||Patrick Stump|| First Person||
If I didn't have asthma, I'm pretty sure I would have held my breath until I passed out. But unfortunately, that doesn't really seem to be effective at this point, so I substitute the passing out part to signify shock with almost ripping Elisa's hand off, grabbing the lone earring.
"What are you talking about?" Josh asks, his eyebrows furrowed up and his mouth poised into a frown. Josh Dun is the kind of person some would just hug because of how nice and 'adorable' he is and all that jazz, but right now? He looked ready to beat the shit out of someone.
"She's somewhere with Derek, most likely unconscious, and a gun trained to her head." Elisa smiles triumphantly, biting her pink stained lip. "She's a threat to his future. If he goes to jail, he's never going to have the life he deserves."
"You do realize that most... attack cases go by without any charges pressed against the suspect because räpe is a difficult thing to prove?" Brendon says, twiddling his fingers as he chews on the inside of his cheek. He's just as nervous because everything we say has to be important. Everything we say has to be carefully worded, because Cole's life may depend on it. "Even if she were to press charges, who says she'd win the case? Derek already knows this."
"We recently figured out that Cole was videotaping the party." Elisa sighs, rolling her eyes slightly while I still don't quite believe that it's possible to experience so much surprise in one day. "Derek suspects that she didn't stop recording. Her phone was in her shorts' pocket, and maybe it died of low battery, I don't know. But it has audio of them talking and if she shows that to the police, Derek is dead."
"Have you ever thought of justice?" Pete sneers, his voice deeper than usual and coated with malice. "Because that's what's coming to him."
"Have you ever heard of a gun? Because if you don't shut up, Cole is dead." Elisa smirks when Pete bites back a snarky remark. I narrow my eyes at her and inhale sharply.
"What do you want from us?" I ask quietly, scared of what the answer might be.
"Well, she clearly isn't cooperating," Elisa taps her chin lightly with her finger, as if she was just starting to think about what they possibly might want from us.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my voice cracking slightly. Elisa smiles widely, flipping her curly hair back and over her shoulder.
"She claims the phone is no longer in her possession, which is BS because everyone carries their phone with them." Elisa sighs.
"Has it never occurred to you that maybe she's telling you the truth?" Pete steps forward, his hands balled up into trembling fists at his sides. "Because she broke her phone."
"What?" I guess it's Elisa's turn to be shocked, because she's taking a step back. "What are you talking about?"
"She shattered the screen. Our parents bought her a new one." Pete growls venomously, and I almost sidestep away from him and out of his line of rage. I bite my bottom lip nervously.
"But Derek-"
"If my sister dies because of your ignorance, I swear to God, Elisa, you're dead." If he could, Pete would have been blowing steam from his ears and he would have grown horns. The smug look on her face vanishes almost immediately, and something tells me that Derek hasn't been telling her the truth for the longest time.
"You really are stupid." I say slowly, and Elisa's head snaps up and to my direction. Hurt crosses her face for a second, but I don't feel bad one bit. "Do you really think he likes you?"
"He loves me." Elisa retorts immediately, defensive as fuck. I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
"If you really think so, I feel even worse for you. He's using you to get to Cole. How can you be so stupid? Do you really think he's that dumb?" I say. Elisa raises her eyebrows, her bottom lip quivering slightly. I keep going though. "You really think he took her to wherever alone to 'just question' her?"
"The phone-"
"-is broken." I finish for her. "The sim card is back in Chicago. Do you honestly think he's telling you the truth about anything?" I don't hate people easily, but Elisa has been getting on my last nerve at this point. How could she be so stupid to the point of putting lives at stake?
"Oh, God." Elisa looks down in embarrassment, a hand over her mouth. She mutters those two words under her breath for a few seconds, her eyes shifting right and left as she stares at her feet. Her head snaps up to look at me, wide eyed. "He still likes her."
"That's right, Sherlock." Kate steps forward, hands on her hips.
"Where is Cole?" Ryan says carefully, willing his voice to be steady.
"I'll tell you," Elisa begins hesitantly. "But Patrick- Derek wanted me to.. take you there."
"Why?" Pete steps forward protectively, and I can feel my cheeks redden just the slightest bit at my best friend's care for my well being.
"I don't know. He doesn't like Patrick, though, so I assume it's nothing good." Elisa says. I see her unclasp the flap on her purse, reaching in to retrieve something. She pulls out a black object, and points it at us. A gun. "Take it."
"What?" I ask, but Elisa is shoving it into my hands.
"He has one. He's going to kill Cole if she's difficult, and he's going to kill you if he even sees you." Elisa bites her lip. Her eyes are red with unshed tears, and at that moment, I just know she's being her true self. The Elisa Yao I thought I loved months before.
"Thank you," I smile at her, and all she can manage is a weak one back at me.
"Okay, so it's this hotel we've been staying at..."
||Cole Wentz|| First Person||
"Where the hell is she?" I hear muttering from somewhere farther away, the same inquiry being repeated over and over again. My eyes slip open, and the first thing I see is a plain white ceiling. The next thing I take notice of is the soft duvet beneath me and over a mattress. I'm on a bed. In a bedroom.
Oh God, no.
I'm so terrified of being vulnerable that I practically roll off of the bed, my movements so quick and fluid, not a creak is made from the spring box. I almost fall hard on the ground, but I'm catching myself from making too much noise.
"I swear to God, if she isn't here in five minutes..." Derek is mumbling under his breath, and I can tell that he's most likely a couple of rooms over, maybe a living room or something. I take in a deep breath and reach into my bra for my phone, seeing it still on and recording. I hit stop quickly because I have everything I really needed to record. I check my battery and almost groan when I see that it's at 46 percent. That's a lot, I still have time, I reassure myself.
