Redemption

Chapter 3: Farewell

We drove into the country. We call it Gray's Creek in Fayetteville. I had no idea where we were exactly so I knew there was no way I could jump out and run.

The man turned down a narrow dirt road. It seemed like this was the longest car ride I've ever been in, considering neither of us spoke.

I carefully observed the man. He was of the same skin tone as me - light tan. His hair was long for a man, probably long enough to put it in a little ponytail. His hair was the same color as mine - brunette. However, his hair was of natural beach curls. He kept a clenched jaw...he never relaxed. His hands grasped the steering wheel very firmly, almost as if he would lose control of he lost his grip. Speaking of his hands, they had some tattoos. I could've really make out what they were but they looked very artsy.

He wore tight black pants and a tight black v-neck shirt. He wore 2 necklaces around his neck. He had no piercings but plenty of tattoos on his chest, arms, and hands. Although he didn't have a sleeve of tattoos, he obviously had a thing for the painful ink. I think the weirdest item on his body were his shoes. They looked very expensive for such a criminal man. If I wasn't mistaken, those shoes looked like a type of Gucci. Why would such a revolting man be wearing high-end shoes? Eh, he probably stole them.

We pulled up to an open field surrounded by a forest of trees. The man slammed on the brakes as I gasped aloud. It wasn't the jolt of the car that made me gasp - it was the beautiful black jet that was parked in the field. I had never seen a jet in real life. It was huge!

The man told me to get out and follow him. I grabbed my suitcase and followed him to the jet. A staircase that led up to the entrance was lowered and another man stepped out. He had a similar persona like my kidnapper. The main difference was that his man had blonde hair and no tattoos.

"So this this the little Rose?" asked the blonde one, giving me a wink as I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah...I can already tell she's going to be a problem." my kidnapper replied.

"She's a beauty, Harry. You should see what her gold looks like." said the blonde one as he chuckled.

So his name was Harry?

"You and your stupid Irish puns. Shut up, Niall." Harry replied as Niall smirked  "Let's go. I don't have time for this."

We all entered the jet. My eyes widened as my mind tried to fathom the beautiful interior. Black leather flooded the room. I gently set my suitcase down, afraid I would ruin the image. Niall snatched the suitcase and loaded it into an upper compartment.

"Sit." Harry barked.

I sat in one of the chairs as the coolness of the leather touched my neck and arms. Harry whispered something to Niall and walked over to me.

"I'm going to sit up front with Niall. If you do anything I wouldn't approve of, you're in for it. Behave."

Harry entered the front cabin with Niall, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I can't believe I've been kidnapped by some man who hates my brother. My brother...what has he done? It must be pretty bad if I had to be taken hostage. At first, I thought Harry was a nasty criminal, but after seeing this jet and his shoes...he may be more than I thought.

This jet...oh my gosh. I've never been on a plane. What do I do? I'm not scared of heights but I've heard that planes can be scary. And where are we going? Will I ever see my family again? Why didn't I just go with my mom to the grocery store??

These questions flooded my mind as I felt the jet engine turn on. Oh no, this is really happening.

I'm really leaving my life behind...