Misfortunes

Chapter Two - Never Trust A Hoe (xD)

I apply my glasses at my daily routine. Not today, I don't know where the fuck they are.

As a matter of fact...I don't even know WHERE THE FUCK I, MYSELF AM! Oh, wait hold on.

I hop off my "bed" with a blanket as protection, I turn on my light. Oh, here's my room! When will I ever learn? Never, apparently. I quickly find my glasses on my bedside table and put them on my face, ah, now I can see. Without massive blur outrage. Oh, and also last night Mystery Guy never came on. I wonder why. At least there's no school today. More time to mope around to talk to Mystery Guy. Wasting my life right? Bingo...! When I see he's on I wait a few seconds to text him, so you know, he won't think I'm a stalker. But instead, I immediately got a reply from HIM instead.

"Hey love. :)"

'Hello, what's up?'

"Nothing. And you?"

'Nothing.'

"Hey, do you want to hang out. Like, meet up. You don't have to but I've been chatting up with you for over a year now and I only know what your cat looks like." I stare at my profile pic and laugh a little.

'Yeah, sure. You know I live in Whitney right?'

"Yeah, that's kind of why I brought it up. I'm visiting my aunt this week. And you're 17 right? You know I'm 18, so I think it's quite fit. ;)"

'AHAHAHAHA, Yeah! :D And sure, meet me in Cassa's Café?'

"Mhm, sure. :)"

'K, bye M. G. c:'

"'Cya 2morr at noon, like fiften 'till 12?"

'Mhm! :)'

"Mkay, see you soon, love. :)"

I roam my closet quickly searching for something to wear. AHAHA, I FOUND IT!

(A/N: Pic on side.)

~Tomorrow at noon~

I walk into the literally empty café. No workers. But, um, um? Then something made of cloth is put around my mouth, then one around my eyes.

"Never trust strangers, girl." Says the raspy voice, it sure does sound like an eighteen-year-olds. He slings me over his shoulder and carries me to a car. He puts me in, I think, a trunk. Then he hits me in the head with a baseball bat handle. I get knocked out. I lean against the chairs that lean against the trunk, letting the dark overcome my motionless body. Before I fade, I can feel him tie my legs, my wrists, then kick my stomach. I fade after that.

~When I wake~

Darkness.

"MMPH?" Blankness. Darkness. Nothing.

"Mmph?"

"Mph." I sigh into the cloth. Then the doors open, the light blinds me. Well, as much as it can go under the cltoh, anwyay. The guy pulls me into a garage(?). He opens the cloth, and my hands, and feet, and eyes.

"Here's three rolls, and a water bottle." You get this everyday. I take it after a polite 'thank you.' Well, as well as it can come out nicely. I mean, the guy tried kidnapping me! Tried? He SUCCEEDED! Actually, there's a window.... I try escaping, actually I almost make it, the guy comes back, He rips at my dress. The bottom half tears, my underwear shows.

"Whenever you do something bad, I rip, when it's gone, you have to have sex with me." I gulp, then nod. He leaves. HELL NO! I decide to just sit. Dammit, he has everything I came with besides my shoes and earrings. I'm guessing he took the bracelet to tie my wrists. He just left it with him after he untied me, apparently. I hear a familiar voice, from TV and YouTube, yell at the guy.

"DUDE, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO KIDNAP HER THOUGH!" I think about that sexy voice. Um. Um. Um. Um.

"SHUT UP!" Yells the raspy one.

"I'll go check on her...." Says the sexy one. The garage door opens. And it answers my question.

That sexy voice, the person who didn't want me to be kidnapped, to check on me, the one and, I hope, only...Louis Tomlinson! The fuck?

"Are you okay?" He asks, sitting next to me.

"DOES IT SEEM LIKE I'M OKAY, YOU FUCKERS KIDNAPPED ME!" I hiss at him. I lean back and calms my tits before I get hit or something.

"Relax. I didn't want him to kidnap you. Listen, my cousin is a retard-"

"HEARD THAT!" Yells a raspy yell.

"-Anyway, he's dumb. Just forgive me. You can hate on him for all I care. Hold a grudge like I am at the current moment."

"Oh." I stare at my lap. He stares at my lap too.

"Oh - your dress!" He walks inside and comes back with two pillows, two blankets, and sweat pants. I put on the sweat pants.

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Author's note:

Sorry guys, I know this is a really shitty chapter.

Oap, language Charlotte.

Well, I cuss a lot, so AHAHAHAHAH!

Actually, I got kicked out of a Miccy D's once because I wouldn't stop cussing at my sister. xD

FAIL RIGHT 'DER!

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL! c:

Anyway, so I ended football this year and we lost our last game. And for Americans it's soccer.

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