Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Five

I wake up in a dimly lit room. I look around, there isn't much to the room. I'm on a bed that is against the far wall with the cell door straight across from it. Next to the bed is a shelf-table with a chair. Next to that is a gross toilet with a connected sink. Then you're at the cell door.

"Look who's finally awake," the guy who grabbed me stands behind the door.

I sit up on the bed and look at him through the window of the door, "What did you arrest me because I didn't let you steal from me?"

"No, if you just let me take that petty cash we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Whatever."

"Do you want dinner or not?"

I sit back on my bed and cross my arms. I raise a challenging eyebrow.

He glares at me, and looks at the tray of food. He opens the little compartment on the door and he shoves the tray through it. It lands on the floor with a thud. Most of the food flies off the tray.

I stand up, and he smirks, thinking I'm getting the food. I walk to the door slowly.

I put my face close to the glass and he moves closer.

I raise my hand, then I slam it down on the glass. He jumps back.

I glare at him, "When I'm getting out of here, liar."

He laughs coldly, "Liar?"

"You told me you weren't going to kidnap me. And yet I am locked in a cell."

"Hm, I guess I am a liar," he smirks. "Enjoy the meal, spoiled brat." He didn't call me a brat.

My blood boils, "Do not call me spoiled."

His smirk deepens, knowing he hit a nerve. He turns around and starts to walk away, but before he does he adds over his shoulder, "Mommy and Daddy can't buy you out of this one, babe."

I slam my fist down on the door.

I look down at the food spilled around my feet. I wrinkle my noise, the food is beans, these are spilled all over the floor, some brown lump of some type of meat, that is now laying of the floor, and a bit of red Jell-O, the only thing that didn't end up on the floor, and a small carton of apple juice.

I eat a little bit of the Jell-O and drink the apple juice. Then I use a napkin that came with my 'meal' to clean up the spilt food. I put it on the tray and throw the tray out the little door. I make sure it spills everywhere.

Smiling at my small victory, I lay on my uncomfortable cot. There's a paper thin, scratchy blanket and no pillow. When I close my eyes, I can't sleep. The only thing I can think of is why they want me here.

I wake up at who knows what time. There's some sun shining through the one window in my cell.

"Good morning, babe," the guy is leaning against the wall next to the door. His muscles show through his thin tee-shirt. I'm careful not to stare though.

"Good morning," I glare.

He unlocks the cell door.

I jump up, out of bed. "What are you doing?"

"You ask so many questions," he groans. He grabs my forearm and pulls me out of my cell.

I basically have to run to keep up with his quick pace.

"Can you slow down, I don't have as long of legs as you!"

He ignores me, and even speeds up slightly.

In response, I stop walking and pick up my legs so I drag him down slightly with me.

He grumbles under his breath, then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I start punching his back.

He purposely starts bouncing with every step. I flail my legs around, kicking him several times.

"You're so annoying," he states and sets me on the ground.

To be more annoying, I don't move.

"Either you walk or I carry you."

I cross my arms.

He huffs and slides his arms under my legs and under my arms. I scream as he picks me up bridal style. I throw my arms around his neck to keep myself up.

"Is this better?" he asks, sarcastically.

"Yes, thank you."

He says something I can't hear so I just let it go.

We get to a door and he sets me on my feet.

"Listen, when we enter this door, it's going to be different. You're going to have to obey me."

I laugh, "Obey you? What am I a dog?"

He sighs, "Behind this door, there's bosses of my boss. Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Don't make me look bad.

I huff but go along with it anyways. If I stay quiet and obedient it keeps the attention off me.

He holds the door open for me to walk through first. What a gentleman. We walk down a corridor with many doors on either side. As we make our way, I remember every turn we take. Left at the fire extinguisher, first right after that.

We walk down a hallway, with only one door at the very end. Except, this door is different than any other in the past halls. While the other doors were simple, silver doors with normal handles, this one had two big doors that looked heavy. Also two big security guards stood on either side of it. The guy moves in front of me, and tightens his grip on my wrist.

One of the guards check the guy's card, the other stares at me. He examines my body like a cat examines a mouse before it eats it. I blush, and step a little closer to the guy. He looks back at me with a smirk, thinking I'm flirting or something. When he sees my discomfort, he looks at the security guard.

"This is Brianna Johns. Dylan and Zach's daughter," the guy snaps.

The security guard stands up straighter, his face as pale as a ghost, and looks any where but me.

The guards let us through the strange door. When the guards open the door, I see that the doors are inches thick.

"It's good to see you again, Bri," my head snaps away from the door and into the room.

My gaze meets my parents and older sister.

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Author's Note

Yay! Early update! I'll still update on Saturday, so bonus update I guess? Yay!

I have so many story ideas in my head and I can't write them down and it's a struggle you know?

Anyways, catch ya on the flippity flop!

-Anna