MASSEY SUMMERS:
With Vaygan still relucant to tell me why he was 'holding me captive against my will', I was beginning to question his sanity...
And my safety...
"What are we doing here" I asked looking around the convince store we were now in
He ignored the question and carried on putting odd items into the basket i'd been forced to carry
Three huge rolls of sticky tape
Two pairs of rubber gloves
A pack of cigarettes
Then he took a quick look at me "want anything?" He asked, before scanning the rows of munchies.
"How about a damn answer." I snorked, folding my arms into eachother.
"Licorice?" He asked, holding up a packet.
I rolled my eyes at Vaygan who was -annoyingly- avoiding all of my questions.
He raised and dropped his shoulders, throwing the packet into the basket
After leaving, he packed the store bought products into the trunk and then joined me in the front seats.
"If you must know" he sighed heavily "I'm going to kill you" he smiled, knowing that I was already pissed off.
"With what? sticky tape?" I replied, sarcastically pretending to look like I was scared of him
He laughed and shook his head "No, look in the back"
I turned to the white box neatly placed on the backseat he was referring to.
I could feel the curiosity begin to grow.
"If I asked you what's in the box, would you tell me" I questioned the mysterious boy sitting next to me.
He shook his head with an evil grin.
I rolled my eyes at the lack of answers he'd given me and defeatdly threw myself back into the seat.
We drove for another few minutes until we reached a random, beige coloured house
Vaygan got out and I followed him to the now opened trunk of his car
He pulled out a dark hoody and threw it at me before putting on a similar one.
"Cover up" he instructed and handed me a pair of rubber gloves.
"Uh, Im not doing anything until you tell me what the fuck we're about to do" I protest
Vaygan shook his head disappointedly.
"So savage" I heard him whisper to himself
"You're helping me get back at an... Old friend." He finally said, after handing me a back pack to carry
"Why" I asked, struggling to lift up the weighty bag.
"Nothing you should worry about" he replied before taking the white box out and walking towards the house we were parked in front of.
"How come I have to carry this brick of a bag, can't we swop?" I whine following his lead to the front door.
"Believe me" he chuckled "you do not want to carry this"
We made our way into the house which was unlocked apon inspection.
Before I could take in the surroundings Vaygan pushed me into a room which was partially covered in print outs of the revolutionary masked guy from 'V for Vendetta' holding up a red rose.
