Chapter 11

Tris POV ( Continued right after Chapter 10

I wake up to the distant sound of Marlene and Shauna's voice. As I start waking up even further I see I am not lying on a bed but on a beanbag chair. I am not in my apartment but in my Hollister Co dressing room, Blake is next to me, and Shauna and Marlene are near my open doorway.

"Should we wake Tris?" I hear Marlene whisper to Blake and Shauna. I close my eyes and pretend I am still asleep.

"It wouldn't be the first time she slept here or staying after hours." Shauna remarks.

"How am I supposed to get up?" Blake asked from next to me.

"Don't worry, she is a hard sleeper.. just move her body a bit." Shauna told Blake.

"I am a what?" I flashed my eyes open with a small smile forming on my lips. I nearly laughed feeling Blake jump a bit beside me and my best friends gulp. "I'm kidding, chill! So are we about to close or something?"

"Yea, five minutes." Marlene says. I then notice she has her bag in her hand and Shauna has hers.

"Alright." I stand myself up slowly while letting out a huge yawn. Blake steps aside from me and walks out the room with Shauna and Marlene following along living me alone.

I take my time cleaning my dressing room and hanging the outfit I wore for that shoot onto one of the black hooks on the wall. I'm done in four minutes and start heading towards the elevator.

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I step on the subway heading home. The ride should only be twenty minutes and only one or two people are in this cart with me. One is a guy absorbed on his phone and another is sleeping with his legs extended on a couple seats.

I sit myself down on a light orange cover seat and feel my own eyelids drift down gradually too. Right before I let myself fall asleep though I pop in my earphones, play Pandora on light volume and add an alarm for eighteen minutes from now.

Then I let my lids drop.

x.X.x

I don't wake up to my alarm.

Instead I hear violent loud voices over my headphones music and suddenly my headphones are ripped out my ears.

I blink open my eyes and almost scream. A guy a few years older than me throws my headphones on the floor along with my phone connected to them. I have no time to look down and see if my phone is okay because I am to busy trying to remain calm.

Peter stands beside the unknown guy. They both wear the common black and stare at my body intensely.

I sit myself up straighter and observe my surroundings. The subway is moving right now between two stops and there is nobody else on the subway cart but me and the two boys in front of me. The older one blocks my way to the emergency door between the carts and Peter blocks the other way to possibly get out of my seat into a better position. I try to play clueless

"Who are you?" I ask with a small frightened voice. It isn't that hard to master but every fiber of me screams to act strong.

"Are you sure its her?" The older one asks Peter

"Of course. Can't you see she is wearing exclusive Hollister sweats?" Peter says. The older guy rolls his eyes at his knowledge of a girly subject.

They seem to speak a code only they know before suddenly lifting me by my legs and shoulders. I trash suddenly, leaving both of them surprised and I feel them almost drop me or let go of me but they quickly readjust their grip so my legs and arms cannot touch them. I try again but this time bulk my hips towards the subway ceiling, making they're grip looser at the sudden trick and I hit the subway floor on my knees and arms.

"Get away from me!" I scream as I stand up and step away from them, oh I hope this subway will reach the next station soon.

"Knock her out!" The older one says and on cue Peter dives and punches me right in the stomach. I try to deflect his punch but he is just to fast and the air gets sucked out of me for a second. But suddenly I don't have to worry about defiance because I feel a hand on the back of my head that slams my forehead against the handrail.

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Four POV

I fumble with my apartment keys while unlocking the door. I only have five keys on my keychain but yet it takes me at least two minutes to find the right key for everything. Thank god I didn't own a car.

I heard the door downstairs open and shut along with Peter's and Eric's voices. I let go of my keychain stuck in my door and remained still so I didn't have to have a unnecessary conversation with my downstairs neighbors.

Peter comes up the stairs first saying, "What are we going to do with her?" I stop breathing. Did they bring a stripper? Hooker? Anything along those categories no doubt.

"Fuck her all night." Eric says, I hear extra heavy steps from him. I no longer see Peter because he is directly beneath me. That's when I see Eric.

He carries a girl bridal style against his chest. She seems fragile seeing Eric has no problem carrying her. Se wears black sweats and a hoodie that says something Sport. Her head is hanging in the air unsafely leaving her stray blonde hair from her bun swing everywhere. There is also a huge dark bruise forming on her forehead and her eyes are closed but she is steadily breathing.

"Do we own any condoms?" Pete asks while I hear him fiddling with his keys like I was a minute ago.

"No, we can pick a box at Walgreens." Eric says. Next thing I know I hear their door opening and their voices disappearing into their apartment.

I turn the key and run inside. Whoever they captured I need to save. I will have about five minutes when they visit Walgreens if they both go. I run to my bedroom, grab the gun from my nightstand and tuck it into my waist.

I walk back out my apartment to hear Eric and Peter down a few floors talking. A few seconds later I hear the front door open and close.

I run down the stairs to their apartment in record timing. I kneel down and grab the mat to find what I expected; a silver key. I pick it up and unlock the door in only thirty seconds.

The apartment layout is the same as mine so I know my way around. I first scan the kitchen and living room to see no girl in sight. I then head down the messy hall and check the bathroom.

She lays on the floor with her legs and arms tied together with what looks like two necklaces. I guess they didn't think she was going to wake up anytime soon.

I kneel next to girl and gasp. Tris.

Looking at her face more closely I know she is Tris Prior. Knowing who she is I remember her wearing these clothes today and her hair in the same messy bun. I almost start crying at the thought of this girl who is not a stripper or anything like one being captured like this. There is probably some boyfriend out there freaking out.

I remember I only have a few minutes left and at that pick up her unconscious body and hold it to my chest in any hope it will wake her up. I walk out the apartment, close the door, and put the silver key back under the mat before jogging up the stairs and pushing my unlocked door open.

I gently lay her on my white bed before running back and closing and double locking my door. They will notice very soon Tris is gone and when they do I don't her to be stolen again.

I walk back into my bedroom and kneel in front of her face. The bruise is still forming and is already turning purple. Doesn't look like neither of us will be going to work tomorrow.

I soon decide to heat up some leftovers while waiting for her to wake up.

Afterwards I find a icepack in the freezer and bring it to her. She is still in the same position. Walking over I press the icepack gently to her bruise.

I find myself dozing off thinking about her this lovely girl got into this mess while still having my arm pressing the icepack to her bruise.

Thanks for reading!
I finished this extra early so you guys will not have to wait a whole month again. I don't like the amount of times I said I and used a period.

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