Kidnapped By Johnny Depp

Chapter 6

April 23rd, 2007, 11:54pm

"Dad?" said Colin, going into Johnny Depp's room, "can we talk about something?"

"Sure," he replied, standing up from his bed and taking a drag from his cigarette he had just lit.

"Alright so i called Mason at least 15 times today, and he only answered once," said Colin with a sigh, "he didn't sound like he wanted to pay that much."

"Yeah, i know. And?" replied Johnny Depp.

"Well, long story short, we're getting nowhere. He obviously doesn't want to give you a dime," said Colin.

"Okay, so what do you suggest i do?" said Johnny Depp.

"So, you know how in movies people torture their hostages, record it and then send it to convince someone to give them something?" asks Colin.

"Yeah. So what?"

"Well, why don't we do that to Lola?" asked Colin.

Johnny Depp seemed to be considering it.

"I suppose we could do it, as long as you know what you're doing," he said.

"Yes! I know! I'll look up some methods," said Colin.

"Alright. But i'm not doing it," he said, taking another drag.

"You don't have to," said Colin, "i know just the guy."

Colin cracked open the room door.

"Dewey! Get your ass in here!" he yelled.

Dewey came rushing out of his room to the door.

"What is it, Colin?" he asked.

"Me and dad need you to do something for us." replied Colin.

"What?" asked Dewey.

Colin smiled.

"We need you to torture our hostage" he said.

April 25th, 2007, 4:52pm

After waking up after being chloroformed, i cried. I tried not to but i did. I was so upset that i was in this situation. I wish i could just go home.

All of yesterday, i stayed in my room (more like cage). Surprisingly, Dewey brought me some food. He seems to be nicer. While i was trapped in my room, i looked around. I discovered a few things. One, the room had a closet. Two, there was a guitar in the closet. A black, acoustic guitar. That made me feel a little better. At least now i would have a way to pass the time.

I had learned to play the guitar at 11. But i hadn't touched one since i was 16. I still remembered a few things though.

Today, i took a shower in the bathroom in my room (aka cage) and changed into some fresh clothes (a black tank top and white skinny jeans) which made me very happy.

As for my hair, a few stray hairs were sticking up. That didn't matter to me though. I didn't need to look perfect. At least, not now.

I heard the door being unlocked so i sat up from my bed. The door opened to reveal Dewey.

"Dewey? What do you wa-" i said before he shushed me.

"Look, you have to come with me. Colin told me to come get you," he said.

"Why?" i asked.

"Look, i'll be honest with you. It's not good. Anything that has to do with Colin is bad," he said grimly.