Kidnapped Two

The Coppies

Harry slept for a lonngggg time. The Rays decided to head back home, but we stayed at the hospital through the night. The nurses gave us some food and we stationed ourselves on a large couch in the waiting room where people were bustling about. It was too noisy for us to sleep, so me and Liam just sat up and talked for a while. 

After a few hours, at six in the morning, Harry woke up. We went in to see him, and he was laying in a new room watching tv.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Liam asked. 

"My head kinda hurts," Harry said. "Like a lot." 

"Yeah, well you did get brain surgery," Liam replied.

"How long did they say you have to be here?" I asked.

"Like three days," He responded. "And I gotta take medication every hour. The pills are like the size of my head."

"At least the chip is out," I said. 

"So now Jean can't touch a button and make me die," Harry replied.

"Yeah. But there's still a problem, Kayla's still with him," Liam said.

"They couldn't have gotten that far yet, right?" I asked. 

"Well Jean probably has a plane, so yeah, they could get far," Harry sighed.

"Well you still look pretty tired, so go back to sleep and just worry about getting better for now," Liam said.

Harry fell back asleep almost instantly, and when the Rays came back we decided to all head back to the house since Harry probably wouldn't wake up for a long time. When we got back, I fell asleep quickly on the bed.

I woke up a few hours later. The Rays were sitting at the table, looking worried at something they were reading.

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"We have to get out of here. I think that the police are on to us," Clay explained.

"What do you mean? You guys haven't done anything that bad, right?"

"Well it looks bad," Drew said. "Someone must have seen us in that alley with Jean, look." He held up a newspaper and on the cover was a picture of all of us in the alley, The Rays and Harry and Liam beating up Jean. "I think they're searching for us right now, and with Harry in the hospital it won't be that hard to find us."

"Well we can't just get Harry out now, it could be dangerous, especially since he hasn't healed yet," Liam objected.

"Do you have any other ideas?" Drew asked. "The police could be here any second."

Liam and I looked at each other. "Yeah, alright," Liam said. 

We were opening the doors when sirens sounded from down the street and two cop cars appeared in front of our house. 

"Freeze!" One of them said, holding up a gun to us.

I stayed in my room the rest of the night after the beach. Someone knocked on the door, probably one of Jean's crew people, and set food outside my door which I ate greedily. Then I went to sleep without talking, or seeing, Jean. 

The next morning I woke to a light raping on my door and Jean's voice saying, "We're leaving in twenty minutes. Get up."  And then I heard his footsteps walking away. 

I groaned but got up. I really really really didn't want to go to Cuba. I'd be a lot harder to be reunited with the others if we were, you know, in different countries. I pulled myself out of bed and looked in the mirror. There was an ugly, purpleish bruise on the left side of my face where Jean had punched me, and I didn't have any makeup or anything to cover it up.

I walked down the stairs to see Jean, the two boys, the big man, and the girl sitting there. Jean pointed at the two boys and the girl and said, "they aren't coming with us,"

"Why not?" I asked as I made my way to the kitchen to get one of the muffins sitting there. I carefully avoided his gaze. 

"They have some other buisness to tend to in France," Jean answered. "But don't worry, big guy here is coming with us."

I looked at the large, scary man, and said, "Greeeaaattt." 

"We have to leave now," Big guy said, "If we want to get to Cuba in-"

"Wait," I said, spotting something something on the table in front of him. "What's that?"

"It's nothing," Jean said, reaching for it, but I got their first and grabbed it. It was a newspaper article. 

"The cops are looking for Harry, Liam, The rays, Marisa, me, and you?!" I exclaimed. 

"Yes," Jean said patinetly, taking the newpaper out of  my hands. "Which is all the more reason for us to get to Cuba now, before the cops come."

"What about Harry and them?"

Jean's eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of Harry. "I'm sure The Rays have them covered. They're annoying, but they're not stupid. The Rays know what they're doing, and they'll know how to hide from the police. Now let's go."

I opened my mouth to object, then decided against it and followed Jean and Big guy out of the house and into the same car that me and Jean had ridden in to get to the house. 

Jean, sadly, got in the back with me. 

"Look," he said, "About yesterday-"

"It's fine," I snapped, and looked the other way. Clearly, it was not fine but Jean didn't say anything else, so I didn't either. 

It took us about half an hour to get to the plane, which was a small jet. "Who's flying this thing?" I asked. 

Jean motioned to Big guy, who's name I still couldn not remember. "Him. He's liscened, no need to worry."

I shrugged. "I've been in plane crashes before. No big deal." This made Jean smile, but when he saw the look on my face it faded quickly. He actually looked genuienly sorry about hitting me, but that didn't make it any better. 

I got on the plane, mainly because I figured I didn't have any other option, and just as it took off Jean's phone rang. "Yeah?" he said. "They did? Are you sure?" A pause. "There only stupid fault. What about-" he glanced at me, "the boy?" Another pause. "Okay. Just go France, it's not our problen anymore." Then he hung up. 

"What was that about?" I asked. 

"Nothing."

I crossed my arms. "You owe me."

He sighed, "It's not that big of a deal. It's just..." he paused, "we think that the cops may have got The Rays and Marisa and Liam, took them to jail."

My eyed widened, "What about Harry?"

Jean cringed when I said Harry, but responded. "He's...with them."

"You're lying," I said. 

"He's in a hospital. The cops left him there for him to heal."

"Why?!"

"I don't know every little detail, Kayla. That's all I know. Now shush up, it's a looong ride to Cuba."