The next two months were arguably the longest of Kylie's entire life. It was complete and utter boredom. They'd dragged her across the world, refusing to tell her a single thing, and then locked her in a bedroom by herself and left her there, confusing the shit out of her. They fed her and checked up on her, meaning they wanted to keep her alive, but they hadn't kidnapped her for sex because no one had laid a hand on her, and they clearly weren't trying to ransom her because Peter was ridiculously rich. He'd pay whatever they demanded if it was money they wanted. So why they'd even bothered to kidnap her at all, she had no idea.
All she knew was that they'd locked her in a room by herself and had her to let her out and it was extremely awful. Not only because she was cut off from everyone but some guy named Rick who brought her food and shit, but because they'd cut her off the drugs as well. She hadn't had a single hit in two months.
At first, she'd been terrified of them, but she quickly came to realize they weren't trying to kill her or rape her, hell, they barely even touched her when she acted out. After that, it had been war. She'd tried crying, seduction, and fighting, and so far none of it had worked. Her most successful attempt had been waiting by the door with a heavy lamp in her hands and knocking Rick out cold with it, taking of. However, before she'd gotten very far, another guy she'd never seen before grabbed her and dragged her back to her room. After that, they'd removed anything that could possibly be used as a weapon from her room.
The withdrawals were the worst part though. There were nights where she wasn't even sure she'd survive them, and she'd lay in bed shaking, sweating, and sobbing, missing Tyler, wanting something in her system so badly, it made even laying there unbearable. She'd threatened suicide, but they'd just barred her windows and removed anything in her room that could be made into a noose as well as only let her use razors under supervision, which meant Rick sitting in her room reading magazines while she sat in the bathroom and shaved.
On top of the agonizing withdrawals, there were also the immense amounts of boredom and loneliness. There was absolutely nothing to do but wait and think about Tyler, and feel everything she'd been numbing with the drugs over the past year over and over again. She was alone all the time, to the point where, when Rick brought her food, she'd beg him to stay and do something as simple as smoke a cigarette with her while she ate because she hated being alone. It was utterly unbearable.
All she wanted was for Tyler to find her, but she'd given up on that. If he was still looking, he wasn't finding her. All she had left to do was wait until her kidnappers finally used her for whatever it was they were keeping her alive and so well-taken care of for, which made her nervous.
Kylie stood at the barred-off window, smoking a cigarette, wishing she could see Tyler again, though not knowing what she'd say to him if she could. Mentally she scoffed because honestly, if she ever saw him again, the first thing she'd probably do was beg him for a hit. With a sigh, Ky flicked her lighter on, watching the flame waver before tilting it forward, eyes transfixed on the little thing as it started to eat away the curtain. However, before it got to big, she blew it out and sighed, returning to her brooding and self loathing.
The next two months were exhausting to say the least. Louie forced him to look for Gracie day in and day out. He got almost no sleep, he he had only been home to see Chelsea a few days a week. Tyler, thankfully, had covered for them when it came to the kidnapping and they'd bought it, but that meant that the two of them had to become their loyal hound dogs and hunt the girls down.
It was probably the biggest test of his patience ever because Louie was impossible. When he wasn't sending him on false leads, he was yelling at him for not being able to find her and, when he wasn't dealing with Louie, he was on the phone with Gracie's guard, telling him how to deal with her bullshit, all the while missing Gracie like fucking crazy.
Every single day, all he wanted was to be with her, and it was hard to get through but he had to. One month had turned into two, but he'd understood the need to stay and ride it out as long as he could, because if he took off too soon, while Louie was still hell bent on finding them and accusing everyone from known rivals right down the the pool boy, it'd look suspicious. He had to wait until Louie was starting to feel a bit of hopelessness and all the crazy background checks and random, frustrated accusations were over.
But finally, he'd quit. He couldn't take it any longer and he needed to be with Gracie, so he'd gone home to Chels for a few weeks, calling Tyler to let him know he was out and ready whenever he was. He hadn't even told Chelsea anything. Only that Gracie and Kylie had been kidnapped, which, of course meant she badgered him almost as much as Louie did for news, but he couldn't risk someone like Bryan calling her and getting the truth out of her.
Finally, it was the night. He had to hop a plane to Vegas to meet Tyler and then they'd be on another soon, headed to the girls. Chelsea was at a friends studying for some test, and honestly, he felt bad that he'd have to pull her out of school, but he knew once she realized it was so he could be with Gracie, she'd be okay with it. She'd give her arm if it meant him and Gracie being together, he knew that. His bags were packed and by the door already, but at the moment, he was in Chelsea's room, throwing her shit in bags, waiting for her to get home so they could go.
For the past two months, Chelsea's brother had been distant. It had almost been like he was working for Bryan all over again, and it had been hard because some nights, when all she could think about was taking something, she needed him and he wasn't there. Still, he'd told her Gracie was missing, so this time at least she understood why he couldn't be around. He wasn't leaving her all the time because he was off killing people. He was trying to find Gracie.
So she did her best not to pester him about how often he was gone, stay in school, and keep away from drugs. She liked school, it was nice to have something normal to do. Something that kept her focused and her mind exercised. She'd always hated sitting around at Bryan's with nothing to do but drugs and drinking. She liked reading and doing homework, and she'd even tried out for cheerleading. It felt like she was actually able to have a semi normal life for the first time ever so, unlike ninety percent of the kids her age, she was grateful for school.
Whenever Matt was home though, she'd ask him if he had news of Gracie. She wanted her to be safe and found and she wanted her to be with her brother because that's what made him happy. She wanted so much for Matt it was ridiculous because he was always trying so hard for her, but she knew there was nothing she could do for him in return and it drove her nuts. The bet thing she could do was stay in school, take her medication appropriately, and give him one less thing to worry about.
She'd spent the Saturday at a friend Kelsie's house. The girl was a cheerleader, and kind of annoying, but Chelsea liked her because of how ridiculously normal her life was. She liked the simplicity of going to her house, studying for a test, doing each other's nails, listening to her petty adolescent drama, and eating diner with her brother and her parents. There was something calming about the fact that there were people out there so unbothered by they world that, when their boyfriend didn't text them back everything seemed to be falling apart. It was like borrowing someone's life for the day.
However, Matt had called in the middle of diner and demanded she get her ass home that instant so she knew whatever it was, it was urgent. Something Kelsie and her family probably couldn't even imagine happening. He definitely wasn't calling to discuss the latest Hollywood gossip or who did what in church last week.
So she'd gotten home right away only to find him throwing her shit frantically in a suitcase. "What the fuck?" She breathed, looking over the mess he'd made of her room and he just looked up at her and said they were leaving. "Yeah no shit, I'd like a little more than that please Matt." She'd spat and that was when he explained everything.
He hadn't even had to convince her. She'd helped him finish packing before driving with him to the airport and hopping the plane to Vegas to meet Tyler and, once they were finally pulling up to the house her brother had once shared with Tyler, she sighed and got out of the cab, looking it over. Looks like her life was back to being wild again.