"What did you fucking do!?" I yell walking into the living room of my house.

"Me?" Piper asks, dropping the frankly ugly flowers.

"What did you fucking do to her?" I ask her.

"What's wrong?" My mom walks up to me.

"I'll ask you one more time, what did you do to Sophia?" I ask her but she still holds a confused expression.

"Don't fucking play with me Piper. I saw you two walk out her office, and into some cafe. Coincidence that she got into an accident minutes after leaving the cafe?" I yell.

"Sophia got into an accident?" My mom asks me and I nod.

"Look, we just went to get lunch, which didn't even happen because I had to leave, I had nothing to do with her accident and I hope she's okay," she says and I don't buy shit.

"You're fucking lying-"

"Axton calm down, where is Sophia?" my mom asks me, but the thought just infuriates me more.

"They don't know." I mumble walking to the front door.

"What?" my mom asks and I roll my eyes.

"She wasn't there when the cops arrived, neither was the driver of the car that crashed into hers." I say as I grab my keys to walk out.

"Axton, where are you going?"

"To the police station, isn't that fucking obvious!?" I snap.

"I'm coming with you." Mom says as she walks up to me, putting her coat on.

"I'm coming too-"

"Fuck no." I say before walking out the house and getting into my car.

A little while after my mom joins me.

"Axton, I know you're worried but I don't think Piper did it." she says but all I hear is bullshit.

"Oh, so it's a fucking coincidence that the same day she goes to lunch with her, she gets into an accident and goes missing from the crime scene?" I ask her but she doesn't reply because she knows I'm correct.

"Axton are you sure Piper is who you really want to marry? I mean, I have never seen her in your room, you just kind of surprised us with your engagement. Not to mention you told your dad about your relationship with Piper before you even mentioned it to me!" she turns away from me and I instantly fuck up.

"Because I didn't even know I was getting married to her! It's more like dad's fucking wedding!" I yell at her and she prouldy smiles. Are all women as confusing as those in my life?

"I thought that was the real issue." She says and I roll my eyes focusing on the road.

As the police station comes into view,the paparazzi surround my car. One move and it's over for you motherfuckers.

"Axton, don't think about it." My mom says and I scoff getting out the car.

"Axton, is Sophia okay?"

"Mr.McKay is Sophia alive?"

"Axton is it true Sophia was leaving lunch with your fiance?"

"Eleanor, can you confirm if Sophia is okay?"

"Mr.McKay, Sophia's fans are really worried and would like an answer from you. Please answer them." If Soph was here she'd answer them.

"We can't give any information as of right now, however, it will be sorted soon." I tell them, opening the door for my mom.

I walk in to see Kimberly, Jace, Amyra, Shyla, Sebastian, and his girlfriend sitting on the steel chairs. Police stations are cheap as fuck.

"Mr.McKay." One of the officers call my name.

"We have tracked the car that took Sophia and the driver of the other car, they were last tracked somewhere in Brooklyn." He says, showing me a picture of the black car.

"Alright, keep us informed." I say as I walk up to my mom, who's hugging Kimberly.

"Axton, you okay?" Kimberly asks me as tears run down her face.

Is Sophia here? Exactly no, of course I'm not fucking okay!

I simply nod, refraining to upset her even more.

At this point I want to smash glass, or just knock someone out.

"Sophia just made a call to the police station." We all look up as the words fall from his mouth.

"Let go of me!" I yell as I'm being tied to a chair.

"Shut up, please for your own safety." The man tells me, his thick french accent filling the air.

"Please just let me go, whatever you need I'll give you it!" I tell them as the three men walk out the room.

But before the last one does, he walks up to me.

"I- ma'am I don't want to hurt you, neither do they." he points to the others, out in the hall.

"But I have a family and I need to feed them, I need to send my kids to school. This is the only way I can as of now. I'm sorry, but if you keep quiet he wouldn't hurt you." Who is he?

Instead of asking I flash him a really small smile, he still tied me to this chair, can't be nice to everyone.

He walks out the room, closing the door behind him. I'm left in complete darkness.

I wonder if Axton knows about the accident.

How did this even happened?

All I wanted to do was go grocery shopping.

The door opens and a tall figure walks in. But you see, the part that crushed me, that broke my heart into the tiniest of pieces, was that I grew up smelling the cologne that danced through the air.

"Well. Glad to see you made it." My dad says, walking closer to me, flickering the light on.

His face looked, exhausted. He looked run down and fucking homeless.

"You look homeless," I mumble, hoping my tears don't betray me and fall.

"I was really close to being homeless you know after your mother filed divorced, your little boy toy was searching for me, and one of my men ratted me out." Boy toy? Oh. Oh.

Axton.

"I didn't think all that would happen," I tell him, honestly. He pulls a cigarette out his pocket. Oh okay, he started smoking again.

He chuckles, lighting the cigarette.

"Yeah, me neither, I knew you were going to be a problem in my life, starting with your birth, making me miss an award show and ending with that disgusting smiley attitude you have. Always talking to the paparazzi, and let's not mention how you act around another woman's fiance." I don't know what got into me, but I raised my foot, kicking him in the stomach.

My heel, ripping his cheap shirt.

"You use to have excusite taste." I say, grabbing the knife on the floor that fell along with him.

He tried grabbing me, but another kick slowed him down. I cut the rope and somehow run out the room.

As I run through the dark halls, I bump into one of the men from earlier.

"Give me your phone." I tell him and she shakes his head.

"Je ne parle pas anglais." Which is I don't speak English, in French.

"Donne moi ton telephone." Luckily I do. Trips to France were regular when I was young.

"Oui." he says handing me a phone.

I quickly call 911.

"Merci." (Thank you) tell him, running away with the phone, sorry buddy.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"I was kidnapped, I'm not sure where I am-" Suddenly my dad comes into view.

"Give me the phone." he says, a knife in his hand.

I quickly put my hands behind my back, switching my dead phone, with the one in my hand.

Instantly he throws the phone on the floor as I slip the other one, in my pocket.

"Now, where were we?"