Hostage

Alicia’s POV

I was trembling I couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the shaking of my hands or the shaking of the rest of my body.
I felt cold and alone, even when I was held in Matt’s arms.
And he was whispering to me…
“I will not let him get near you again, never again.” Matt murmured near my ear.
“I promise you, I will find a way out, the kid has a plan… I will not let anything happen to you. Now look at me Alicia. Look into my eyes.”
I held my head up, tears running down my face…
“I.. I.. wanted… to see.. her…” I sobbed and Matt held me closer nearly hurting me.
“I know, it’s not your fault, I shouldn’t have let you go.. I am sorry, it’s my fault.” Matt tried to soothe, but I shook my head.
“NO.. My fault..!” I told him and buried my face into his chest again.
“Don’t ever say that, that bastard is sick. It’s not yours, never yours…!” Matt kissed my forehead and began to rock me softly on his lap.
“Did he…” Matt swallowed thickly I could hear it, “Did he.. hurt you?”
“No.. he was about to, but Sean was faster and pushed him off me.”
“Thank god. I mean.. it’s still bad enough but..” Matt sighed.
“I know..”
“Come here, you need to rest a little, I will stay awake and guard you, don’t worry.” Matt helped me up and we moved to the bed.
“Will you.. can you hold me? I need your heat, I need your touch, Matt…!” I replied softly and Matt smiled a little.
“Of course, I will.” He pulled me against him and I felt a little safer in his arms, but still I knew that sleep wouldn’t find me tonight…

Johnny’s POV

I walked from Brian’s guestroom towards the front door, I thought I heard something, but what was it?
Was Brian wandering around ,cause he couldn’t sleep?
Because I know I couldn’t…
This whole situation was eating on my nervous…
Where was Matt?
Was he okay?
Was he really hurt?
Would we get him back?
When would the instructions arrive and could we really fulfill them?!

I walked to the front door and saw a small white envelops lying on the floor, did Brian forget to pick up his post?
Hm… I looked at the front… No name.
Back-
No name.
Oh shit!
“BRIAN!! ARIN!!!” I yelled and didn’t care if they got a heart attack.
Seconds later the guys came running towards me.
“What? What is? I was staring at my phone the entire time… Was someone on the door?” Brian looked around and I held the envelope up.
“What is it?”
“It lay here on the floor, someone must had slipped it underneath the door.” I told them.
“Nothing written on it?” Arin asked and took the envelope from my hands.
“Nothing.”
“Open it!” Brian said and looked nervous.
“We can’t just open it.” Arin said.
“Why not?” Brian asked.
“Because… I don’t know…” Arin shrugged his shoulders in uncertainty.
“These must be the instructions, open it.” I told him.
Arin ripped open the envelope and held a white sheet in hand and began to read:

“We have something you want and in exchange for that we want 5.000.000 Dollars in cash.
The money should be in black travel bags placed at the Best Western Hotel in HB.
Behind the main building on the far side is a concrete wall near the trash cans.
Place the bags next Monday at 9 pm behind them, make sure no one sees you and follows you.
No police,
No tricks
Or else…” Arin finished then held the letter towards us.
“Here is something written in handwriting, that is Matt’s right? And this must be from Caroline’s friend?” Arin asked.
Brian took the letter and studied it I leaned over to him.
“Damn, why does Matt have such a scrawl?” I looked at the writing.

“Guys, do what they say, we need your help. I’m okay. Get us out of”- here or hetel? He definitely has to work on his writing.
“fast – Matt”
I frowned, it was Matt’s writing, I looked at Brian, “Do you think what I think?”
Brian looked at me quizzically, “No, I don’t think so. What?”
“That’s a sign.”
“What sign?” Brian asked.
“Hotel… he meant hotel!” I said and held my finger to the here or hetel!
“Why would he write hotel? He just has a bad writing skill…” Brain shook his head.
I rolled my eyes, I bet he did that on purpose.
I read her handwriting, “Caroline, help me. I am not strong enough! Remember our worst holidays… this is even worse… Yours Alicia”

What does that mean? Worst holidays - this is even worse?!
We needed to contact Caroline and find out what this was about… I bet they meant to write us a small sign, but I couldn’t figure it out by now…

“Call Zacky, he needs to pick up Caroline tomorrow morning right away, we need to figure out what this message is about… and then we have to try and find a way to get the instructions done… or else?!”

Arin pulled his phone out and called Zack, he also seemed like he was waiting for our call, he agreed to send Caroline a message right away and would pick her up as soon as she was ready.
Maybe we will find a way to get our best friends back…!

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