Chapter 7

*****Faye's POV*****

I hadn't stopped crying since he left me in here. I even forced myself to shower to rid myself of the dried blood and dirt from the party, and the whole time just sobbed as the water and soap ran down.

I just wanted to see Michael, I didn't know where he was or if he knew that I had been kidnapped by the handsome devil from the cafe.

"Knock knock!" I hear the thick voice call in a mocking tone, causing me to turn towards the door, watching the handle twist as it unlocks.

"Nice shower?" He tilts his head at me looking amused, seeing my damp hair as I avert my eyes from his.

"Not speaking to me now then? Suit yourself. All I need from you is a list, we are going on a trip tonight and I need to know what stupid girl shit you need picked up." He rushes the information at me causing my eyes to widen.

What the hell does he mean we are going on a trip?

"W-Where?" My voice sounds hoarse from how much I had cried, as he leans his large body against the door frame - arms folded comfortably across his thick chest.

"Somewhere nice." He shrugs, as I involuntarily roll my eyes at the response.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me princess?!" He straightens himself up now, causing me to tense at the action.

"Sorry..." I mumble, as he just stares.

"Don't fucking do that again." He grits, as I remain silent, too sad to argue.

This man was clearly psychotic... the change in tone so fast was worrying alone.

"Can't you just take me back home? I won't speak about this or bother you ever again I promise!" I sniff out the sentence, as he stands in silence.

"Capri Italy. That's where I'm taking you." He states next, ignoring my request and only causing my jaw to practically hit the floor.

"W-Why... are you going to take me there to kill me... I promise I won't tell anyone about the phone... I mean I don't even know what you have on there none of us even looked... please can you just believe me?!" I begin to ramble, feeling the sudden need to beg for my life.

Why else would he be taking me so far away from home and as soon as tonight?

"If I wanted to kill you I would do it in this room princess... why the fuck would I waste my time flying you across the world?!" He seems agitated with my reaction, as I feel my eyes brim with tears yet again.

"I-I don't understand... why am I here then if you aren't going to kill me?" I question, and without a second passing, he storms across the room towards me as I gasp.

He wastes no time before grabbing me by the collar and bringing me to stand on my feet.

"You're here because I want you to be! Stop fucking asking dumb questions! If you want to keep your life and If you don't want me to beat you til you turn purple then shut the fuck up and just do what I say!" He roars down at me, as I shake like a leaf under his hold.

He was terrifying. Despite being handsome, and despite being young, he was absolutely terrifying and reeked of sheer power.

"S-Stop..." I manage to choke out, seeing amusement flash across his eyes.

"I'll stop when you fucking stop! Stop asking shit and write me the damn fucking list!" With that, he releases me as I practically melt into the floor.

He rips open a drawer, revealing a notebook and pens and shoves It down on the small desk in the room.

"Write!" He grits, grabbing my elbow and shoving me down onto the chair.

I shakily panic and grab one of the pens, struggling to control my grip as I swipe my tears back with my other hand.

"You've got five minutes! Write everything you need as though you were going on a normal holiday to Italy! Don't forget anything either, that will just piss me off more!" He states, moving towards the door - slamming it shut behind him.

On his exit, I exhale a large breath that I hadn't noticed I had been holding. This man was for sure going to kill me at some point with a temper like that... all I had to do was make him happy until I find a chance to escape and find Mike...

After that, we would have to move across the world just to hide from him, as he for sure gives me total 'I'll find you and kill you' vibes.

I close my eyes, regaining my composure, before thinking hard on what he had asked me to do.

A list of things I would need if I went to Italy on a normal holiday... ok got it.

1. Swim suits and towels.

2. Toiletries (toothbrush, paste, shower gel, hair wash).

3. Shorts and t-shirts for the sun.

4. Outfits incase I go anywhere nice (dresses).

5. Sandals and maybe trainers for walking.

6. Pyjamas for night time.

7. Books to read or earphones to listen to music (need my phone for that though which I don't have).

8. Hats and sunglasses.

9. Makeup and hair brush and straighteners.

10. My friend Michael...

I stare at the last point on the list, cursing myself for writing it. I was only trying to put myself in the head space of going on a normal holiday with Mike... only to help me write this damn list properly!

He won't like that...

I hear footsteps approaching the door, which causes me to quickly scribble on top of number 10.

The door handle turns, as I feel him enter the room causing me to stop scribbling.

I tense up from his presence, feeling him slowly approach me from behind - before stopping and looking down at the list that lay in front of me.

"Done?" He tests, as I nod simply and avoid eye contact.

"What's that?" He moves his large hand towards the paper, landing his pointer finger on the dark scribble that now resides at the bottom of the list.

"Oh... I made a mistake." I cover as best I can, hoping he would let it go and leave but his hand remains on the page.

"Tell me or I'll get pissed off..." He pushes the sentence out calmly, which sends a warning chill up my spine.

"P-Please don't get mad..." I beg first, cursing myself again for writing such a stupid thing on his list.

"Can't promise that... hurry up and tell me." He pushes on, causing me to gulp and close my eyes.

This damn man left no room for patience...

"I wrote... my friend Michael... as one of the things that I would take with me... I know that's an unnecessary thing for your list but I didn't mean anything bad... I just wish I could see him." I explain quietly, almost too quiet that I'm even surprised he heard me.

"Silly girl." He tuts after a moment of silence, before grabbing the page from the desk and leaving - saying nothing more.

I remain at the desk for some time, processing the fact that he had said we were going to god damn Italy tonight... TONIGHT!

I felt numb. I felt scared. I felt clueless. I just wanted to find Michael and hide from the world. It seemed we always had the worlds worst luck... even when we felt things were going right for us... something always ruined it.

I just hope Michael is ok... wherever he is...