A/N: Picture of Officer Dave Peninson in side bar, as promised in the previous chapter. ;)
Brandi's POV
After we had just about the dinner of our lives, all five of us sat down in the recreation room.
"Okay, I can't even lie. That was the best grilled salmon I've ever had in my entire life." I said.
"Yeah, and I never thought I'd ever say this but that fried asparagus was to die for." Marina giggled and I ruffled her hair.
"Yeah well don't get too comfortable. We're leaving this place sooner than you can bet." Carla said.
"Oh c'mon C. Just enjoy it for a little bit. It's only temporary, like you said." I replied.
"Enjoy it? How can I enjoy living in a house with my second kidnapper and fake 'mommy'? I'm basically living a lie! Maybe you guys can do it, but I can't." she snapped.
"I don't get you Carla." I stood up. "We're all sitting here having a good time and as usual, you point out the negative sides of things. Yes I know we're living in our kidnappers house with some creepy Victoria Secret looking model lady who think she's our mother. But isn't that better than how we were living before? In some sketchy chasm eating canned soup once a day? Yes we're not home but no one knows how or when we're getting out yet , so just enjoy it while it lasts."
"You can enjoy it. I'm gonna actually do something and try to find a way out." Carla stood and stormed out the room.
"You're a pain in the ass Carla!" I stormed out as well.
"I'm gonna go check on her." I heard Blair say as I was walking to my room. "Me too!" Marina followed behind her.
I slammed my door shut and jumped into my bed, curling my self up into a little ball. I felt warm tears stream down my face. Why am I being such a wuss? This isn't me. I'm supposed to be the tough bad ass who eventually ends up saving her friends in the end.
Suddenly I heard my door slowly open. I looked up to my surprise, seeing Candace.
"Uh, hey." she said.
"Hi." I nearly whispered.
"Blair forced me to come talk to you. She said it would help 'strengthen our relationship' or whatever that means. So don't think I like you or anything like that." Candace said, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"I wouldn't think that for a second." I giggled. "But really, thanks for coming. You didn't have to, you could've just ignored Blair and gone into your room or something."
"Well I actually do have something to say to you. I agree with you that we don't know if or when we're getting out of here, and we should enjoy it while it lasts. We all agree with you, actually. Except Carla of course. But we should at least put in some effort to try to get out of here. Carla probably thinks we're planning on turning on her or some shit, and trust me we're not. I wanna leave just as much as the next guy."
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Kidnapped
Action13 year old Carla, her younger sister Amy, and her careless mother live a decent life. That's until she gets taken away from "life" as she knows it.
