After a good three or four hours the van stops. I look around at the men to see which one of them is gonna move. They all just stare at me kind of evilly. Well, except the one who let me get my iPod. After a good 5 minutes though, we move again.
After another 30 minutes or so the same guy comes toward me. "What are you listening to?" He asks. I don't respond though, just glare at him. "Look, Alanna is it? They took my daughter and this is the only way to get her back."
"By taking someone else's? You know I have a mother who's probably worried sick about me. Why would you want anybody else to go through the same thing?" He looks at me and says "You have a point. I'm just selfish I guess." Its silent for a second, but then he asks again. "What are you listening to?"
"My Chemical Romance." I reply sharply, hoping he'd take the hint.
He doesn't.
He takes an earphone and listens along. I sigh and glare at him, but he only smiles in return. I roll my eyes and stare out of the window.
(A/N: Short chappy I know, but frankly, I forgot all about this book. I'm sorry, please don't hate me.)
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Mr. Sheeran's Forbidden Flowers
FanfictionEd Sheeran is bad in this story. We all know our teddy would never do the things mentioned in this story, but this is what goes on in my fucked up head. Enough about that. Let's begin.
