*ive not found a girl that I envision playing this role, but ill post her when I find her. And above is Nick Howard, Jordan's roommate. This is Dylan S. from the lovely, Sweet life of Zack And Cody. Thanks for reading! xo, Christi*
(Previously)
The screen flashes with a number on it and I answer. "H-hello?" I ask. An unfamiliar deep voice that gives me chills, answers from within the phone. I wasn't prepared for what it said.
"Hello Jordan." The voice slyly says through the phone.
"Who is this? Nick, Vance, I sware if this is you guys you're dead meat." I say back.
"No, but your roommates won't be returning home tonight. Or any night if you fail to follow my orders. And if you do fail, poor Jordan will have committed suicide." The deep voice threatens.
"Who the hell is this? Fuck you. No way you'll hurt them. But if you do, I'll fucking kill you I sware."
"Watch yourself Jordan. Don't assume I don't know your family and that I will not hurt all of them."
"Wha-What do you want? What did I do?"
"The pretty girl you were talking to at the party?"
"Cecilia." I respond.
"Yes. Take her."
"What? You mean like... Kiddnap her? Hell no! What the fuck?"
"You will do more than just that. But the fun parts come later." The voice says enjoyingly.
"You... Cant... ma-make me... do this!" I stutter.
A few sounds are made from the phone until I hear another voice. A familiar one. Nick.
"Jordan please! He'll kill us both you have to! Find the girl and do whatever he says! Please man you can't let him kill us! He'll kill y-"
Nicks voice is again muffled from whatever the person has covered his mouth with, and the deep voice returns to the phone.
"You have a week to get close enough to the girl. If you can't fufill that task in a week, Gabby gets a ride home from school." The voice says to me.
My eyes go wide at the words the deep voice has just vocalized. My little sister. He's going to take my little sister!
"Screw you!" I shout boldly into the phone. "So help me God if you fucking put a finger or even come near my little sister I'll fucking-" the voice interupts me.
"You'll do what?..." the voice chuckles. "We'll stay in touch. Goodbye Jordan." The voice says slowly.
The person on the other side of the phone hangs up. I'm now standing in the middle of my bedroom shaking.
Fuck. Man up J. I run to my drawer and put my clothes on. I quickly grab my keys and run out of the door. My head is realing with all that has happened wihin the last hour. Everything I care for suddenly disappeared. I can feel the warm water on my face as tears fall from my eyes. Then, my head starts to hurt, and I get dizzy. I start to lose control of the wheel. What's happening to me? My eyes become blurry and I began to swirve in and put of lanes.
Mempories fiercely flash through my mind from 14 years ago when my mom lost her mind right in front of me. Screaming, crying, breaking things and unusual behavior. Who knows which person was at the surface at the time. I remember sitting in the corner crying out for my mommy to stop scaring me. That night was such a blur until now. The neighbors heard the noise and busted in when they heard me screaming for help and that my mommy wasn't being herself. She spent 10 years in the physchiatric hospital. She killed herself 3 three years later. Leaving my father and I alone.
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A Fine Line
Romance"W-what, mak-makes someone insane-e?" He gurgles out. I furrow my eyebrows at him, and he answers his own riddle. "Th-they don't kn-ow the fine line between what's real, and wh-ats not." he chokes. "We all go a little, insane sometimes... Some of us...
