Kidnapped by Of Mice & Men

Chapter 8: In Name and Blood

*Austin*

I wiped sweat off of my forehead with a towel. "God, I love Warped Tour!"

We approached the bus, but David burst out, holding a bag of ice against his bleeding head. "He took her!" He growled. We all stopped dead in our tracks. "That bastard fucking took her!"

"Dude, what's going on?" Tino asked. David urgently ushered us into the bus.

"He came onto the bus, threatened Sammie with a gun and hit me over the head with a bottle and knocked me out. I woke up and they were both gone."

I felt rage and fear bubble up inside of me. I kicked a chair and sent it tumbling over.

"What the hell do we do?!" Phil asked.

"We gotta call the police!" Aaron yelled.

"We can't do that!" Tino yelled back. "We'll all go down with Scott!"

"Tino, Sammie's gonna die if we don't do something about it now!" Alan yelled back. "I'm not letting Scott kill Sammie!"

I grabbed the phone and began dialing the police station.

"9-1-1 operator, please state your emergency." A woman's voice said from the other side of the phone.

"My name is Austin Carlile and I believe that my cousin Scott Cassina is holding a young girl against her will."

"Mr. Carlile, where are you right now?"

"My band and I are playing on the Vans Warped Tour. It's being held in Energy Park."

"Do you know this girl's name?"

I knew that if I told them I knew Sammie, we'd all be screwed. So I did what I had to. I lied. "No. But I saw Scott walking her out of the park and putting her in his car."

"Is Scott armed?"

I sighed. "Yes, I think he took his handgun with him."

I heard the clicks of a keyboard from the other side of the line. "Okay, Mr. Carlile. Stay where you are. Help is on the way."

A million thoughts raced through my head. What was Scott doing to Sammie? Was he hurting her? Was he killing her? Was she already dead?

•••

*Sammie*

I averted the eyes of the man behind the counter of the sleazy motel that Scott had taken me to. My hands shook by my sides. The clerk handed our room key over to Scott and we walked out the door.

Once we made it to the door of the room, I looked around for a way to escape. I couldn't run very far without Scott catching up. And God knows what he'd do to me then.

I felt his hand shove me into the dirty, cramped room. The door slammed behind me and Scott threw me on the bed by my hair. He whipped out his gun and shook it at me, smiling.

"You thought you were more clever than me. You thought you'd seen the last of me." He began laughing hysterically. "Well, guess what, bitch?!" His face was now inches from my ear. I just stared ahead. "I win."

There was a loud thump from the other side of the wall. Scott got a panicked look in his eye and quickly put the gun to my head. "You make a sound and I'll kill all of them." He whispered.

"Hey, buddy! Keep it down!" An angry man's voice said from the other side of the thin wall.

"Sorry!" Scott yelled back. He crossed over to the other side of the room and pulled a roll of duct tape from the backpack. He grabbed my arms and began binding them with the duct tape. I could feel the circulation to my hands being slowly cut off.

"They'll find me, Scott." I said, sounding just as insecure and scared as I felt. Scott smirked.

"That so?"

"Maybe they will, and maybe they won't." I gathered every ounce of bravery that I had in me. "But either way, you're gonna die."

Scott threw the roll of duct tape onto the other bed. He leaned in close and I could feel the tip of his nose graze my ear.

"Ladies first."

•••

*Alan*

I paced back and forth on the bus, trying to slow my pounding heart.

"Alright, guys. This man's photo will be all over the city in a matter of minutes. If anyone has any information, they'll contact us." The deputy named Rosco said, holding up the photo of Scott that Austin had provided. With a handshake and a nod, Rosco and his partner, Milner turned and left.

Austin rubbed his face with his hands. "What do we do now?" He asked.

Tino shrugged. "Wait and hope for the best, I guess."

My palms were sweaty and I tried to wipe them on my jeans. I couldn't get that look of fear in Sammie's eyes when Scott first aimed the gun at her out of my head. She was too sweet to be put through this. She was too good for this world. She was too pure. And I couldn't live with that blood on my hands.

•••

*Sammie*

I sat quietly on the bed as Scott sharpened his knife. I was too scared to speak, to move, to breathe.

"You're not the first, you know?" Scott broke the silence. "You're not the first girl I've ever done this sort of thing with."

My heart sank in my chest. "How many others were before me?"

"3." He spat out without any hesitation. "Rachel, Savannah and Jordan." He set the knife on the table and walked over to me, grabbing my face. "But none of them were as pretty as you." Scott angled my face a bit and his eyes locked on the gash in my eyebrow. He frowned. "I don't remember giving you that." He let go of my face and sat back down.

I debated telling him where the wound had come from. What was the point of confessing my woes to a man who wanted me dead?

But I didn't have to explain. "Oh, that's right. It was your stepdad." He twirled the knife in his fingers. "I'm feeling generous, so I'll kill your parents and sister too."

My heart stopped. How could he know? Had he been watching me that night too?

"I saw what she did to you Sammie. In the bathtub." I looked up at Scott who continued to wear his sick smile. "Maybe I'll be nice enough to let you kill her yourself." He stopped smiling and grew more terrifying by the minute. "I had mommy problems too, you know? Always talking down to me. Making me watch while she fucked just about everyone in the entire town. She pretended like she couldn't hear me when I was crying, begging for her to stop." Scott's smile soon returned, but bigger and laced with hatred. "So you know what I did, Sammie?" I knew the question was rhetorical. "I pretended I didn't hear her when she begged me to put out the fire." My eyes widened in horror. "And I watched that bitch burn. And I laughed." I started shaking with fear and I choked on a sob. "But you know what, Sammie?" I looked up at him. All traces of any smile had vanished like they were never there in the first place. The expression he wore now was full of pure evil and hatred. "I'll make sure I kill you much slower than that."

•••

*Alan*

I jolted upright at the sound of the phone ringing. I shrugged it off. Probably just a telemarketer or something. Austin answered it.

"Are you serious?" He asked. My ears perked up. "Where?" I could very faintly hear Milner's voice on the other end of the line. "We're on our way." Austin hung up the phone and threw it on the couch. "Guys, get up. We're walking to the Roadway Motel. They think they found Scott and Sammie."

•••

Hey what's up hello?

The song for this chapter is I Get Wicked by Thousand Foot Krutch. I'm not adding lyrics because there's no particular lyrics that tie this song to this chapter. I just get that vibe from the song, you know?

Thank you for reading! I'll see you guys in the next chapter!

-Gracie