‘Shut up!’ a voice growled from somewhere behind me.
I gulped, my stomach churning as I heard a few more footsteps and then another voice. ‘Quiet, you. I don’t ever remember telling you that you could speak to her like that.’
‘Oh, I just thought it’d add to the effect, you know? Anyway, maybe we should take the blindfold off.’
‘Hmm … I’m not sure if she’s learned her lesson yet. Do you think she’s frightened enough? I want her to remember every single moment of this. Maybe she’ll actually listen to me the next time I tell her something.’
I frowned. What the hell were they talking about? Was I frightened enough …? Seriously, I wasn’t in the mood for joking. Were they going to kill me or not? What were they going to do with Sam? Was he okay … or was he dead? Who was the other person with Mr Riddle? Which one of them was Mr Riddle? Did I know them? How come nobody heard my screams and came running to help? Why wasn’t no one rescuing me? Where the hell was Ryan when I needed him? Or Dan? Or Sinead? Or my parents?
Rolled over slightly, hoping to get a better view of my kidnappers through my stupid blindfold. However, one of them noticed that I was trying to look and fixed the blindfold, tying it painfully tight.
‘Kyle, get your hands off her. You’re hurting her,’ one of them snapped, scolding the other. Kyle? It wasn’t Kyle, was it? Ryan’s friend Kyle? My friend Kyle? But, actually – now that I thought about it – Kyle did sound an awful lot like whoever this Kyle was. But he wouldn’t do this to me. He wasn’t Mr Riddle! He hated Mr Riddle! If Kyle was anything to do with Mr Riddle then Ryan was going to murder him. But how was I to know? I was going to be dead soon enough.
‘Who are yous?’ I demanded, wondering if they’d actually have the guts to tell me their names before they murdered me. I supposed I just wanted to know so I could spread the rumour around wherever I went after death.
One of them laughed, obviously finding this situation amusing. ‘Now why on earth would we tell you that, Little Laura?’ I guessed that voice was belonged to Mr Riddle because he was basically my stalker and would know about that nickname.
‘Well if you’re going to kill me it doesn’t really make a difference, does it? Why don’t you just show me your faces rather than being little pussies?’ I said, sounding much more brave than I actually was. ‘Just tell me who you are … I’ve been dying to know …’
The two of them chuckled, taking a few steps closer to me. ‘We’re not going to kill you, Laura, think of this as just … a warning. Something to remember if you try anything stupid again …’
A warning? Relief flooded through me. I wasn’t going to die. I still had a chance to see Ryan again and everyone else that I loved … I was going to live. I still had a chance to go to college, get married and have a family, have the life I had always wanted. This was just a warning … But what did they need to warn me about? I didn’t do anything to go against him. I did absolutely everything he told me to do, even going behind my own boyfriend’s back. This didn’t make sense … Why did they need to tie me up, gag and blindfold me? Why did they have to take Sam, too? Why couldn’t Mr Riddle just threaten me in a little message?
Maybe they were lying. Maybe they were going to kill me after all? Panic crept up my veins. I started shaking, and black spots formed in front eyes. It had been a long time since I had a panic attack, but now I was sure one was on its way. At least I wasn’t standing, otherwise I would’ve fainted. I tried taking deep, rhythmic breaths but it barely helped. I was really doomed. I was going to die –
‘Ryan, let’s drop it. She’s gonna be in a mess if we keep this up any longer,’ I heard one of them say, but I could barely pay attention. I was going to die. I was going to die. I was going to die. That’s all I could think about. Seventeen wasn’t an age to die! And then the familiar face of Ryan Morris came into my view as he untied the blindfold around my eyes and took the rag out of my mouth. Meanwhile, Kyle was busy untying the ropes around my ankles and wrists. I cried once more and fainted.
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You Made Me Fall, But That's Okay
Teen FictionBoy, I sure did fall for him. He was my everything, all I had ever wanted. And he loved me, too. He was my first love, my first kiss, my first everything. He was all I could think about, and I was all he could think about. But with love, there also...
