Tangled Love

Jakes POV -

"What do you mean, she's not here?" I ask harshly, pushing the door back and storming inside Trish's house. I make my way to the living room and push open the door searching for Emily.

"Where is she Trish?" I ask, my voice rising slightly. Trish backs away from me, her eyes wide with fear. I mentally roll my own at her reaction, everyone is always so scared of the boy with a reputation. As if I would ever lay hands on a female, I'm not a complete heartless thug.

"I'm not going to hurt you, just tell me where she is." I say firmly, my patience running low.

"I don't know where she is, we never even met after college! Honestly Jake, I don't know." Trish pleads with me and I know from the look in her eyes that she's telling me the truth.

Emily lied to me.

I grit my teeth and storm out, slamming the front door behind me. I can't believe Emily lied to me, she's been gone for hours.

I storm off in the opposite direction, heading for a house I never want to visit again. I push my way through the rubbish and pound on the front door. When I get no answer I knock again, bouncing on the heels of my trainers in an effort to keep me warm. As each hour passes into the night, the air became colder and harsher and my jacket isn't enough to keep me warm. The front door swings open and I come face to face with Emily's mum. The resemblance between her and her daughter is almost scary. Long dark hair, tanned skin and large brown eyes. I'm first one to break the silence between us.

"Sorry to interrupt you Mrs . . ." I wonder off, waiting for her to confirm her name. She closes the door over a little, protecting herself from me and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes once again.

says quietly before staring me down once again. I realise she's taken Trevor's last name. Imagine sharing a last name with that waste of space,

I ask quickly. The look on her face as I

living with you. Goodness knows where she's ran off to now, she's always been trouble." Mrs Cole replies, shaking her head disappointingly. Her words turn

a better

much trouble can she be when your husband was beating her so she

its hinges. I grit my teeth and walk away, pulling my phone out of my pocket. He's my last hope and I pray he knows where she is. I dial the number and wait for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

voice is as smooth and deep

reply, leaning against a brick wall at the end of the street. I kick

isn't she?"

His tone dull and uninterested. I stand up straighter, clutching onto the phone tighter.

I snap back at him, the anger inside of me ready

. Jones has her. That's why I didn't tell you. The girl is probably dead by now." 

heart physically fall to the pit of my stomach. An emotion I'm not accustomed to feeling washes over me and I realise

scared. Scared that I'll never see her again. I pace up and down the sidewalk, tugging at my hair with my free hand. My blood runs cold knowing Jones has her, he finally got what he wanted.

Did he do this to get back at me or

not, how does he

My mind buzzes and I feel the need to hit something or someone stronger than I ever have