Follow Me |e.d.|

chapter three

-Blair pov-

Bryce Andrew Conway.

He's been my best friend since birth, literally.

Bryce was born 4 minutes and 37 seconds before me, making him the older twin.

But it always felt like I was the oldest.

Especially when my mom died.

She always wanted to have more kids, but a couple years after she had us she got cancer. She fought for years.

But in the end it took her from us.

That was 6 years ago. We were 11.

My dad couldn't live without her. He lost his job and became an alcoholic.

Leaving Bryce and I to fend for ourselves.

A couple years ago we went really down on our luck, the money our mom left us ran out and our dad didn't even try to get a job anymore.

That's when Bryce became involved in the gangs.

I knew it would eventually end badly.

I sniffed back my tears. I've been in this small room for hours with just my thoughts and it's killing me.

I will not cry.

The worst part about this whole thing is that the guy who was in here earlier was very attractive. But when I looked into his eyes all I saw was sadness. It made me almost want to give him a big hug.

Almost.

"Can I please be let out? Or have my hands untied? Or maybe some water?" I said aloud.

As if on cue, the door opened.

I stiffened, I really didn't want to have another conversation with my kidnappers.

I looked up expecting to see the same guy from before but it was someone else. He had brown hair and tattoos up and down his arms.

He smirked. "Well hello."

I internally flinched, this guy gave me bad vibes.

He leaned down and untied the ropes around my ankles. Then he walked around me and untied my hands.

I sat still. I could feel him breathing in my ear.

"Come with me, sweetheart." He whispered.

I slowly stood up, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room and down a hallway. He led me into a room and pointed at a barstool next to an counter.

I sat down and looked around the room, a kitchen.

He walked around to the other side of the island and placed his hands on the counter, staring at me.

I looked away, his glare made my uncomfortable.

He suddenly started laughing. "Shy, I like it."

He licked his lips.

I felt the back of my neck get hot, now I was very uncomfortable.

He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle. He tossed it to me, I caught it, and just held it in my hands, unsure what to do.

He smirked. "Go ahead, drink it."

I took a few sips, he continued to watch me.

I took a deep breath, pushing away my anxiety and fear. "Where am I?"

He smiled. "Well you're here, sitting in the wear-house kitchen, with me."

"And who are you?"

He smiled wider, it looked forced and unnatural. "I'm Jace."

I frowned. "That's it?"

"Well what do you want me to say...Blair?"

He said my name slowly, as if he was savoring it. I shivered.

I sat up. "For starters why am I here?"

He scoffed. "You're here because of Bryce."

"Bryce? What does Bryce have to do with me being kidnapped!?"

I was angry, these people shouldn't just throw around my twin brother's name like he's a bad person—like he wants me to be here.

Jace looked, he eyes clouded with anger. "Bryce, he did something unforgettable to us, and now you both have to pay."

My confidence grew, and the fear fell away. "Why do I have to pay for his mistakes! And it couldn't have been that bad he—."

Jace held his hand up, signaling for me to stop. "That's a conversation for another time, now let's go meet the others."

He pulled me out of the kitchen and down a few hallways. We finally stopped at a set of double doors.

He gave me a smirk and pushed open the doors with both of his hands. We walked into a big room lined with windows and filled with assorted furniture and lots of people.

He turned back toward me, raised both of his hands as if he was about to give me a big hug and said, "Welcome to Xenon Blair."