I've been in custody for an entire day now. They made me sit in an interrogation room, saying that they had to know what happened. I never spoke. The only time I talked was to tell them my name was Chelsea or that I wanted to see Luke.

"You have to tell us what happened. So many people missed you while you were gone." Lies. I crossed my arms and stare off into space. 'If Luke does wrong...' Why did that even mean? I didn't understand.

Why would he even call the police? I thought he said he liked me. After all that we've been through he gives up. He said I deserves better but little did he know that he was the best thing to happen to me in 2 years. The policewoman sat in front of me.

"Arie-"

"My name is Chelsea."

"No it's not. Your name is Ariel Cotten. You live at 6398 Maplewood Street in Million, Minnesota. They've taken over you. You've forgotten who you really are." I scoffed at her. She has no idea what she's talking about.

"I want to see Luke. Now." I demanded. She stood up and walked out the door. Good. She was annoying me anyways. I sat for a good half an hour, lost in my thoughts. The door opened then closed. I look up to see another policeman. Ugh. I turn my face back to look at the table and put my hands between my thighs.

"It's been a week since you were reported missing. How long were you in that house with those two crazy men?" I don't reply. Wait. Two? What about the others? I look up at the man with my brows furrowed.

"If I talk, will you let me go home?" I choked. He sat in front of me and nodded, turning on a recorder.

"Just answer a few question. How long were you with these men?"

"Eleven days.

"Did they treat you poorly?"

"For the first four days I slept in the basement. Then they gave me my own room and clothes."

"Did you ever try to escape."

"Yes but I failed miserably. I ended up trying to kill myself. Day three."

"Did any of them touch you in a way you didn't like?

"No. They would never harass. They love me." He nodded and turned the recording off, closing his folder. I stood up with him.

"Now I want to go home." I walked with him to the door. There were people standing in front of the one way window, obviously hearing what I said. I walk right passed them and towards the door. I walk out into the bright light. It was a busy street today. I hale a cab with a waving hand and whistle.

"Where to, pretty lady?" The old smelly taxi driver asked. I didn't know where I wanted to go. I sure as hell wanted to go back to Luke's house, though. Where was that?

"I'm going to have you driving a while if that's okay?"

"Fine by me. You're paying. Where you want me?"

"Drive down Maplewood street slowly, please." And he was off. He takes a few turns but ended up driving right down my neighborhood and passed my house. I try remembering everything from that night.

"Uh... take a... Left! Take a left." I say. He does that. We drive down the busy street until we reach a stop light. I close my eyes and try to remember each turn and stop.

"Take a right then another right, I think."

"Where are you heading to anyways?" He asked me. I feel a smile creep on my face.

"Home."

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I hand the taxi driver a 20 dollar bill that I got back when the police gave me a few of my things. There it was. The house. I rush up the driveway, making sure no one was watching me. I open the door and close it, locking each lock there was.

I go straight for my room and search around for what I was looking for. A backpack. I yank it out of the closet and throw it on my bed. I grab a few shirts and some pants. I throw all my stuff in my bag. I change into a You Complete Me shirt with some black jeans before stomping towards the bathroom.

As I look at myself in the mirror, I notice a girl. Her face was dark red and her eyebrows were knitted together in anger. Her orange hair was all knotted and the her blue eyes were a dark shade of blue. She was some kind of monster. One of the monsters that you feared under your bed.

I run to Michael's room... Old room... I dart for his cabinet to see a bunch of boxes of hair dye. I search for the color I wanted. Blue? Purple? Blonde? Brown! I grab the box and open it up. Carefully, I read the box. I needed this to be perfect.

As I start to dye my hair, I think abut my stupid life. I can't have one nice thing, ever. Every time I get a glimpse of happiness, it always gets ruined. But now, I won't let that happen. I'm going to get Luke back. We're going to be happy. He just has to remember everything that he's told me.

When I finish, I wash my hair with water and look at the mirror. This girl looked a lot different. I turn my head at the stranger I call my reflection and walk back into my room. There, on the floor, was a folded up note. It was the note Michael wrote only 2 days ago

'If Luke goes wrong there is a shed in the back where you can hide'

"If Luke goes wrong..." I drop all of my stuff and run outside into the backyard. There was a rundown shed hidden behind tree. I yank the door open to meet a point of a gun. I squeal and close my eyes.

"Don't hurt me!" I hold my hands up. There was heaving breath and a loud gulp. I open one eye cautiously. Red hair, eyebrow piercing, pink lips. Michael.

"Oh my God. Kitten." He whispered, dropping his gun and pulling me into a hug. I hug him tight, glad I'm not all by myself anymore. He pressed his lips to my forehead, breathing shakily.

"You're okay. I'm so glad you're okay." He whispered, holding my shoulders. I stare into his green eyes to see that he was scared. I could sense that kind of thing with Michael.

"I'm not okay, Mikey. Luke is gone, Calum's gone, Ashton's gone. They're in some cell, rotting away. I don't even know where Ash is. I'm scared, Mike. We need to help." I insisted. He shook his head and sat me on the wooden floor.

"There is nothing we can to besides wait for trial." He said. But I needed them now. I needed Calum to make me smile. I needed Ashton to make me feel safe and loved. I needed Luke because I need to know if he feels the way I do.

"Your hair." He pointed out. I run my fingers through it with a slight blush. That doesn't matter right now!

"Where is Ashton? The police don't have him." I say. Michael looked down at him hands with a frown.

"I-I don't know."

Notes

Song Recommendations:

• Trouble ~ NeverShoutNever
• Can't Stand It ~ NeverShoutNever
• Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater ~ NeverShoutNever
• What is Love? ~ NeverShoutNever
• Time Travel ~ NeverShoutNever

QOTD: "How do you look at the girl you love and tell yourself it's time to walk away?" ~Channing Tatum (The Vow)

I think I've started to fall for ANOTHER band..... Ugh why does this keep happening

*DIDN'T READ OVER THIS SO PLZ IGNORE MISTAKES*