Rich Boy Problems

Chapter 7 Where are we going?

Jessica's P.O.V.

I don't know how long we drive for, but I can't stop thinking about Ivy. She's my best friend, or as far as I know was. No I can't think that way, I just got kidnaped, and I have to stay positive. That's when it sinks in; I've actually been kidnaped. Not just the whole school this time, just Jake and me. I still need to stay positive, if anything. Oh, who am I kidding, at the moment I'm just trying to hold back the tears. They shot my best friend!

Soon I feel the truck start to slow down, and stop. I hear the doors being open, and the blindfold is taken off. "You hungry?" the guy asks. I nod my head yes. Just go with it, just do as they say. "Okay, but you have to behave yourself."

"So in other words," the other guy says, "if you don't, we're one phone call away from your brother's death, and we'd have to kill everyone that heard you, then everyone that saw us. That wouldn't be very fun now would it?" I look at him; he honestly doesn't look that much older than me.

"Understand?" I nod my head again.

He takes off the handcuffs and takes rag out of my mouth. I sit up and look out the window, it's dark out and I have no idea where we are. I look at the clock that says ten, at night. It has been almost four hours since I was taken.

I watch as we pull into a McDonald's. One of the guys opens the door and I get out. "Okay, now you two need to act like you like each other." The younger guy grabs my hand. I look up at him. He's the guy with the green eyes. I jerk away ripping my hand from his grip. I remember what he said that made me freeze up.

"What's got you spooked Kitten?" he asks looking around and the grabbing my hand again.

We walk in and go towards the restrooms. "You have two minutes to go and get back out here, before we come in." the older guy tells me. I go in and after I find there aren't any windows I wash my hands and go back out.

He grabs my hand again and we get in line where he snakes his arm around my waist. "What do you want Kitten? You can have anything." I look up at the menu.

"A number twelve, please." I whisper softly looking around.

After we get the food and go back to the truck. I get in and get handed my food. "How much longer do we have to go?" the younger guy asks.

"Two to three hours more." The other one says.

I want to ask where we're going, but decide that it's probably better to keep my mouth shut. "Hear that Kitten?" I look at the younger guy, who's talking to me. "It's going to be a long ride, so get comfy." I just stare at my food, and try to hold back the tears. Why us? Why my school, why not some other school? I mean I could be at home right now, comfy in my pajamas, messing around with my brothers. I wonder if my dad even came home to see what happened?

Soon I'm done with my food and the younger guy notices. "She's done." I hear him say. Now what are they planning? He pulls the truck over to the side of the road and opens the door. "Lie down again." He says.

He puts the cloth in my mouth, then the handcuffs, and finally the cloth over my eyes.

At this point I don't care anymore and cry. It's not like they're going to see the tears anyway. They'll soak into the cloth.

Ashton's P.O.V.

Ivy wakes up about a half an hour later. I go in and talk to her when her parents go to get food. "Hey, how you feeling?" I ask walking in.