I skip towards May's flower shop as I get excited to tell May the amazing news. I went back home but I wasn't able to find her, so I suspect she's at her shop. Clyde wasn't at home too, that's weird because he's usually home at around that time.

I approach the flower shop with a wide smile on my face, but it quickly vanishes as I take in the sight before me. The shop lights are turned off, the windows are shattered, the flower pots are broken, and all the plants look.....dead.

What did the hell happen? I know for sure May and Clyde didn't do this. May loves her flowers and Clyde loves May. So who did?

Panic starts to settle inside me as I slowly make my way over to the shop. I didn't even need to open the doors as the hinges are broken and one of the doors is all but broken glass pieces littering the floor. Some of the lights flicker on the ceiling.

"May?" I call out. No answer. "Clyde?" I try again but yet no answer. The only sound I hear is my thumping heart and the sound of my feet moving as I step on some of the glass pieces.

A portrait of all of us that May keeps hanging on the wall is sliced. The slit goes right in between me and May as if cutting me off from the picture. Or cutting them off. This is scary. I don't know what do to. My fight or flight instincts kick in.

I shakily reach for my phone in my back pocket but then I hear something coming from behind me. Or rather, someone. I try to steady my breath as I slowly turn around. Shit shit shit. I should have never entered the store. But it was worth the risk of finding if May and Clyde were somewhere in here, they could have possibly been injured. But I have no idea where they are now.

Before I can fully turn my head around, a hand is placed over my mouth, stopping me from screaming. But, as I breathe in for air, I feel myself losing consciousness. Soon I fall into the man's arms as darkness overcomes me.

Why isn't she picking the hell up? I called Prim for at least the 10th time in the past hour and she hasn't picked up. Worry starts to fill in my stomach. The door to the gym opens and I turn around to see Jed with a worried look on his face.

I march over to him. "Have you seen Prim? She's not answering her phone," I quickly rush out. Jed's eyes grow wide at what I just said.

"I thought she was with you?" Jed ask. I shake my head. "Shit," He says. "Well if she's not with you then where the hell is she?"

"She said she was going to tell May the news, maybe she's at her flower shop?" I ask as hope starts to fill in the worried space in my stomach. Jed nods his head and we hurriedly hop into my truck and start our drive to May's flower shop.

"Heath," Jed says. I park and turn my gaze to where Jed is looking at. Oh hell no. The place looks demolished.

We both get down from my truck and walk over to the shop. "What the hell happened?" I whispered. Glass is shattered everywhere. May's flowers are dead by now. I walk around, my heart beating fast. I step onto something hard, causing me to look down. Prim's phone? What the hell? "Jed," I call him. He whips his head around so fast and stalks over to me. "Her fucking phone,"

"Call the guys, ask them to see if Prim's at home," Jed says and I quickly send a text to Nash telling him what happened. I quickly hit the send button and put my phone away.

"Look around," I tell him. We both split up to look around the place. I come across a picture of Prim and her family, well, with May and Clyde. It looked like someone had ripped the picture cutting Prim out of the family photo. There is an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. "Shit," I mumble to myself. As I am about to reach up to the photo my phone rings. Nash.

"She's not fucking here," He says, his voice in a panic.

Fuck, where the hell did she go? "Did you look everywhere?" I ask him.

"Yeah, everything looks untouched. Kade and I are headed to the flower shop, we'll meet you guys there," Nash says and hangs up the phone.

"So?" Jed asks.

I shake my head. "She's not there," Jed groans out loud and kicks over a perfect vase to the ground, shattering it. I feel like doing the same buddy.

"Wakey, wakey Prism," I hear a voice say. My eyes flutter open to see a masked man standing in front of me. That's when the memories come flooding in. The broken shop, dead flowers, the picture, the hand. I gasp.

"Wh-what's going on?" I ask while stuttering. Damn it, I was trying not to show him any fear.

My captor's hand reaches out and tucks a hair behind my ear. "Oh so sweet. And so fucking clueless," And bam, my face whips to the left. My right cheek burns from the slap.

"Where's my family?" I ask through gritted teeth and my jaw clenching. Wow, now I know how Heath feels whenever he does this.

"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours," He says bopping my nose as I scrunch it up in disgust. "They're safe," Is all he says before he walks away. I try to get up but then I trip over and fall down on my belly. It is then do I realize that my hands and feet are tied together. "Try not to get blood over my floor," He says and closes a gated door. Did he lock me in a fucking prison cell? What the hell is he a cop?

"Wait! Why am I here? What did I ever do to you? If anything I don't remember encountering a man who could voice actor a girl character," I state.

He gasps. "Don't you dare!" He says in a high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. "I mean don't you dare," He says making his voice go a few octaves lower. "Listen here you little bitch. I would stop talking if I were you, or else your little parents are going to get it," He gasps again. "Oops, sorry you don't have any," He starts laughing while I keep a straight face.

"You're not a comedian so stop with the lame jokes. Unless you plan on killing me with those then go ahead," I say with a sarcastic smile. "And I can already tell you're ugly from the sound of your voice,"

He clenches his fists. "I would strangle you, but then I'd get into trouble. Plus, wouldn't want to ruin these," He says pointing up his hand.

"If that's what you think is cute, then I recommend you get your eyes checked, or change your nail tech," I fire back.

"Excuse me? At least I have the money to get these done so shut up,"

"I don't need to waste money on some lame ass colors on my nail,"

"They are not lame! They are baby pastels with a tint of glitter in a coffin shape," He mumbles the last part out. I scoff.

"Wow," I say unamused.

If this is my captor then by all means kidnap me for the rest of my life. He straightens himself up. "Anyway, I'm done wasting my time here with you. Have fun and make sure to rot down here," He says.

"Let me out of here!" I yell attempting to sit back up.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Umm, I don't think so. Until my boss gets what she wants then I can let you go. Toodles," He waves at me and walks away. Stupid Bastard.

I just hope that Heath and the guys are able to figure out what happened to me and call the cops.

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