i stopped as i realized that i wasn't in such a familiar place. i was in an empty parking lot, but it wasn't completely empty.
i began walking again, but this time something followed me. it was, a black van. now, i have always heard that white vans were sketchy. vans in general are sketchy.
i began walking faster and faster, but that only made the van speed up to match my level of speed.
it got to the point where i had to start running. by this point, i was scared for my life.
the van sped up to me again.
"where are you going?" the man driving the van yelled out to me. i glanced at him, but shook it off and looked forward again.
"you know, you shouldn't ignore me." he said again. after he noticed that i wasn't going to respond he began to laugh.
"i'm going to catch you." he said. i glared at him. "you're sick." i spat. i heard the back of the van doors open, and a tall man jump out of the back.
he began running towards me. i started to run faster and faster trying to outrun him, but me being demi's sister, i tripped on a large stick.
i fell with my face to the ground making the guy in the van laugh as he stopped the vehicle.
i struggled to get up, but before i knew it, the man behind me grabbed a needle from his back pocket, and stabbed me in the neck with it.
and, everything went black.
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i can hear muffled voices in the background, but my eyes can't open just yet.
"what if she wakes up? what are we going to tell nick?" i could hear the man who was driving the van speak.
who's nick?
i heard footsteps move towards me in a slow pattern. "maybe we should wake her up?" another voice suggested.
"n-" a strange voice said, and before i knew it, i felt a sting come across my face causing me to jump up and open my eyes.
"what the he-" i tried to speak, but realized that my mouth was cover with duct tape along with my arms and legs.
"good morning, sunshine." the man driving the van said. he reached for my face and tore the tape off of my mouth in one quick motion.
"fuck." i mumbled.
he laughed. he glared at the duct tape and so did i. "well, now you don't have to get that mustache of yours shaved off." he said laughing.
i mean, i was kind of hurt. i didn't think it had a mustache. you know what, that's not the point.
"who are you?" i said. he sat down next to me. he looked into my eyes and touched my face.
"that's none of your business." he said. i tried to get up, but he held me down, and pulled out a gun from the navy blue bag on the ground next to me.
"try anything, and you die." he said laughing. he quietly put the gun down to the side of him.
"i need you, gabriela." he said.
"why?" i spat.
"if you don't recognize me, i'm a manager. my star needs to get his fan count up, and the media to follow him." he started. "ok, so why did you kidnap me?" i asked. he whipped out the gun again.
i just gave him a death stare.
"you're going to be his girlfriend. please do understand, that if you tell him who you really are, or pull anything in public, i promise to kill you." he said centimeters away from my face.
he put the gun away, and grabbed the bag and put it on his shoulders. he took scissors and cut the tape from around my hands, and my feet.
grabbing me by my arm, he roughly pushed me up the stairs all the way to the fourth floor of the huge mansion.
he brought me to a bright colored room with the windows closed. standing in the room were hair stylists, and racks of clothing and shoes.
the guy pushed me down in the seat of the stylists, and whispered some things in their ears. they nodded.
my shoulders were tense, but the stylists touched my shoulders and massaged them. "relax, and let us do our magic." one of them said.
how can i relax when i have been kidnapped? interrupting my thoughts, all i could hear was the sound of scissors chopping my long her away. it was painful to hear.
sitting in front of the mirror, it was painful to watch also. my hair was now shoulder length, and died a brown color.
i hate the color brown in my hair.
it clashes with my blue eyes. i was born with black hair, which made my eye color situation a bit better.
as we came to an end, jeff fluffed my hair a bit and smiled in the mirror at me. "do you like?" he asked.
i shrugged.
it's awful. i heard the door knob move, and i assume that the guy was returning.
"beautiful." he said walking in.
he stood behind me, and put his hands on my shoulders. he slightly pressed them. "smile." he demanded. i smiled a bit, without showing my teeth.
"with teeth." he said grabbing my shoulders a bit harder causing me pain. i have to admit, i've never faked a smile as much as this one at this moment.
jeff and his crew began to leave. as soon as the room was cleared, the guy sat across from me in the room.
he stared at me.
"why can't i go home?" i said through closed teeth. he smiled a bit. one of those sketchy smiles.
"because, we need you darling." he said. "here, put these in." he said handing me brown contacts. i nodded slowly.
i shakily put the contacts in and hoped that they were not prescription because i don't wear glasses.
"grab an outfit from the racks, and some nice shoes and go in the bathroom and try them on." he spat. i rolled my eyes.
he must've seen me because he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me back. "that's what we're not going to do." he said releasing me.
i grabbed a gold dress and black shoes and made my way in the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
"you know, demi's very worried right now. it's a shame you can't contact her." he said chuckling a bit.
"how do you know demi?" i asked quietly.
"i'm phil mcintyre. demi's manager. nice to meet you." he said. i could tell that he's grinning.
"s-so then nick, is nick jonas?" i asked. he sighed. "you're a smart cookie. yes." he said.
"well you're not so smart, don't you think he'd notice me, you dipshit?" i said smirking.
he ran over to the door and banged on it hard making my heart almost jump out of my chest.
"what a coincidence, i've gotten the sister of one of my stars." he said laughing.
"you make me sick." i spat.
phil's phone beeped. "nick's downstairs and ready to meet you. you're not to say anything to him, and if you do, i'll kill you and that's a promise. got it?" he said. i gulped and nodded as i came out of the bathroom. he looked me up and down.
"that looks great on you." he said smiling. i groaned.
"what's my name?" i asked. "be creative." he said smiling.
"ready." i mumbled. phil smiled and grabbed my hand taking me downstairs.
i saw nick sitting on the couch with his eyes focused on his phone.
he stood up as i reached him. "here she is." phil said handing me off to nick.
"wow, you're beautiful." he said to me and looked into his eyes. he didn't stop smiling.
i keep thinking about how phil said he'd kill me. if i made a run for it, would he catch me? i mean, he does know where demi lives.
i don't like how this is going. i'm being made to be someone that i'm not. demi, please come to my rescue.