Whisked away

Plans for escape

Frules POV

"Where are we going?" I asked for the thousandth time.

"SHUT UP!" My dad screamed again. I rolled my eyes. My guess was we're going to get Cane. I hope.

I wanted to see Cane. His name left a sharp pain in my mind as it echoed down the hallway of my soul.

I wonder what he looks like now. Or where he's been. Or if he's hurt. A million questions flew around in my skull.

I could barely contain myself. I was bouncing on my seat.

I looked out the window at the barren landscape. 'I wonder what real trees look like.' I stated in my head. They are probably prettier than those fake plastic ones people put up.

My dad pulled into a hospitals parking lot. 'So Cane is hurt'. I jumped out of the black van, my bare feet sizzling on the asphalt.

I ran to the glass doors of the little hospital. I threw than open.

"Excuse me I'm her to see a Cane hendrick." I said politely. Do they have his last name on record?

I little plump women turned around her brown curly hair whipping at her face. "Of course, Darlin, right over there in the elevator in room 218." She said icily. Oh who doesn't like there job?

"Thanks?" I said shyly. Not feeling quite so giddy anymore. My Dad followed behind me roughly shoving me into the elevator.

"Ouch." I mumbled sarcastically. He just stared ahead not really caring enough to listen.

We walked down the dim hallway not really knowing what to expect. My feet dragged themselves and my dads firmly stepped. Keeping up a little tune.

218. We turned to the little door. I opened it my giddiness returning.

'This isn't a hospital room.' I thought puzzled. All it had was a bed a closet a dresser and a door that might lead to a bathroom. It's a bedroom. And there was a boy in there. The boy had jet black hair and a strong lean face. Dad gave him a little shot then dragged him away. I followed.

My dad must have forgotten something because he went back and ordered me to keep dragging the boy.

My dad came out with his back to me dragging something with him as well.

My arms were sore but I kept going. We got to the elevator and my dad said to go and wait for him in the car. This could be my chance for escape! Butt then agian... Cane...

I did as told. I pressed the dirty old elevator button and got into the rickety ride dragging the boy to. I pulled him out in the parking lot through the back. 'Poor guy' I mourned for him.

I pulled him into the car barely shutting the door just before his limp body fell out.

I got in as well and waited for my dad. I stared at the boy. He looked to familiar. Maybe this was Cane. But he looked to mature, handsome, and stern to be my childish, annoying brother.

My dad opened the door next to me quietly.

He threw something in rather roughly but I just stared at Cane. He was so mature now but yet looked so much like himself. It had to be Cane. Who else would my dad had captured?

My dad ground the tires into the road sending my stomach flying against my spine.

"Ouch" I mumbled quietly.

I poked Cane slightly. My wounded stomach churned. "Dad!? Cane won't wake up!" I yelled rather loudly.

"Frule he'll be fine it's just some sleeping medication." He stated calmly. Really? Why sleeping medication!? I want to see him.

I looked at the foreign object my dad had thrown in not really expecting any thing but a bag. But instead it was a girl. And she had long chocolate brown hair that had been brushed back and put in a pony tail. With freckles on her cream colored cheeks. Looks like she hasn't been outside lately.

"What about this girl? She's pretty." I said getting exited that Cane had found 'girlyfriend'. I giggled quietly.

"Shut up! I'm driving! And put your seatbelt on." He said revealing a nicer side to him.

"But dad!" I protested half heartedly. Cane gasped then returned to his unconscious state.

"Don't worry Cane." I whispered to myself. "We will get out of here."