I tap the messages icon and tap my conversation with Patrick, quickly typing in an uppercased HELP ME. I quickly hit the lock button on my iPhone, stuffing it into my bra yet again, before bracing myself.
I get up to my feet, assessing my body for anything out of the usual. My boots are still on and tied in the double knot I always do, the see through black leggings are still high up on my hips, and my dress is still on. All good? All good. I take slow, hesitant steps towards the white bedroom door, my hand resting on the cool, golden metal doorknob. I twist it painfully slowly, listening to the lock clicking before I pull the door open a sliver. I peek in, surveying the giant lounge area. Definitely a hotel, I think to myself. And that's where I see Derek pacing around the living room, taking long strides back and forth. He's changed his clothes, donning a pair of black skinny jeans, his Vans, a white tee, and a blue flannel on top. I bite my lip and inhale sharply when he picks the plastic vase up and throws it at the wall. It doesn't break, simply slamming into the concrete wall and falling on the ground. I don't know how he hears me, but he does. He's spinning around so fast, his eyes locking onto mine. I'm stepping back, trying to follow Panic's advice and close the Goddamn door(I know this isn't the time for puns, but come on).
"Nope, oh no you don't." Derek is annoyed already, and he's easily twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open. I stumble back and away from him when I see him lock the door. He has this half smile on his face, the expression he makes when he's clearly frustrated and annoyed with someone.
"Where are we?" My voice cracks, but Derek is ignoring me and pushing me against the wall. "Please don't."
"I like you better when you're quiet." Derek mumbles before crashing his mouth to my own. I freeze in place, not moving an inch. I can't even push him away because I'm in too much shock. Then he's pulling back from me.
"Derek, what the hell is wrong with you?" I'm proud of myself at this point, mainly because I've managed to not let my anxiety levels rise too high and take over. But don't confuse this for not being absolutely petrified, because I'd have to be dead to not be scared.
"I'm perfectly fine, Colby." He says, his grip on my shoulders ceasing. I roll my eyes and scoff before I can stop myself.
"Oh, really? Perfectly fine meaning sexually assaulting and attacking me repeatedly? Oh, and let's not forget almost SHOOTING ME IN THE HEAD." I sass him. I'm unsure whether I should be proud of myself for yelling at him like this or if I should be mad at myself for being stupid enough to even talk to him. Truth of the matter is, I'm not being bold or brave. I'm being ridiculous, and I'm scared shitless, if you want me to be honest. Derek rolls his eyes, his hands clasping behind his head. He walks away from me to the opposite side of the room, pacing back and forth again.
"Shut up." He tells me, looking down at the floor. "Just shut up for one second."
"No," I shout at him, ignoring his demands. "I will not shut up until I get some fuckinng answers."
"I'm serious right now, Cole. Shut up before I do something I'll regret." Derek says, blowing out a breath of air. "Just give me a minute."
"Derek, why are you doing this to me? To yourself?" I ask, my voice lowering a considerable amount. He looks at me, this expression of 'are you kidding me' on his face.
"Because I love you, okay?" He exhales. "I love you, and I can't believe that I'm such an idiot."
"You're right." I say. "You're right that you're an idiot, but you're more then just an idiot, Derek."
"Just... just SHUT UP!" He shouts at me, and I don't even have time to register what's happening until he's smacking me across the face. I fall to the ground in pain, holding my cheek and waiting for my vision to return to normal. Derek kneels down in front of me, and whatever normalcy left in him has disappeared.
"Is that all you got?" I say through a trembling voice, and before he can react, I'm giving him a strong elbow to the nose. I get to my feet and kick him as hard as I can in the stomach, trying to buy myself some time. When I'm sure he's down, I'm rushing over to the bedroom door, working the lock quickly and swinging the door open. I'm sprinting out running to the nearest door I see with a lock. When I tug it open, I'm not happy at all to see that it's just a bathroom. I hear his footsteps, and I know I have no time to wander around the hotel room, looking for a fuckinng front door, especially with that sick feeling in my chest that I have whenever a panic attack is coming on. Before I know it myself, I'm running to the window, jumping up and sitting on the sill, hiding behind the curtain like a third grader. I was right that I wouldn't have enough time to get to the door, because Derek is out and he's freaking pissed.
"Hide and seek, huh?" Derek says slowly, his words carefully enunciated. I hold my breath and keep still. "I guess we're back in elementary, right?"
"Are you in the closet?" A door is swinging open and slamming into the wall. I almost jump at the sound. "Are you behind the sofa? Nope. Maybe you're hiding in the cabinets? Nope." He goes on like this, talking while checking almost every single place hide-able.
Then, his footsteps are getting louder and his voice is getting clearer with each step he takes towards the curtain. "I guess that leaves behind the curtain, huh?" And then he's ripping the curtain open and pressing the barrel of the gun to my forehead. His eyes are wild and crazy, and whatever humanity was in them a few minutes ago seemed to have dissolved. "Say goodnight, Colby Elizabeth Maya Wentz."
Right before he pulls the trigger, the front door's lock is being tampered with. Within seconds, the door is swinging open, and Derek is spinning around so fast, it'd make your head spin. I would recognize that stupid fedora and that light blue jean jacket in a heartbeat, and I'm smiling before I realize the situation at hand. Right as Patrick steps in, a gun in hand and aimed at Derek, Derek is pulling the trigger and shooting Patrick Stump in the chest.
"Patrick!" I scream, a guttural one, as I watch him clutch the gun wound and hit the floor.
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