Katie's P.O.V.
"Nick? Nickolai? Are you ok?" I walked into the bunk area where Nick was. He immediately closed the book he was writing in. "Can you not call me that? Bad memories." "Sure. Whats wrong?" I sat down on the bunk across from him. "It's Sam. She.. she... she..." Then he started bawling. I moved next to him and he cried on my shoulder. "Shh. It's ok. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." "Sam. She broke up with me." "Oh, thats... thats... thats..." "What?" "Thats... Thats... thats... thats... thats..." "Katie?" "Thats bad." "Not nesassarily." "What do you mean? Your girlfriend of who-knows-how-long just broke up with you. How can it-" Nick silenced me with a kiss. When we parted, I said "Oh. Thats how its good." Then he kissed me again.
Nobody inparticular's P.O.V.
Brian walked back to see if Nick was ok and found him making out with Katie in his bunk. He walked up front and got the rest of the guys. When AJ saw them, he said "Yo, Nicky boy's gettin' lucky." Katie and Nick looked up at him and Nick threw a pillow at Brian. "What happened to-*slap*" Brian asked, before Kevin hit him upside the head and mumbled something inaudible.
Katie's P.O.V.
*~* THe Next Day*~*
It was Monday, and I had school. (A.N. THe bus stayed parked somewhere, I don't know where, but it stayed in town.) So I got up at 6:00 AM and got dressed. Most of my cuts and bruises had healed and I looked normal again, but I still put make-up over them to be sure no one could tell. No one noticed me getting ready because I was so quiet. No one even noticed me leaving. They were all still asleep as I left.
*At School, 2nd Period Biology*
I was sitting in class finishing my work when the office called me down to guidance. I expected that Nick or Kevin got worried about me and came to find me. When I got to the guidance office, I found my parents. I looked up at the guidance councilor and she said "Katie, Your parents are here to take you out early. THey tell me that they got word that your grandmother passed away right after you left this morning, and you have to leave for Montana right away. If you would go get your things from your locker, I'll notify the rest of your teachers for today and get your school work. And if you would like to talk about your feelings, you can talk to me." I knew that my parents were probably lieing, but I wasn't sure. I went to my locker and took all of my books. I put on my coat and prayed that, if my parents were lying, that nick found the paper with my e-mail on it. I met my parents in the lobby and after they signed me out, we went out to their old Volkswagon, and they opened the trunk door (AN: Ya know, some of the older Volkswagons have the seats along the sides in the back and the trunk opens like a regular door: sideways) and shoved me into the back. They slammed the door shut and locked it. My father got into the driver's seat and my mother sat in the passenger side seat. My father started the car and we revved out of the parking lot. At the first red light, he turned around and said "I can not believe you!!! How could you run away and not contact us all weekend. YOur mother was worried sick about you. Thank God I thought to come to school to look for you. You were probably in your little friend, Nick's, bus. Don't think I didn't think about that. I tried to come in to get you, too. But that large black man wouldn't let me anywhere near the bus. You are going to be so sorry. And you're never going to see your precious little Nicky ever again. Get down. I don't want anyone to see you. You're so ugly its embarassing. And put the blanket over you so if anyone looks in the window they don't see you. No one would want to see you. It would make them sick." Then the light turned green so my father turned around and drove back to the house.
After we got in the house, my father told me to go wait down in the basement. I could tell my mother was so wasted that she couldn't do anything. She just passed out on the floor the minute we walked in the door, considering that all of the furniture was gone. There was nothing in the basement except the bar and bar stools. I sat on a stool and waited. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew, my father had grabbed me by my shirt collar and was holding me an inch off the ground shaking me and screaming. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING??? LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO YOUR MOTHER!!!" He threw me across the room and I hit the wall and fell to the floor. "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HAD NEVER BEEN BORN, YOUR MOTHER WOULDN'T BE LIKE THIS!!!" He crossed the room and picked me up by my shirt collar and slammed me into the wall over and over. Then he threw me across the room and I hit my head on the corner of the bar and everything went black.
Nicks P.O.V.
I looked over next to me. I had fallen asleep crying on Katie's shoulder. She wasn't there. I looked at the digital clock next to me. 10:15. SHe wasn't usually up until 11. Wait. Its Monday. She couldn't have gone to school. I lookes over where she had put her stuff. Her bookbag was missing. 'Damn! Thats the first place her parents would look for her! Is she really that stupid?' I got dressed and put on a baseball cap and sunglasses. Then, as I ran towards the front of the bus, I tripped over something, but I didn't look back to see what. I ran straight to the highschool and into the office. "Where's Katie Schwartz?" I demanded. The woman looked up, "I'm sorry, that information can not be dispensed." I glanced down at the counter and saw her name on a list. The early sign-out list!!! 9:15 she was signed out. 'Damn! Her dad signed her out!' I ran out of the school and straight to her house. I banged on the door and no one answered, so I looked in the window. Everything was gone.
Katie's P.O.V.
When I woke up, I felt my arms tied together. And I was sitting up. What the hell? I was tied to the headboard of a bed. I opened my eyes and instantly could tell I was in a hotel. It was the cheesy oranges and pinks on the wall. I felt something warm run down my face. Blood. Probably from when I hit my head on the bar. I wiped my cheek on my shoulder. I couldn't tell if anyone was in the room. I didn't hear anyone, and the bathroom door was open with the light off, but you could never tell with my parents. I had to think.--What was Nick's Cell Number?????-- Hmmm. I had to think. The ropes were thick. At least an inch diameter. Easy to slip my wrists out of if it wasn't too tight. Shit! Someone's opening the door!! I put my head back down on my shoulder and faked sleep. But it was too late. I'd forgotted I'd wiped the blood off my face and it was smeared. "You're awake!" My father bellowed, drunk. I glanced up at him just at he punched me in the face. Thank god he wasn't wearing rings. "Do you know how hard it is to carry you up here?" He backhanded me knocking my head into the headboard. Then he got up and left the hotel room.
When he didnt return after a minute, I had remembered Nicks number, and I figured he wouldn't be back for a while. I tried to slip my arms out of the ropes, but I could only get one out. I reached over to the phone and pulled it over to where I could reach. I dialed Nicks number. It rang and rang and rang. Then someone picked up. "Hello?" It was a girls voice. "Uh... Hi... is... uh, Nick there?" "Sure... who should I tell him is calling?" "Tell him Katia." "Katia... OK. Hold on a sec."
Who the hell was that????? A couple seconds, an out of breath Nick picked up the phone. "Hi, Who's Katia?" "Nikolai? Why are you out of breath?" "Katie?????" "You guessed it. Why are you out of breath??" "Me and the guys were in rehersal." "Who was that girl?" "One of the wardrobe girls. She heard my phone ringing in my duffle bag and she answered it for me." "oh." "So, where are you?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" "Uh, let me check" I looked down at the phone. It said the Florida Key Motel (A.N. This is not a real hotel, at least I don't think it is). "The Florida Key Motel. I don't know what room though." "Thats not to far from here. Only about an hour. I've stayed there. I'm coming to get you." Just then the door open. "Hurry! AHHHH!-"
Nick's P.O.V.
The phone went dead. "Shit!"
