A Little Bit of Trouble

Kidnapped?

The last thing I remember was walking home and meeting that one man. Wait! He was the one who injected me with something.

I'm so groggy I hardly can recall what happened but I do remember that. Then I realize, I'm in a bed, more of a cot, with my hands restrained, one of them is all patched up from when I cut it, and my clothes are more of a hospital type of gown. Who did this to me, and where am I! I can't believe that traitor! He called me a 'little girl' and treated me like a child when I fell.

I sit there, in the dark room, thinking about how to get out of this situation. Oh no! My parents are probably wondering where I am. I can't tell if it's day or night, but I'm guessing it's night because the blinds are closed and it seems to be dark.

All of sudden two people walk into the room. The man who I saw last night, and another guy, who looks to be around the same age. "Hey baby, your finally awake!" my 'kidnapper' says to me. I turn my head and roll my eyes. "Awe, is someone a little grumpy right now," he continues, "we have to get going on our road trip, it's already 8pm and we won't be there till at least 3, plus we have to get you changed."

Why does he keep calling me 'baby' and talking to me like a little kid. And where are we going that takes 7 hours! I don't want to be in a car that long! The other man comes around to the side of the bed that i'm facing and undoes my restraints. Thank goodness, those things were way to tight!

"Come on Juliette, let's go get changed!" the one who brought me here says. I'm just going to call him doofus until I figure out his name. I finally open mouth, "Where the heck are we going that takes so long we won't get there until 3 am!! And why do I need to change, I'm perfectly fine with what I'm wearing!" I cross my arms in a child-like way.

Doofus crouches down to my level while my legs are hanging off the side of the bed. "I want you too be comfy for our long drive, you can just sleep most of the way, and you'll find out where we are going, when we get there." He says in a nice, but stern way.

I get up and follow him to the bathroom, and he pulls out a big t-shirt, probably his, a sweatshirt, and a pair of black sweatpants. I have on panties and a sweat bra already so I don't have to worry about that. He pulls the hem of the gown I am wearing and I push his hands back, "I can do if myself!" I sort of yell which I regret when he raised his voice at me.

"Okay, first off, lose the attitude. I'm going to help you because little girls can't do things on there own. Come on it will be quick," doofus says. "I'm not a 'little girl', I'm 16! I can change my own clothes!" I reply back at him.

He ignores me and goes to lift up my gown. I don't want to argue with him because he's scary when he raises his voice and I don't want him to get more mad at me. Plus my hand kind of hurts, so I guess it would be nice. He lifts the shirt over my head and then helps me step into the sweats. He puts a sweatshirt on me that is at least three sizes too big, but at least it's comfy. "Sorry your clothes are too big, but we don't have any here that fit you so your just gonna have to borrow mine.  See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

I don't say anything back and he leads me back into the weird room I woke up in. He helps me put on some sneakers that look brand new and grabs something else out of a backpack that I couldn't quite see. "Let's go, we got a big trip ahead of us!" He exclaims. Why is he always so happy?

I fold my arms and don't get up to follow him. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me where we are going. I need to go home! Please let me go." I plead with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could give. "Nope, forget about your apartment, and I told you already that you'll see when we get there. Now let's go, we don't have time for you to throw a tantrum." He says with a frown on his face.

Doofus is so annoying. Why can't he just let me go home. My parents are probably so worried! And I hate how he referred to this as a 'tantrum'! I'm not five years old, I'm sixteen for pete's sake!

He grabs my hand and practically drags me across the floor. I guess I'll find out when we get there, but I'm not going anywhere without an explanation. Why me, out of all people. And why is doofus treating me like a child and not even telling me his name! Ugh, this is going to be a long night.