Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Four

My breathing increases as the guy stares me down.

"Why are you following me?" My voice shakes.

"I'm not following you, I was invited. Did you know our parents work together?"

"Who are you?"

"Like I'd tell you. C'mon, we're going on a field trip," he grabs my forearm.

I try to pull away, anger boiling up inside me. "Stop, leave me alone!"

He pulls me tight, even as I struggle. He is much stronger than me and he keeps me in one place.

I pause for a second, "Why-why do you have so much interest in me?"

"It's the boss, but you are pretty."

"So is this how you get all of your girls, robbing and kidnapping?"

"No, girls flock to me."

"Is it your charm, or your amazing ability to manhandle?"

"They say good looks, but I think manhandling helps to," he whispers and cracks a grin.

I look up at him. "It's like you're two different people," it's barely audible even to myself.

"It comes with the job," he replies, just as quiet.

"Job?"

"We have to go."

"Where?"

"Don't make-"

On the other side of the creek, you can hear someone walking toward us.

I turn, as much as I can with the guy holding me.

"I'm handling this," the guy growls, his chest rumbling.

"Obviously not very well," I struggle to turn more, and the guy lets me.

Now I'm standing with my back flush against his chest. I see that the person on the other side is actually three people. A man in the center, with a girl to his left and a guy to his right. The two on the sides are about three steps behind the man, and they look to be somewhere near my age. All three look absolutely terrifying.

"Are you done dancing? We need to get her out. Now," the man yells, making me jump.

"I was just doing that, if you'll let me get back to my job," my guy, I mean the guy holding me not like my guy. He's his own person and does what he wants-anyways. The guy holding me turns and pushes me towards my house. After a couple steps, I turn to see if those people are still watching.

They're gone.

At the house, the guy walks me in to the room my parents are in. On the walk up, he told me what to say. He encouraged me with the help of a metal friend digging into my back.

"Mom, Dad, is it okay if my friend and I leave? He got movie tickets and it starts soon," I lie smoothly.

He's hiding the gun pointed at my back by standing half behind me. Though to my parents it looks like he's being a cute boyfriend and cuddling me or whatever, he is in fact threatening my life.

"Oh, of course!" Mom replies, quickly.

We hurry out of the room and out of the house, before they can start to ask questions. On the street, he puts the gun away.

"What if I run?"

"What?"

"I said, what if I run? You put the gun away, so what's stopping me from running?"

"The fact that I have a gun, and that my coworkers aren't too far behind, should stop you."

"So, are you kidnapping me for ransom? Because if so, you grabbed the wrong daughter. They'd pay more for Valerie, she has more accomplishments than Jamie or me."

"I'm not kidnapping you."

"Then what are you doing, taking me away without my, or my legal guardian's consent?"

"Yeah, that's how I'd put it."

"I'm pretty sure that's the definition for kidnapping."

"I'm pretty sure you should be more scared."

We're walking down the street, waiting for his team to pick us up and take me to wherever.

"Scared?"

"I just held you at gunpoint! I'm taking you away from your family, for who knows how long!"

I shrug, "You're being too nice."

"Trust me, my teammates aren't as nice."

As if on cue, a black van skids to a stop in front of us and the door slides open. The guy with me picks me up and practically throws me inside the van.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. It doesn't work.

"Brianna Johns," I sit straighter in my seat. The man from the other side of the creek sits next to me. The guy from the creek is driving, the girl is in the passenger's seat. And the guy who grabbed me is on my other side.

I lace my fingers in my lap and stay quiet. I have so many questions but I don't voice any of them.

"I thought you said she was chatty," the man on my left says to the guy on my right.

The guy just shrugs.

I can feel the eyes of everyone but the driver on me, so I stare straight ahead. We're driving through my neighborhood.

"Are you going to do it, or do I have to?" The man asks.

The guy grumbles, but then shuffles around. I don't look to see what he pulls out.

In one swift motion, he covers my eyes with a soft cloth.

"A blindfold, really?"

"So she does speak, for a second I thought you grabbed a mute," the man says.

I roll my eyes under the fabric, even though they can't see it. "So, what is the plan for me?"

"The plan is to keep you in the dark, babydoll."

I cringe at the nickname. "Babydoll? Really? You are so original! Honestly, how did you come up with that?"

I hear a very quiet snicker from the guy on my right.

"Do you have any chloroform?" the man asks to no one in particular.

"Please, that'd be better than listening to you talk," I mumble.

"Jeez, someone shut her up!" the driver grumbles, speaking for the first time.

For the second time, I feel a cloth press against my face. Even though I asked for it, I hold my breath as long as I can.

Slowly, the drug starts to work. I start drifting off.

I fight against unconsciousness.

But I lose.

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Author's Note

I am so sorry this is late!! I'm at a friend's house and I left my phone in her room so I didn't have it like all night!! I'm so so so sorry!!

-Anna