𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗗𝗔𝗬, 𝟮𝟰/𝟳

Chapter 20

  "You came back for me," I said to JJ.

"Yeah, no shit," he mumbled, but I secretly smiled to myself. He'd come back for me, Mercedes Shoupe.

"No time for chit–chat!" John B said, sweat dripping down his face as he put the car into drive and started down the road at a neck–breaking speed.

"What the fuck John B!" I held onto the seats beside me.

"Sarah's been abducted by Ward—"

"Abducted?!"

"Well, she was drugged and shoved into a car, so yeah, abducted," JJ said snipedly.

"Then why the fuck did you come for me?! You should've gone right after Ward and followed the car!" I scolded.

"Because JJ," John B darkly shot a look at his best friend. "Insisted."

Ouch. I mean, I got that John B was still in love with Sarah, but geez. But then I was thinking that JJ had insisted on coming back for me? Ohmigod, JJ had insisted on coming back! He'd rescued me, picked me over Sarah. He'd been so insistent to John B that he'd forced them to come for me!

"Where's the others?" I quickly asked.

"No idea. We all broke off to do our own thing after Shoupe took you." JJ shrugged.

"Right now, our priority's Sarah!" John B buckled down and we screeched down the road.

We eventually caught up to Sarah and the car she'd been abducted in. How we got there in time was because of John B's crazy driving. We followed the other car to the harbor, where a boat lay out. We saw Sarah was pulled from the car and put onto the massive shipping boat.

"C'mon!" John B dashed out of the Twinkie, and we were forced to follow him. We all dived behind an old shipping container, taking a moment to catch our breath.

"Boo!" Someone hissed behind us, and JJ gave a little girly scream.

"Shut up, it's just us!" Kie rolled her eyes at JJ, and she and Pope joined us hiding behind the shipping container.

"Why'd you scream like that," I laughed at him.

"Shut up, you were gonna too!" He argued.

"You sounded all high pitched," I wheezed as I laughed.

"Both of you, shut the fuck up!" John B almost roared. "Sarah's there, trapped inside with the Cameron's. They're about to ship her off to god knows where, and we have to get her back ASAP!"

"The cross is there too," Pope said.

"Well isn't the just amazing," I said bitterly.

We quickly formed a plan to get onto the boat: We would sneak onto the shipping container we were hiding behind, and then find Sarah and the cross, and hop onto a boat and speed back to the OBX. It wasn't a stable one, but it was the best we had.

Pope quickly sent out a massive fire flare distraction, and then we were climbing through the small vent of the shipping container and hiding in it. It was dark, and the only light source was from the small vent. The container was rectangular shaped, maybe a couple meters long, but big enough to fit several crates and supplies inside.

"And now ... we wait," Pope said.

For a second, there was silent, but then the creaking started. We all immediately sat down on our butts as the container was lifted into the air (by a crane?) and a lot more creaking sounded. There was a big BOOM as it was put down on the ship, and we all jumped a bit when that happened.