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Blair's POV
Sitting in the corner was a brutally beaten up Elle...A piercing scream rips out of my throat as I take in the sight in front of me.
Why would they do this?
How did they find her?
For how long has she been here?
Several questions runs through my head but I know nows not the time to get answers. I only have until they come back and I don't know how long that is.
Elle whimpers. Her eyes are closed and a trail blood runs down her nostrils.
I race out of the basement to dad's room. Luckily, it's not locked. I search; careful not to displace anything that obvious, for my phone. Finding it, I run into the bathroom to grab the supplies to patch Elle up as I dial the number of my last hope.
Racing back into the basement, I begin the ritual I've preformed more times than I can count on both fingers and toes. The call is answered finally answered.
