The High Jacking (Angie Miller)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

This is dedicated to Chantelle. She has helped me the last month with a lot of things, and not just writing. She has become a friend, and someone I can talk to if I need it. She has given me feedback on both of my fanfictions and encouraged me to continue writing. I hope I help her as much as she has me. So this part is dedicated to you and I hope you like it! :)

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I looked around the room for a way out. There was nothing in the room. Only a small window allowing limited moonlight into the cellar. I stood up and tested how far the chain would reach, and how much pull it allowed. I was able to walk about three quarters of the way to the wall across from me, and to both walls on either side. The chain wasn't restricting where I went, it was keeping us from escaping.

Us.

I looked over to the corner on the far wall. The girl was curled in a ball with her arms wrapped around herself and her knees pulled up to her chest. I slumped my shoulders. The men had said they wanted my father dead, but why would they need a second hostage if this had to do with my family. It didn't make sense. Maybe I can convince them to let her go.

I walked over to the wall, but kept a distance from her. At least she wasn't crying anymore.

"Hey." I rubbed the back of my neck. "How are you doing?"

How is she doing?! What kind of a question is that?

She looked up at me. If looks could kill I would currently be six feet under.

"How am I?" She said in a deadly whisper. "I have been kidnapped, and to make matters worse, I was kidnapped with an idiot!"

I bit my lip. "How exactly am I an idiot?"

She scoffed and turned her face away from me. Using her curly hair as a shield between us.

"If you hadn't figured it out I was trying to stall. You know hopefully give the cops time to get to the bus so we weren't kidnapped or anyone was shot!" I stepped forward. I had been called an idiot many times, but having her call me one just made me want to prove her wrong. "If I was an idiot would I know that we are somewhere in Rhode Island."

She looked up disbelievingly. "How would you know that?"

"The bus was high jacked on Sohier Rd. We made a left, then a right, heading towards the highway. We picked up speed got on I-95 S. We were on the highway about 82 miles. We got off somewhere after that. I've traveled enough to know that Rhode Island is about 100 miles away from Beverly." I sat down against the wall. "Am I stupid now."

She rolled her eyes. "I never said you were stupid, I said you were an idiot!"

"Okay I'm an idiot, now can we focus on how we're supposed to get out of here?" I sighed. "There's no way I can break this chain. I don't even want to know what these are normally used for." I looked at the thick chain that was dragging on the floor around me feet.

"Why do they want your dad dead?"

I laughed. "Who doesn't?"

"You think this is funny?" She questioned angry.