Scream Queen Outtakes

Here are a few UNEDITED outtakes from my story Scream Queen! I hope you guys enjoy! 

These first few outtakes are EPOV of when Bella was missing. 

Outtake #1

I can’t begin to describe what it was like to find that empty hotel room. It took a moment for my mind to comprehend what I was looking at due to my state of shock. I stared and stared, as if she would appear at any moment. But all I saw was an empty wheelchair--an empty room. Numbly, I had reached for my phone and called the police, although, my gut told me that I was too late--that, that maniac had her and there was nothing I could do about it. At least, not yet.

It’s been a day since I last saw her, and I’m growing weary. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t think about anything other than her. My eyes constantly search for her, while my mind knows she can’t find me. Hell, she can’t even walk and can barely go to the bathroom on her own. This is bad, Edward. This is so fucking bad. The police are making me antsy. It’s been over 24 hours and they don’t have a single lead. Not a shred of evidence they can work with. Whoever took her, knew what they were doing, and that fucking sickens me. No wonder they could play this game for so long… they’re a clean monster. A monster with seemingly no chance of getting caught.

I need to be out there looking for her myself. Waiting for the police to act isn’t cutting it for me. I want to get her back right fucking now, but I don’t have the faintest clue where to look. They couldn’t have taken her that far, but it would be like searching for a needle in a haystack, nonetheless. What if she’s close, though? What if they took her right down the road or something like that? What if she’s just right under our fucking noses?

Fuck! 26 hours is far too long for her to be away. 26 fucking hours. I don’t even want to imagine what they could’ve done to her in that amount of time. She could be suffering, she could be screaming my name as she cries for help… God, the thought makes me fucking shiver. They’ve taken her and she can barely move… what if she can’t defend herself? Not my Bella. She’s a fucking fighter. She’s all right. She has to be. I have so much fucking faith in her. Perhaps too much faith at times, but I can’t help myself. She’s proven to be a fucking warrior time and time again. She’s gone through so much. She was attacked and violated by a man who’s stalked her ever since. She’s been suffering from PTSD for months and she’s dealt with it like a fucking champ. I know she feels weak, but I’m in complete awe of her. Her strength is one of the things I love most about her.

I clench my mouth shut and suppress a sob as it courses through me. I love her so much and she’s gone. She’ll come back. She has to. If we do find her alive, will she ever be the same again? Will she hate me for my inability to save her? Will she be anything like her old self? Before I know what I’m doing, I’m grabbing my keys and heading outside to my car. I need to find her.

I sneak away from the cops who are shaked up in the hotel room besides mine and head to the elevator. I’m practically fucking shaking as I wait for it to open, and when it does, I nearly push a couple to the ground who are exiting as I get on and press “close door” before pressing the button before the first floor of the hotel. I’m jumpy as fuck as the elevator descends to the first floor, and practically knock another couple done as I sprint out of the lobby and through the front door. I’m parked nearby, and I throw myself into my car as if I know where I’m heading. Of course, this adrenaline will wear off soon after I drive aimlessly for a few hours, but I’m going to utilize it while it lasts.

I blare my radio as I pull out of the parking lot, hoping to clear my head a little bit as I begin my search. It doesn’t take long for me to realize how fucked up this all is. My search will consist of jack shit. What am I supposed to look for? What am I supposed to expect? God fucking shining a light down from the heaven directing me to which house she’s in? That is, if she’s in a house at all. I try to stifle negativity, but I can’t get over how useless I feel.

After three hours of driving around I feel fucking exhausted, and I’m no closer to finding Bella. Tears prick my eyes but I keep them at bay. I can’t fucking cry right now. I don’t have time. Besides, she’s still out there. I’m sure of it. She has to be. A world without Bella is not a world I want to fucking live in. She’s the light of my life and without her, everything would be so dreary, so depressing, and so incredibly pointless. I plan to start a life with her, so she can’t be gone. She just fucking can’t be. I’ll find you, Bella. I close my eyes for a moment as I sit at a red light, making a silent vow. I’ll find you and bring you home.