Rich Boy Problems

Chapter 8 Guilt

Jessica's P.O.V.

I don't know how long we drive for, but we finally stop. I hear the door open and the blindfold is taken off as he pulls me out of the truck. I'm taken by surprise when the wind slaps me hard with the cold. Why didn't I listen to Ashton and wear a coat? It's so cold.

I look over to see a plane and someone that looks to be Jake. "Come on." The guy mutters pushing me towards them. Over there I stand by Jake.

"Why are there two of them?" Some guy asks, "He only wanted the boy."

"It's been dealt with." Some other guy says. I just keep my eyes on Jake, trying to keep my breathing even.

I focus on Jake until a man comes over and looks at me. "Aw...look at this one, she's been crying. Her eyes are all read and puffy." I look at the ground, not liking the attention.

He takes out his phone and shines the light in my face. "Oh look, she really has been crying." He laughs. I just keep looking at the ground.

The younger guy starts to talk, "Come on, can we go? The longer we stand here, the longer we're exposed."

"Yeah, let's go."

"Come on Kitten." He whispers in my ear, pushing me on to the plane. He sits me down next to Jake, and puts our seatbelts on us. "Can I trust you two not to scream of I take the gags off? Not that anyone would hear you if you did." We both nod our heads. He takes them off, and then leaves.

"Are you okay?" he whispers.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I say. He looks at me with guilt written all over his face.

"I'm sorry I got you into this."

"It's not your fault, don't start blaming yourself. Whatever they want us for it's probably out of our control."

"No I-"

"No! If it's anyone's fault that I'm here, it's mine. I heard a noise and went looking. It's not your fault it's mine, I went looking for trouble." He can't balm himself, it wasn't his fault.

I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as the plane begins to move. "Where do you think they're taking us?" I ask.

"No idea." he says. Who knows where they're taking is? I mean they can take us anywhere they want to.

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After a while the guy comes back with the gags. We must be landing soon. He tries to put one on me, but I keep moving my head. He sighs and it almost looks like he has a look of regret in his eyes. "Come on Kitten, let's not make this any harder than it needs to be."

"What? You want me to corporate? You kidnapped me and you want me to corporate?" I ask shocked.

"You think I want to be here doing this?" he asks. "And if you don't want to corporates, we have ways of forcing you to do what we want." Wait, what? Then why are we here? He takes my silence as a chance to out the gag on me and then on Jake without any protest from him.

After a while I lay my head on Jake's shoulder. I'm so tired. I want to sleep, but I have a feeling that, that's not a good idea.

Soon the plane touches down and I see the young guy start to come over here. "I love you Jake." I mumble through the gag.

"I love you too Jessica." he mumbles against his. The young guy comes over and undoes my seatbelt. "Come on Kitten." He says as someone does the same thing to Jake.

Suddenly I stumble forward, as the guy behind me pushes me and lets go.

I turn around to see that Jake kicked him, in the knees. Another guy slaps him, sending him to the floor, hitting his head on the seat in the process.

Try to go over to him but someone holds me back. I watch as Jake tries to get up, but as he gets up someone kicks him in the stomach and he falls again.

"Jake!" I scream through the gag as I'm dragged off the plane.

"Get her in the truck, and shut her up." The older guy says handing me off to the younger one.

I resist getting in the truck but the guy is way stronger than me. "Calm down kitten." He whispers in my ear. That only makes me madder.

Soon he takes off my gag, but quickly puts another one over my mouth and nose, while putting his other arm around me, so I can't move. I hold my breath, not wanting to pass out from the drug, but then I realize that I'll pass out either way. I take my elbow the best I can and elbow his stomach; he takes a sharp intake of breath, but doesn't remove the gag.

"Come on kitten, you need to breath."

"It doesn't matter if she breaths or not," the older guy says. "She's going to pass out either way."

I can't hold my breath any longer so against my own will, I breathe. "That's a good girl, just keep breathing." He whispers in my ear. After that I doesn't take very long before everything goes back.

Ashton's P.O.V

A while after Ivy wakes up, I go home promising that I'll come back tomorrow.

At home I stop and get the mail, but I only find one piece of paper. I read it, and then take it to Mom and Dad as fast as I can. It says three things:

Don't contact the police

Contact the police they die

We'll contact you

"It's just a plain piece of paper, no postmark or anything." I say.

"Wait, does that, mean they know where we live?" Cole asks.

"Calm down you two." Dad says. "Let me see it." I hand it to him. "It seems that Cole's right. It looks like they know where we live."

"That's not creepy at all." I mutter under my breath.