The "Boondock" Kids

*****

The last thing Trisha remembered was been hit on the head with the butt of Ashley's gun.

Then she fell into consciousness.

"Trisha..."

Tyrone..? Tyrone....

"Trisha."

That voice....that's not Tyrone.

Splash!

"The fuck?!" Trisha shakes out of her dream stake and is pulled back into reality. She remembers everything, Ashley, the kidnap...

She feels her blood boil.

"'Bout time you woke up," the boy says as he tosses the bucket away. She looks up at the attractive, strong built boy with mocha eyes and a dark, short, spikey mohawk. He wears all black.

Trisha looks down and almost gasps when she realises she's out of her clothes, and instead, dressed in an orange jumpsuit. Well, thanks to him, a wet orange jumpsuit. She shakes some curls out of her eyes as her wet hair slumps over her shoulders.

"What. The fuck." She breathes hard, her blossoming chest heaving back and forth. "Did you undress me?"

He shrugs. "Its not like I touched your 'assets' or anything." He winks. "Really nice size though...but you know what'll suit those babies better? D-cup."

"You pervert!!!" Trisha begins to stand up and launch at him, but is pulled back immediately. "Huh?" She pulls her hands in front of her, and is shocked to see that bound around her wrists are metal bracelets, with chains attached to them that go all the way back behind her, to the wall. She whips her head back at the boy. "You..." she clenches her fists. "You..."

"Temper temper," he says waving his finger. "Rela-"

"How the fuck do you expect me to relax?! You fucking kidnapped me you sonofabitch!"

He presses his lips together. "I'll come back when your a little...calmed down. Sleep tight." He turns around and walks out of the dark room, shutting the metal door behind him.

"No! No!" Trisha tries to pull away from the chains. "Get me outta here! Help!" She struggles, but has no chance of winning. "Get me out of here..." She drops to her knees, onto the cold concrete floor. "Someone help me..."

*****

As Huey refills the tank at the gas station, Riley and Caesar walk into the store with the money they have. Meanwhile Tyrone sits in the car, he stares down at the number currently typed on the keyboard, wondering if its worth calling or not. "Trish..." he whispers.

He knew it was no use. Someone obviously took her phone.

And he was right.

"Ty...Psst..."

Tyrone's ears perk up.

"Psst!" Tyrone looks back and gasps when he sees Janet knelt in the back.

"Janny??"

"Shush!!!" She glares up at him. "I had to come."

"Its not sa-"

"Nigga shut the hell up with that mess..." Janet climbs in from the back and lands right next to him, catching the attention of Huey from outside.

"What the hell...Janet!" Janet jolts as she hears his uncle's thunderous voice. She lowers her head as she slowly opens the door and steps out. She makes a nervous smile. "Heh. Hi, Uncle Huey..."