Held For Ransom

Chapter 2

I wasn't actually gonna shoot him. Just scare him enough for Sammie and me to get out of here. But he didn't need to know that. I smiled to myself.

He came back in. "What do you want now?!" He looked at me, then at the gun. I had it aimed right at him. Then he did something that shocked me to no end; he started laughing. LAUGHING, for crying out loud! I was starting to think there really was something totally wrong with him. Even though I already knew that he was really messed up. When I looked back up at him, he was still laughing, so I stepped closer to him, trying to look more threatening.

"What is so funny?!" I glared at him.

"Oh nothing, just the fact that, that gun is a fake. You thought I'd be stupid enough to leave a real gun in here? So you could blow my head off? No, I don't think so baby cakes." He said, smirking.

I aimed the gun at his head and put my finger on the trigger. Just to play with him, I thought. If it's real, he will panic and plead that I don't pull the trigger.

Tyler was watching me, still smirking. He didn't even flinch when I squeezed the trigger harder. This confused me more. I guess he wasn't lying when he said it was a fake. Or was he? I aimed the gun at the ground and closed my eyes. Then I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and gasped.

Bubbles. Nothing but colorful bubbles came out of the gun. Tyler was laughing so hard, I wouldn't be surprised if his head actually popped off. He was clutching his stomach and laughing hysterically. I, on the other hand, didn't think it was very funny.

I dropped the gun on the floor and grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt, and gave him a hard shove out of the room. It wasn't so hard since he was already fighting to stay on his feet.

He toppled over and was so, so, close to falling down the stairs. I almost screamed in frustration when he stopped right in front of the first step.

Then an idea popped into my mind and I smirked to myself. I walked over to him, wearing a sweet smile. Then I grabbed his collar again, and pushed him right down the stairs. This time it was my turn to laugh.

I watched him groan and stand up. Deciding it was time to go, I made a mad dash towards the room I now called mine. For now, I thought to myself.

I decided to take a shower before bed, so I went into the bathroom that was almost the size of a normal person's living room and turned the shower on. I turned it all the way to the hot side. Stripping off my clothes, I got in.

The water felt amazing on my skin, and if it weren't for situation I was in, I would have totally stayed there for the rest of my life. But nooo, I just had to be reminded of how I got here, why I was here, and what would happen to me if my parents didn't pay $10 million to a very mentally disturbed moron.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, then put my hair up in a messy bun. I didn't feel like messing with it tonight, since, number one: I didn't have my comb, and number two: It was always a rat's nest when I got out of the shower.

I walked over to the expensive-looking sink and looked in the mirror. I looked okay, not the best. But better than I probably looked before the shower. My long blonde hair was up in the bun and my usually bright blue eyes now looked like a dull grey. My lips still had a slight pink tint to it. I sighed, knowing I couldn't do anything about it anyway.

I splashed water over my face, then grabbed a towel and wiped my face dry. Somehow, that just made me more tired. I threw the towel back on the rack, and opened the door back into my bedroom. As soon as I saw the uninvited guest in there, I screamed and shut the door. "What the hell?! Get out! Now!!"