Pressure | m.h

C H A P T E R 3 - First Attempt

"Alright, girly, time to wake up," I heard someone say as my body suddenly gets jerked upward and into a sitting position.

I groaned and open my eyes, my mind not yet processing what was happening as I feel myself get yanked out of the car.

I'm met by a grinning guy with brown hair, whose face seemed familiar but whose name I still could not remember.

I blinked groggily and yawned, noticing how dark it was now that the moon was high in the sky and the sun was nowhere to be seen.

"Where the hell are we?" I asked, letting myself get pulled away toward a dodgy looking motel.

"Some motel we found," the guy shrugged opening the door before all but shoving me inside.

I flinched as the light suddenly gets switched on and almost blinded me, "Yeah, thanks, because I didn't already figure that one out, dipshit."

He snorted and grabbed hold of my elbow again which caused me to yank my arm away and send him a death glare, "Do not manhandle me."

For a moment he just stood there and stared at me, an eyebrow raised in complete amusement before he let his lip twitch slightly. "Man have you grown since I last saw you, Lil."

My brow furrowed.

I stared harder.

"Georgey?" I asked, mouth dropping open and my eyes going wide in surprise the second he allowed himself to smirk in affirmation. "Holy shit."

He laughed at my reaction and locked the front door before heading into the kitchen by our left, "holy shit, indeed," he agreed opening up the small fridge in the corner that looked like it was suspiciously rotting, and pulling out a can of alcohol that must have been forgotten and left by the previous people. "Beer?" he offered raising an eyebrow at me as I continued to stand there in complete and utter shock.

This was Georgey! The guy who used to sneak me into parties and bash up bullies with Matty for me!

I shook my head, not yet wanting to believe it considering the last time I had seen him he was short, awkward and had curly hair that reached his shoulders but now was tall, had shorter, lighter hair and had an aura of confidence around him.

He shrugged and opened the can, "Your loss," he muttered before tipping his head back and taking huge gulps.

I swallowed, "Where's Matt?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

I gritted my teeth and looked away, instead choosing to take in the tiny room that had the bedroom, lounge and kitchen connected, the only thing closed off by a door being the bathroom that was probably even smaller than the tiny kitchen.

"Don't even bother, Lily, the only way out of here is through the front door and the only person who has the key, is me," George all but sang from somewhere behind me as I stepped into the lounge, in front of the brown and smelly couch that made me cringe, to stare outside a window that had blinds which were falling apart.

Someone knocked on the door sharply and George's eyes meet mine before he tells me to get out of view, only to find that I wouldn't listen before he grabbed me roughly by the bicep and yanked me down onto the couch before I could even blink.

He grabbed a gun from the back of jeans before looking through the peephole in the door and putting it away again, grabbing the key to open the door and letting in an annoyed looking Matthew.

His eyes meet mine immediately considering I had stood up the second my butt touched the old and foul-smelling couch, gaze going from annoyed, to angry. "I thought I told you to tie her up," Matt snapped moving toward me.