chapter 2- gangs, wizards, and a prophecy.

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 Sometime in the morning I woke up refreshed. I check to make sure Ryan is still asleep I get out my cell and check my messages. 8 new messages. Two of them were from my friend Stacy. She was asking if we could hang out today. 

'Sorry I'm a little busy today.' I reply. Four messages from my parents asking if I'm okay and asking for Ryan's house address. The other two were from Sidney asking me where I was. I'm about to reply when my phone disapears from my hands. My head shoots up. I glare at Ryan.

"Hey!" I shout. "Give it back."

"Not happening sweetheart. Give me your hand or I won't let you out." I sigh but give him my wrist through the bars. He holds onto it while unlocking his closet. With a click it was open.

“Um, Ryan? Will you please let go of of my wrist now?”

“I don't think I will.” He said as he dragged me down the hall towards a room that looked like a kitchen. Someone else is in the room already making a peanutbutter and jelly sandwich. He turns around when me and Ryan walk into the room. Brandon.

“Ryan, I see you've kidnapped my future wife for me.”

“Wait, What? I'm not going to be any of your future wives.” I state but they just ignore me.

“Brandon just because of my plans for the rest of her family doesn't mean I don't want her.”

“What plans?” Again ignored.

“You just want daddy to pick you to be a worthy king by stealing her as your bride.” Brandon steamed. Ryan let go of my wrist and got right up in front of Brandon with his fists in front of him. Big mistake. I dart around the hall and out the front door.

“GRAB HER!” I hear from inside the house. I spy a black Lamborghini. Second mistake of the morning: the car was unlocked. I hot-wire the car and drive away. What? Even a good girl should now a few bad tricks. After a few hundred miles I turn into a car dealership parking lot. They are having a 'trade your old car for a new one' kind of sale. I park. Before I go in I look in the middle console. I find $340 all in 20 dollar bills, the papers for the car, and the keys to the car. I mentaly slap myself for not looking before. I shove the money in my pocket. Then I grab the papers and keys. I walk into the dealership.  

“Hello miss can I help you?” An older looking man smiles at me.

“Yes I'd like to trade my black Lamborghini in for a beetle.” I saw his eyes light up like he just won the lottery.

“Sure, I'll just show you my office and we can fill in the paper work.” I follow him into his office and 10 boring minutes later we are done. “Your new beetle should be in the back. Pleasure doing business with you.” I run to the car and drive away just as Ricky and Brandon enter the dealership. Oh they are going to be so mad once they find their car. I turn on the radio and check the clock. 8:38 pm.

Break your heart by Taio Cruz is on, so appropriate for the situation. Only one tear escapes from my eye. Only one second of feeling like a weak girl but then I remembered what he did to me. He lead me on making me think that he loved me but it was really a set-up to hurt my family. My eye lids were getting heavy so I decided to find a motel. After I find a room for the night I jump into bed. A dreamless sleep that night was the best thing I was given today. RING! I open my eyes and stretch. After I get my senses back  I look at the telephone on the side table wide eyed. They couldn't have found me that fast, could they? I pick up the phone.

“Hello?”I try my best to prevent my voice from shaking. Please not them.

“Hello darling. It was naughty to run away from us. I just wanted to say a few things. One I know where you are. Two I wanted to let you know that my dad decided to have a competition to see who gets to have the title of emperor between me and Ryan .  Your family will be hunted down and killed one at a time. Don't fret though, me and Ryan have gotten too fond of you to kill you. That's why the winner gets to marry you. That's all I have to say. Bye see you soon.” I could imagine the wolf like grin on his face the whole time. I hang up the phone with shaking hands. Breathing deeply I try to get the vivid thoughts of Brandon an Ryan killing my parents out of my head. Serriously could it get any worse? Is my mom gonna call to tell me my cat is a serial killer who works for the CSI and FBI? I pick the phone back up and dial my mom's number.

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