream some very nasty words.”

My jaw was on the floor by the time he was done. I grabbed Tom’s arm, “Come on! I think I know who’s got her and probably where he’s taking her!”

He nodded and we immediately ran to the elevators. The doors opened and we quickly got inside, Tom started pressing the button on the wall like crazy.

“THANK YOU!” I screamed back to the man before the elevator doors closed.

He nodded his head and smiled.

Only one person would be taking her.

Jason.