It All Started With A Basketball

Chapter 8 - Slippery Phone Case

Brandon and I didn't speak for about a week after that... incident happened.
Even when he sits next to me in 3rd period, he ignored me and I ignored him.

But, going back to present day, I was sitting on the couch at home.

Home alone, to be more specific.

On a fine, Saturday afternoon I hear a knock on my door.

Of course, you'd think I learned from past experience not to answer the door, especially since that ended with awful consequences. But I just assumed the person (or people) at the door would end up breaking in anyways so I might as well stop whoever it is from harming my personal items.

I opened the door.

It was Brandon.

Wearing his basketball uniform.

I was shocked.
We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. His eyes showed some sort of glare in them, while my eyes were filled with innocence, guilt and mostly...

Regret.

I didn't know what to do, so I did what I thought made the most sense.

I gave him a hug.
A giant hug. I didn't let go.

After a few moments, he hugged me back.
That was ended when he used this as a chance to throw me over his shoulder and take me to his car.
I didn't struggle. I hung off his shoulder like a ragdoll. He lied me down gently in the front seat of his car this time.

We just sat there.

"So what now?"
He sighed.
"Do it." Brandon says.
"Wait what?" I was confused. But that sense of confusion was soon changed into frighten when I was blindfolded. The person who did it covered my eyes and tied the knot of the blindfold behind the head rest, or in other words TIED MY HEAD TO A CAR SEAT!

"What the fudge!" I said, not able to move my head. I was about to untie the blindfold when both my hands were grabbed and tied behind the seat.
"BRANDON?!" Although it was no use calling for his help, he was probably the cause of this. "SOMEONE, ANYONE HELP!" I hollered, but my voice was soon muffled by a strip of duct tape placed across my mouth.
I heard the car start, and it began to move.

I knew I shouldn't have trusted a stranger!

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About fifteen minutes have passed.

I'm starting to question whether Brandon is actually who claims to be, or is some sort of gang leader.

Not a word has been spoken in the car.

I wonder where they're taking me...
The possibilities are endless. Yet I was too scared to find out where he was taking me. I still can't get over the fact that he tied me to a seat in his car.
I was trying my hardest to stay calm because if Brandon was actually some gang leader, he would of killed me already, so that's a good sign in my opinion.

I heard talking in the back seats and that's when I realized that we weren't alone. Brandon's henchmen were probably in the backseat laughing at how stupid this is.

Although it might be different people...

Brandon stopped the car and I heard more whispering.

Whispering honestly scares me cause they could be planning how to throw me into a river or how they feel so "smart " for basically kidnapping me AGAIN!
I felt hands tug at the blindfold.
"Cupcake? You still alive under there?" I'm guessing Brandon says to me. I could imagine him with the biggest annoying smirk ever on his face.