Kidnapped | colby brock

chapter three

I sat there in silence for what felt like forever, my head spinning with thought. 'Something like that' repeating over and over in my head. What could he possibly be? I slapped my hands against my thighs and watched him stand up. The chain on his black ripped jeans jingled. I glanced at Mia to see if she was awake. He extended his hand and I swatted it away, standing up myself. Colby's eyes rolled and he made his way to the door, waving his hand for me to follow him. I was hesitant, slowly walking towards him. He was about to close the door until I slammed the palm of my hand against the cold metal door.

"If she wakes up, she's going to come looking for me," I mentioned.

Colby nodded in agreement, walking down old creaky and lopsided steps. I arched a brow and followed him down the stairs. The house was old, very run down like we were in a horror movie. I looked around, old red curtains hanging in front of big windows. The couches were old as well, springs coming out of them and pillows missing. That was until we got to the kitchen, it was almost brand new. Completely white with marble counter tops and an expensive crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. I walked to the fridge, opening the door and grabbing some milk. I placed it on the island and started searching around for some cereal. I found a box of fruit loops hidden in the pantry. When I turned around Colby already had a bowl placed on the island. I shook my head and made myself something to eat. I pulled out the bar stool chairs and sat down. I shovelled big spoonfuls of cereal into my mouth, milk running down my chin. Colby stated at me, gawking and mocking me with his blue eyes.

"You just made yourself a bowl of cereal," he said quietly.

"No shit, Sherlock," I said sarcastically.

"You're not scared?" He questioned, a puppy dog look on his face.

"Do I look scared? You're like a twig for god sakes head to the gym," I retorted.

Colby stood there in shock, blinking at me with disbelief written on his face. I finished the bowl of cereal and looked up at him, grinning with pleasure. He stood there in silence, gaping his mouth like a fish.

"You're unbelievable, I just kidnapped you. You had the nerve to talk back to me and eat cereal,"

I rolled my eyes and threw the bowl in the sink, leaning against the counter and folding my arms. I waited for him to say something else. What was I supposed to think? Colby sighed, running a hand through his hair and leaving the kitchen. I blinked, not sure if I was to follow him or stay put.

"Does that mean I follow you?" I asked in a high pitched tone.

"Usually of j walk away people follow," he muttered.

"Hey speak louder, I can't hear you,"

"Follow!" He yelled.

I snickered, "I'm not a dog. What're you gonna do? Put a leash on me and tell me to 'come',"

I heard his footsteps come to a halt and I rolled my eyes, following after him. I sighed, shoving my hands into the pocket of the hoodie. He gestures for me to sit down with a group of boys. I groaned loudly, plopping down on one of the old couches. I glared at him, wondering what he had to say now. He started explaining an assignment to the boys sitting around. Something about bars, murdering and luring. I rolled my eyes, mocking him every chance that I got.

"Cassidy will lure the guys in, and we'll kill them," Colby mentioned.

I arched a brow and chewed on my tongue, "I ain't luring anyone in for you. You want to murder them do it yourself,"

Colby looked up at the ceiling and huffed loudly, turning to me with his fists clenched. I smirked, crossing one leg over the other and folding my arms. His face turned red, I swear I could see the steam coming out of his ears. I giggled, looking down at my lap to hide the grin on my face.

"Man, you have your hands full," one guy with blonde haired said.

"She'll learn," Colby muttered.

"What did I tell you about muttering?" I snapped.

The group started laughing, immediately stopping when Colby shot them a glare. I grinned mischievously and folding my hands into my lap.

"What is your problem," he asked.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you kidnapped me. I can't find my cigarettes and of course, wait for it–you threw a bottle of gin at me," I snarled.

He groaned, slapping his palm against his forehead and walking over to me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up. I looked him in the eyes and stared at him, challenging him almost. His fists gripped my hair tightly as he glared at me. I swallowed thickly, catching the lump in the back of my throat.

"You want cigarettes, work for it," he snapped.

I arched a brow and kicked him in between the legs, grabbing his wrists and pinning them behind his back. He grunted, unable to move from his current position.

"Do not tell me what to do–"

"What is going on here?" Mia asked sleepily.

I let Colby go and shoved him towards the group, blinking at Mia. I had nothing more to say. I wasn't going to be bossed around by anyone, not even my own mother. I inhaled deeply and walked over to her, putting my hand on her shoulders to turn her around. The two of us walked back up to the room, closing the heavy door behind us. I sat on the bed, opening my mouth to explain everything that happened.

"We have to get out of here," I whispered.

"We'll sneak out whenever they leave," she mentioned.

I nodded, standing up and sitting beside her to talk about our plan to escape.