Thunder

Chapter 1-PART 4

 

The car vibrated lightly, I felt myself come back to consciousness but I kept my eyes closed not wanting them to know I was awake. I could hear Darren muttering on the phone:

“Yeah, just keep observation, we might get her sooner than we think you never know.”

The car went over a ramp and jerked suddenly.

“Ow!” I exclaimed, snapping my eyes open, they all turned around and stared at me, Darren’s face quickly splitting into a wide grin.

I was in the back seat of the car, lying across three seats, the lower half of my legs resting against the guy who had grabbed me’s lap. My ankles were tightly bound and my wrists tied behind my back.

“Morning love,” Darren murmured leaning back to run his fingers across my cheek, I tried to squirm away from his touch but this only made him laugh.

He turned back around, and held something up so I could see it, “hmm,” he mused, “give Harry a quick call will we?”

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I drove up and down aimlessly, where had she gone?  I had been following them, okay that’s not a healthy sentence. I was trying to keep an eye on her so when Jamie was gone I could talk to her properly, but now? They were gone, disappeared, completely vanished. There was nothing else for it. I pulled into a parking space and got out of the car and into the rain. My phone buzzed:

Caller ID: Ashley

I rolled my eyes and hit ignore, I wasn’t in the mood for her to lecture me on the topic of January and me getting back together.

I anxiously rubbed the back of my neck, where was I going to start, it was late night inLondon, many party goers milling through the streets, all drunk and tripping over one each other to begin a night of regrets. I shoved my hands in my pockets and began pacing the streets ofLondon.

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“What are you doing?” Jamie asked me, I had been crying, mascara running down my face. Why was this happening to me? Again? “Come on,” he slurred, my legs were still sealed shut. He bit into my neck again. I cried out.

“Jamie, stop it!” I screamed, it was no use, he removed his hand from my legs and clamped it over my mouth.

“Shh,” he said, “you’re so hot.” He groaned.

****

“Jamie, stop it!” I heard a scream. It was her, it was January. Immediately I ran in the direction the cry had come from, my feet angrily splashing through puddles, I pushed through the throngs of onlookers.

“January!” I cried, my head looking around for her frantically, “January!” I roared at the top of my lungs. I stumbled into a lonely street. “January!” I called again, but the only response was the wind blowing my hair and the rain beating my back.

I caught the movement from the corner of my eye; two dark figures in an alleyway. One of them was pressing the other against a wall. It must be them, I walked quietly afraid if I made more noise it would spook whoever it was. It was Jamie. I squinted in the darkness.

January was against the wall, Jamie biting into her neck, almost like a vampire his hand was clamped across her mouth, and his body was trapping her hands against her own chest. The other hand had begun to try and push up the dress she was wearing, she was wriggling and squirming frantically, the moonlight reflected off her eyes for a split second and all I saw was terror, hopelessness, emptiness. Something inside me snapped.  I bolted down the alley and threw my whole weight on to him, throwing him off balance and forcing him down the alley. He stumbled slightly, regaining his balance.