I Won't Call You Daddy Part 1

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Chapter 25

Spencer's POV.

"The funny thing about all of this is I don't really have too many threats against me at the moment. I mean I know there are people out to get me, but its actually been kind of quiet lately. I just have no clue on who would have taken her." I said sitting in her kitchen with Josh. I was feeling lost and very angry. "All I know is whoever did this is going to die," I said with rage.

"Well you need to try and calm down, Dimitri and his men are on their way here now. They will find her Spencer. This is why you do what it is you do." Josh said. I felt only a slight comfort from his words, but my mind was only to focus on what was happening to Page. God only knows what this person is doing to her. I was going out of my mind with the thoughts of pain she was going through. Please stay strong baby. I kept saying over and over again to myself.

Page's POV,

I opened my eyes and felt an overwhelming sense of pain in my head. I could feel the dried blood on the side of my face and my eye just wouldn't focus. I could hear voices around me, but I couldn't make out who they were. "She needs a doctor. I hit her too hard." The unknown male voice said.

"I don't think you hit her hard enough." The unknown female voice said. I blacked out once again. I'm guessing it wasn't long when I awoke again. I tried to focus once again at my surroundings. My head wasn't pounding as bad, but I still felt like crap. My eyes focused and I was in a large bedroom. It wasn't what you would think you would end up in if you were kidnapped. The room was very nice and cool. The windows looked like they were blacked out, but other than that. The room was very nice. There were two doors in the room. Both of them were closed and I was alone in the room. I tried to set myself up and move myself to the side of the bed. It was hard, but I did it. I sat on the side of the bed for a moment. Waiting for the room to stop spinning. It did and I got up. I had to grab a hold of the dresser because I was a little wobbly.

I tried to open the bigger door first, but it was locked. I then made my way over to the other door and it opened to a bathroom. I walked in and went straight over to the mirror. I was no longer in the dress or shoes I had been wearing. I was in a simple nightgown and I had blood all down the side of my head. My left eye was all red and I could tell the blood vessels broke. Other than that I was okay. I found a washcloth and started to clean up the blood on my head and face. I had a pretty bad gash on the side of my head and it was worrying me. I cleaned it all up the best I could. I even made it bleed again some. Once I felt like there wasn't much more I could do. I went back out to the bed. I sat down because I felt tired again. I took a good look around the room and that's when I realized there were cameras on the roof pointing in all directions.

Someone was watching my every move. "Whoever is out there, please I need some water." I said out loud. With in two minutes the big door opened up and a figure came walking in. I didn't move or say a word. It sat a tray down on top of the dresser and walked right back out. I heard the door lock. I took a deep breath. I got back up and walked over to the try. There were three water bottles, a bottle of pain pills and what looked like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I wasn't hungry at all, but I took some of the pills and water. The bottle of pills was new so I wasn't worried about taking them. Besides it was just Tylenol. I didn't argue or start to through a fight. Or demand answers at that moment. I just laid back down and fell back asleep.

Hours later I awoke again. I was feeling a lot better then before. I sat up and had to use the bathroom. That's when I felt the sting of fear in my heart. The moments leading up to me blacking out started to play in my head. I know what I saw. I know who I saw, but was it real? Why would she do something like this? Was she alive? What did I ever do to her that she would go to these lengths? I got up and went back to the bedroom. "Mom?" I called out. "Mom?" I said again. I waited and then I heard the door start to open again. I turned and there she stood. My mother was actually alive. She just stood there not saying a word. "Mom, what the hell is going on?" I asked her. She just stood there and crossed her arms. "How are you alive?" I said.

"Are you disappointed?" She said in a low harsh voice. I didn't even know what to say. I just looked at her. "I always knew you were nothing but a money grabbing whore." She said still not moving.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her.

"I know you and Spencer have been fucking." She spit out. What could I say. It was true, Spencer and I are together, but nothing happened with us till after she died.

"So is this why you hurt me and took me? because your upset about Spencer? Don't you think all of this is a little to much over a man? A man I know for a fact you don't care about." I snapped right back at her. The facial expression she made was actually intimidating. I sat back a little.

"How the fuck would you know how I feel about anything?" She said. I just shook my head.

"Besides MOTHER, I didn't do anything with Spencer till after you died." I snapped. I couldn't believe I was even having this conversation. She just looked at me.

"It don't matter now. You think your so fucking special that I did all of this just because your fucking him? Please, Do you even know what that man is worth?" She said.

"Oh my god. This is all about money mom? REALLY!" I yelled. "What does taking me have anything to do with his money?" I said. She just stood there with a smile on her face.

"Oh sweetheart, you'll see." She said and with that she turned and left the room locking the door behind her. I'm so confused and I just don't know what she is up to. My heart started to ache for Spencer. If she went this far and did this to me. What the hell was she going to do to him? I hope he had good protection like he said. I had no concept of time. I didn't know just how long I had been there. Spencer must be going out of his mind. I felt the tears start to fill my eyes as I heard the door start to open again. I turned and my mouth fell open. There standing at the door with a shameful look on his face was Mr. Clark.

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