The Bad And Infuriating ✅ (Slowly Editing) 2015

10. I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Ronalds

When I open my eyes, there's a strange feeling in my stomach. Where am I? I am kidnapped. Now I remember. I have the urge to scream. Before I realize what I am doing, I scream. Like I've seen the devil. Someone's entering the room. My surroundings aren't familiar to me. Where am I? "Ssh, don't panic, you're safe now. I rescued you. Sort of. I kicked his ass." "Ryan, is that you? It's so dark in here, I think even a bat would fly against the wall." "No, I would doubt that, it's me Tom." He switches on the light. He's standing in the doorway. "Are you okay? Have any headache? Or nausous feelings?" Ignoring his questions I ask; "Why am I here, did you kill him?" "No, you're in my bedroom, he pauses, and you didn't even struggle to get here,eager much?" I try to sstand up, but he comes in and places his hands on my arms. "You need to rest, you hit your head pretty hard, just lay down. For like two minutes, I'll call Ryan." I nod and lay down again. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. 

When I wake up again, I'm looking in somebody's eyes. I blink. There Tom's. He also blinks. "Hey there, how'd you sleep?" "I don't know, long?" "No, actually for only 30 minutes, just like a nap, would you like too eat something? Pancakes with bacon? Waffles? Chocolate-mint Chip ice cream? I have tons of food in my fridge, you know what, I'll go get some for yoou, then you can choose. Choose wisely, the wrong decision can be bad, for you and your future." Why do I have the idea that this isn't about food anymore? "Okay, I have a few questions for you, and I would like to have an answer." He walks away. I'm trying to form some good questions in my head, Tom walks in with a plate filled with different sorts of food. "What did the red light say to the green light?" I blurt out before I can stop myself, tom looks at me like I'm crazy, "Don't look I'm changing." Tom smiles. Then starts girnning and at last, starts laughing. The plate in his hand shakes, he's laughing really hard. "That's a good one, Mimi." Then because I'm totally crazy: " Why did the scare-crow win an award?" Tom lifts his shoulders. "Because he was out-standing in the field." Tom looks at me. "No? Tough crowd, How about this one? Why don't you play cards in the Savannah?" "Because there are no players." "No, wrong, Because there are a lot of CHEETAHS!" I'm laughing hysterically. Tom places the plate of food on the nightstand and then also starts laughing hysterically. 

Before I can ask my question; Tom says; "What are shoes of a thief  called?" "God I don't know."  "Sneakers." I giggle. Then I remember that I need to ask him the serious questions, like I'd intended to do. "Why isn't Ryan here? Why am I in your bedroom? And what on earth is that smell, it's gross. It's smells like a rotten dino here, and it smells like pot, did you smoke pot? Or do you smoke pot?" "First things first; I do sometimes smoke pot, problem? Why do you even know how that smells? You been using?  Because I haven't called him yet, instead I called Jamey. Long story." "Who on earth is Jamey, no I've NOT been 'using'. I have all the time in the world, not literally. Now tell me the story, I need to know, and why didn't you call Ryan?" "That boy you're always chilling with and-  It's Jeremy- Whatever, that's what I said ri-No you didn't, You said Jame- Do you want to hear the story or not?" "Yes, but why didn't you call Ryan, he's my boyfriend. Can I call him?" "No, and to be honest, Well here's the thing, Ryan's been smoking pot. And he's been loaning money from a friend of mine named Aaron Jones, but your Pretty Boy didn't pay back the money he'd been loaning. And this was a warning." "What?" "And the reason why  I didn't call  Ryan is because..." "Because what? You like 'Jamey ' better? Are you gay? Spill." "It's because, Mia, I.. I, I like you."

Ryan's POV

I drive my car into Aaron's driveway, the money in my hands. I ring the bell, Aaron opens the door, then smiles when he sees me in the driveway. "You're too late, she's been taken away, someone already paid the money, and took her. Hope she's a bit trained in bed. Looked like a whore, your girlfriend, I mean. Well I accept the money and you're apology. Now leave me alone, I think I'm going to do something private, I'll be sure to think of your girlfriend." I sidder with anger. How dare he! Before I realize what he's doing, I'm kissing a guy. I'm shocked. Aaron pulls back, looks really smug with himself. "Are.. you.. Are you gay?" "Yeah dude, didn't notice?" I'm shocked. "Oh come on man, man up. It was just a kiss, just let me know when you're on my side of the team." I punch him in the face, walk to my car, drive away. I know where my Mia is. That filthy little son of a bitch. That asshole. I arrive at his house, step out of my car, slam the door, walk to the front door and knock, not very politely, of course he opens. He looks scared. "Tom, who's that, is that Jeremy? Because if so, I'll leave, she mutters under her breath loud enough so Tom and I both hear it, finally." "No, it's not Jamey." "JEREMY, IT'S JEREMY, NOT JAMEY!" Ah there's my Mia. She enters the living room. She's fully dressed, and her hair is like it was in the morning. Sort of. It looks laid on. Did they? I should stop, previous time I picked her up, there also didn't happen a thing. Stop it. Images of them kissing pop up in my head. I grib the door for support, anger troubles my vision. Mia looks at me. "Are you alright? I mean, you look kind of pale, let's go."  I nod, but then before I can think of anything she's kissing me.