Loving the High School Bad-Boy

Chapter 36

Amy's POV~

I kicked shut the small window and looked around at my surroundings.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." I muttered, not seeing anything for miles in any direction, except for snipers, guards, and security cameras.

I heard pounding on the door from the small bathroom, but ignored it and bent down, crawling in the shadows. I looked around frantically trying to think of a way out, and began crawling faster, to try and escape the loud shouts from guard to guard, as Ryan had clearly let them know i was missing.

I muttered several profanities under my breath and stood up, taking off in a spring as fast as my injured leg would let me.

The shouts got louder and I heard feet pounding after me and I pushed myself to go faster. I made it about twelve more feet before I was tackled to the ground, my leg landing in an awkward position, hearing a resounding crack and a numbness spread throughout my body before blacking out completely.
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She moved my hair from my face and tied it up in a pony-tail. She smiled down at me and caressed my cheek.

"Oh, my little Amy, we don't have to go training today if you don't want to," she told me.

I smiled at my mommy and planted a kiss on her cheek, "Awe, mommy, it's okay I like the training, it's fun!" I told her.

She smiled and grabbed my hand, adjusting the black spandex outfit I was wearing. She lead me to the vase in the back hallway. She lifted it up, and pushed the small red button beneath it.

Mommy replaced the vase, and picked me up, resting me on her hip. She smiled at me, and placed a kiss on my temple. I smiled and buried my head in her chest. She walked to the spare bedroom and pulled the bed over to the side.

A small white stair case opened up beneath the bed and she pulled the bed over top of us as we walked down the staircase. I looked up and  waved to the people I saw and knew.

"Hi Jeremy!" I said, waving at my mommy's partner.

He chuckled and waved back, "Hi little Amy, how's it going?"

A smile popped on my face and I looked up, "It's my birthday!"

Jeremy smiled and picked me up, and began throwing me in the air, "Well," throw, "Then," catch, "Happy," throw, "Birthday!" Catch.

I giggled and smiled as he rested me on his hip, "Well little Amy, how old are you now?"

My smile grew from ear to ear, "I'm five!"

"Oh really? Your getting old!" He said.

I laughed, "I know!"

"I'm sorry to break this up, but Jeremy, I've gotta get my daughter to training," mommy interrupted.

He smiled and kissed me on the temple, "Okay Sarah, don't work her to hard today, okay?"

Mommy nodded and took me back, and holding my hand she led me down to the training center.

"Come on honey, today's training is gonna be a little different," she told me, "I love you, Amy."

My eyes shot open, and I felt like I couldn't breath. Tears flooded my eyes, "Mommy..." I whispered.

The floodgates opened and my cheeks were soon slick with tears and I was sobbing.

The door to the white room shot open and Ryan narrowed his eyes, and adjusted his gun. He walked over to me and bent down, he wiped away the tears with his thumb and tried calming me down.

"Shh, shh, it's okay Amy. Shh, shh, what's wrong, shh. You gotta stop crying, shh, they'll come and give you something to cry about, shh, shh," he said.

He continued to wipe away the tears, and he began caressing my cheeks, trying to stop me from crying. I looked at Ryan with teary eyes and began sobbing all over again.

"Uh, stop, stop, okay? Please? I'll, uh, I'll bring you lots of food?!? Please?" He pleaded. I began laughing through the sobs at his behavior, "Okay, that's better, cmon now let's just stop the tears," he said.

I sobered up, and put on a small smile, sniffling, Ryan gave me a smile and wiped away the remaining tears, "There, all better," he cooed.

He stood up, brushing the dirt off his pants and walked out the door without looking back.

I sniffed and looked around. I wasn't chained to anything, but I was in a square room with white walls, a metal floor and ceiling, a plate of food, and a glass of water. The door was big, heavy, metal, and there was one window, but it was made so I couldn't see out of it. On the bottom of the door, there was a smaller door, made out of the same metal which was most likely used for giving me food and water.

I stood up, or tried to, my leg was in a cast to my thigh, and I could hardly move it. I dragged my leg over to the food tray, and decided I would eat. The plate was filled with eggs, bacon, and toast.

"Surprisingly good food for a prisoner," I said.

Just as my fork touched eggs, the small door opened, and a set of clothing was pushed through.

I half crawled/half dragged myself to the clothing and unfolded them looking at the outfit.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled.

The top was a black low-cut, low-back crop top, with hardly and material, and the bottoms were not even bottoms, but a small high waisted jean skirt.

I held up the outfit and spun around, "What?!? No shoes?!?" I screeched.

The small door opened and a pair of black leather ankle boots were pushed through.

"What the fuck is this?" I yelled.

The door opened yet again, but this time a small note was pushed through, it read:

Your going to a party.

"TO HELL I AM!" I shouted.

Another note:

Your going to accompany Ryan.

"FUCK YOU!"

The entire door opened this time, and Ryan walked through.

"Put the goddamn clothes on, or they'll make me dress you, and I don't think you want that," he scolded me.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I asked, looking him up and down In horror.

He looked down, "Clothing?"

I looked at him again, he was wearing a dark blue v-neck, with dark-washed jeans, and a pair of tan work boots. His hair looked like he just ran his hands through it, giving it that bad-boy look.

"Get out. I'll change," I said coldly.

He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, shutting the door.

I gingerly picked up the top, and with a disgusted look, I began dressing myself for the party.

This'll be one hell of a party.

I guarantee it.