Chapter 2~ guys with scary tattoos always mean trouble

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I woke up when bright lights flooded my eyes from behind my eyelids. I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar car. I looked around and saw that there were three guys in here with me, all of them were strangers. The one driving the car had a lot of tattoos and scars. The one in the passenger seat was flawless other than the scar that was right below his right eye. The one sitting beside me held a gun and had a long tattoo up his arm of a snake. The three all had one particular thing in common- they each had DALTON written on their bicep in black rough writing.

I tried to unlock my door but found that my arms were tied together. The man sitting next to me saw my movement and looked at me and said “She’s awake boys.” The guy in the passenger seat nodded and turned around.

“So princess, we have a message for you to carry. Can you do that for us.” The way he said it made it sound like a statement, not a question. I couldn’t gather enough energy to speak so I just nodded, still shocked that I was kidnapped.

“Tell your old man that he has three weeks to give us what we want, and just to be sure he understands how much this means to us were going to give him a little present…” he nodded to the guy sitting next to me and he pulled out a knife. I started to panic but calmed down for a split second seeing that we were pulling up my street. All my relief washed away and was instantly replaced by a strong burning pain that shot up my inner arm, from my wrist to my elbow.

I started crying in agony as blood started pouring out of my arm. I felt the car come to a stop and the man sitting next to me reached over and opened my door. The man roughly pushed me out of the car and onto the road in front of my house.

“Three weeks.” The man in the driver’s seat stated in a gruff voice. And with that said they slammed the door and sped off down the street.

I snapped out of my shock and started screaming through my tears. My parents rushed out as soon as they heard my screams. My mother started crying as soon as she saw me and by the look on my father’s face he knew what happened without me having to tell him.

My father whipped out is cell phone and called an ambulance while my mother was pressing a piece of her now ripped shirt against my arm. Mom was praying for me to be ok while repeating ‘oh god’ over and over again, occasionally I heard mom mutter ‘why? What did she do?!’ as she continued to sob next to me.

After a few minutes I saw flashing lights come around the corner and I could faintly hear the sirens coming from the vehicle.

That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.

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I woke up to an annoying beeping noise and the familiar smell of cleaning supplies. I groggily opened my eyes and looked around the white room I was in. I was in the hospital. I noticed there was a lump laying in the chair to my right. I looked to my left and saw another lump lying in a chair on that side; both of the things were holding one of my hands. I groaned when I tried to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose but my throat felt like sandpaper. My groan woke up the two sleeping figures that I didn’t recognize. The one on my right looked at me aghast and went to go get a doctor while the one on my left asked if I needed anything. “Water.” I choked out before I started coughing. He (I noticed both of the ‘lumps’ were guys) got up quickly and poured me a full glass of water. I downed the water quickly and shoved the cup at him so he could refill it. Five full cups later the doctor came in with the second guy that was in my room when I woke up.

The doctor checked my chart and nodded before telling me that I was doing fine and to be sure I was drinking enough water and if I felt tired then I needed to sleep.

I turned to the boy with brown hair who had left to get the doctor and asked “Who are you guys, and why am I here?!”

“You mean you don’t remember us?” I have to say something about the boy was familiar but I couldn’t put a name to his face. The other boy with black hair was like a stranger too. “No I don’t remember you, should I?”

“Rayne you lost a lot of blood the other night and you’ve been here for a whole two weeks.” I nodded trying to understand.

The black haired boy started talking so I turned to him “I know you probably don’t remember me because we met the day it happened, but my name is Liam Baden Stone.” I turned to the brown haired boy other boy as if to ask for is name and he answered.

“My name is Clayton Ryan Hills, we’ve been best friends since pre-k, and you’re my second hand sister Rayne! We took out first steps together, I would read you a book when you had a nightmare, we would play tag in your front yard every day after school, I helped you pick out your first dog, and I was there to wipe your tears away when Foo-Foo died. God Rayne. YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER! Oh please god, remember.”  He whispered the last part. His face was twisted in agony like someone just shot him. He held his head and his hands and I swear I saw a few tears drop to the floor.

I felt so bad for making this boy cry so I reached out and tried to comfort him. Once my hand touched his I felt a large shock and drifted into darkness.

I could see a face of a young boy, he was about six or seven. We were on a hill that looked over an ocean, the sun was about to set so the sky was decorated with shards of color. “Rayne, follow me.” I turned and followed the boy who ran down the hill quickly and out of my vision. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I dug my heels into the sand beneath my feet and spun around in a complete circle and found the boy to my right. The boy was sitting near a mound of sand and a little girl was on his right playing in the sand beside her. She had a purple dress on that reached her knees and had a silver bow in her black and purple hair. I've seen this little girl before. I suddenly heard the girl yelp and start crying.

“Cway! My fiwinger huwrts!” that’s when I knew who these children are. It was me and Clay, and this was a memory from when our families went on vacation together to Florida. Even though I knew what happened next I still watched the scene before me unfold.

Clay rushed over to mini- me and brushed away the sand from my hand. He kissed my finger and told mini- me that he had the magic kiss that healed all of my cuts. I believed him, and I still do to this day, Clay has superpowers and he is my superhero.

I looked down at my finger where I had a tiny zigzag scar from the seashell that cut me so many years ago on that beach. I rubbed my finger on it and felt the smoothness where it was. Then I felt a sucking feeling.

I opened my eyes and found myself lying in the hospital bed again. I started crying and clutched Clay’s hand. How could I forget him?!

“Oh god Clay, I'm so sorry!!” I leant over and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and we sat there clutching each other for dear life, it seemed like hours but it was only a couple minutes. I let go, wiped my tears, and turned to Liam and hugged him fiercely too. I heard him chuckle but he hugged me back. I let go and sat back in my bed while taking both of their hands and squeezing them.

“So tell me what I missed.” I said.

“Well once your dad called the ambulance your mother called us and we came straight over to your house and followed the ambulance to the hospital. We’ve been sitting here waiting for you to wake up from your mini-coma for the whole two weeks. You lost a lot of blood and I gave you some of mine since we are the same blood type, but when I reached the amount of blood I could give you Liam gave you some of his. It’s kind of weird how we’re all the same blood type but hey who cares!” Clay started to say but I cut him off, he was buying time for the question he knew was coming. “Where are my parents?” I asked bluntly.

Clay frowned and looked at his feet while Liam spoke for the first time, answering my question. “Your dad left once you were put into surgery to stitch up your arm. Your mom has been checking in every hour.” I felt tears sting my eyes but I wasn’t surprised. My father ran away from his problems, he would leave me as soon as I was his problem too. Now my only question left unanswered was, what did my dad have that my capturers want? And I intended to find that out.

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