Falling

Chapter 8

~Janet POV~

James danced with me on the dance floor, his hair soaking wet from sweat. I grinded with him on the dance floor, sweaty bodies surrounding us. He held my hips as I leaned and grinded my bum on him.

"What was your name again?" James asked yelling for the loud music.

"That's not important..." I said standing straight up and turned to him. Then I put my finger on his mouth.

"Let's get out of here." I said holding James' hand and leading him out the club. I took him to my van, and his clumsily walked up to it.

"This is a weird black truck for a little girl like you." James said looking at the car. I had put a brick right beside my car. I crept and got the brick.

"Why would you have a truck like this?" James asked, obviously high.

"Because." I said, then hit him in the head.

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~James POV~

"I don't know, what if I killed him?" I heard a girl ask.

"Look, the little piece of shit is waking up." I heard a man's voice say.

"Fuck. He can't see me!" I heard the guy say and walk out. When I fully opened my eyes, I saw myself in a dirty concrete walled room. I saw the girl I was with earlier at the pub... well I think I was with her. My head hurts like shit.

"James." She said putting her hands on her hips, her smoky eye make up sort of smeared. I tried to focus my eyes, they'd focus then unfocus. Was I... drugged?

"Anywho, I have you now. Well, we have you know." She said.

"Wait, who is we?" I asked.

"A lady never tells." The mystery girl said.

"You don't seem like a lady to me." I snapped.

"Hey, your smart talk isn't getting you anywhere." She said. I gained more consciousness, and I realized that I was tied to a chair. I looked around, and there were no windows, I don't even know what time of day it is.

"Where am I?" I asked with a little more worry.

"You are safe. That's all you have to know. We don't want to hurt you, we want to learn information from you." She said.

"About what?" I asked.

"Your family. Whatever we ask, you will answer... or else you will be punished. Either sexually, or violently." She explained.

"Why me?" I asked.

"Oh James..." The girl said puckering her lips like she was talking down to a little kid. Then she bent down and she put her face close to mine. She rubbed her finger down my face.

"You were the weakest link..." She explained. Then she stood up and began to walk farther to the back of the empty dusty room.

"Will you ever let me go?" I asked.

"Maybe, but not anytime soon." She said standing at a table. I adjusted my eyes to look over her, onto the table. It was torture tools.

"You know." She said quickly turning around, and I looked away. "Your boyfriend tried to save you. He cares about you..." She said.

"Nick?" I said with anger. "What did you do with him?" I growled.

"Your little faggot is fine, he's at your apartment probably worried to pieces." She said.

"When can I see him again?" I asked looked down and tapping my foot.

"I don't know." She said putting both hands on her hips. I then began to weep.

"Oh shut the fuck up." She said walking up to me, and kissed me on the lips. At first, I was shocked, then I closed my eyes and kissed her back... it just... worked. Then, she pulled back.

"See? Your not gay. Get over it." She said.

"Yes I am... when he's with me... I feel it... I feel love... not lust..." I explained as she walked away again, then she turned towards me. Can this girl ever keep still.

"Exactly! You feel attracted to me right?" She asked. I didn't want to answer, I didn't want to admit I was.

"Are you!?!" She asked. I still kept quiet. Then she back up to the table with the torture tools.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Huh? I can't hear you." She said walking towards me.

"Yes!" I yelled. "But I'm attracted to him too so I am gay!"

"No James... your not. Your bisexual." She said shaking her head, and my eyes widened.