Song : G- Eazy- Calm Down
* You should listen to it, so that you can understand one of the parts.. you don't have to though..*
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" Dude, Did you grab her phone?", Tyler asked.
" Nah, I forgot", Damien answered, reaching in my pocket and pulling my only hope for freedom away from me.
They closed the trunk and hopped in the car, hinted by the slamming doors from every corner.
After about 15 minutes of licking, and shifting my mouth the get the duct tape to come off, I gave up...what brand did they use because this ish is strong dude.
I wiggled my head against my shoulders a few times , managing to get the blindfold off.
Letting my eyes adjust to the light, I looked around and saw 3 shadows. Two were in the front two seats and one in the back.
I kicked the backseat, " MHMMM MHM HMM!"
One of the brawny grassholes decided to fart, and let me tell you that it sounded like it came from the depths of hell and smelled like somebody died.
Plus, that disgusting son of a biscuit had the nerve to laugh. I'm in tears dying from lack of oxygen and you're laughing. They better not untie me because if they do, it's going to be some consequences and repercussions.
Damien scrunched up his face " Seriously! Tyler, that is nasty! Roll down the window or something!"
"MHMM MMMM MMMM MM!", I hissed through the duct tape.
"Shut up back there! I'm trying to get some shut eye!", the dude in the backseat hissed.
"MMMHM MHMHMM MMMM MMM MMM MMMMMM!!"
Damien, who was driving turned turned his head around, " Jessie take the tape off of her mouth. I'm sick of her scream mumbling."
Doing as he was told Jessie ripped the tape off taking some peach fuzz with it.
" OUCH!", I cried out, " Why the heck did you rip it off like that?!"
"My bad! Calm down!"
"Fuck that I'm too lit, can't calm down.", I unconsciously replied.
His eyes lit up, " I'm so drunk right now might fall down , I don't give a fuck, how boring do y'all sound."
"Up and down on a Wednesday. Then we do the same shit the next day. The next star out the Bay is Eazy. Yada I mean fo sho, yada I mean foshezzy. Aye!" , we rapped in sync.
I gasped," Hold up, first off, what's your name? Secondly, You listen to G-Eazy too?!"
" My name is Jessie and hell yeah I do! I'm from the Bay Area ,so I support the artists who make it. I went and bought When It's Dark Out when the same day it released."
*To be honest-- G-Eazy should really pay me for this promotion. Kay bye*
" Jessie.. I like it.. and really? That's great, you should let me listen to it sometime because it's on my phone that I DON'T HAVE! Which brings me back my point... I have questions, plenty of them actually.
1. WHY I am tied up in a trunk of a truck?!
2. Who are y'all?!, What do you want?
3. Do y'all just go around breaking in random people's houses and kidnapping them?! "
Jessie leaned over the seat, " You know, the word kidnapping just seems so rude. I prefer the term "Surprise Adoption".
I raised one eyebrow, ready to school this dude.
" Sir... There is a major difference. Adoption is consensual between both parties or their proxies.
Kidnapping is not! And also I don't recall being put on the adoption list because I have parents to whom which I am their kid. So I'm a kid that's been napped... I'm a napped teen! So if you want to get technical I can go there buddy."
He laughed, not like a regular laugh, but one of those laughs that make your stomach muscles hurt.
"What's so funny? Do I amuse you?"
"Why do you ask so many questions? ," Damien groaned from the driver's seat .
"Well I wouldn't have so many if I wasn't here which again brings me back to my original question: Why am I tied up in the back of a truck?!"
"You'll find out soon enough."
I sighed and slumped down. I turned my body so that my feet was facing against the back of the seat.
I laid like that for 30 seconds before I started kicking the seat.
"What the hell man?!", Jessie yelled, jumping up.
"What do you want me to do? There's nothing else to do!"
"Well don't kick my seat!"
Damien interjected, " How about we play the quiet game?"
"Yeah, most people who get napped don't talk.. they cry," Tyler co-signed.
I huffed, " I'm not normal, if you couldn't tell already. "
"And hey, hey you," I said, pointing to Tyler, "You tried to butter me up earlier, helping me with the stupid gas thing, using that stupid pick up line.. You know this is all your fault!"
He whipped his head around, " Woah, woah, woah. This is not my fault! If anything it's yours! And butter you up? I was TRYING to be nice and plus that pickup line is gold, you were blus-"
Damien slammed on the brakes, sending everyone flying forward.
" SHUT UP!", he yelled at both me and Tyler.
Tyler rose his hands up, " But I didn-"
"SHUT UP!", his voice boomed, before turning towards me, " Do you want to get the duct tape back on?"
I shook my head no.
" Ok then, shut up and go to sleep! If I hear one more peep out of you, you're going to the torture room when we get to the house. Get it?"
My eyes turned wide with fear. A torture room... who even has one of those?
" Am I clear?!" his voice roared with too much authority for one person to possess.
" Crystal," I respond shakily.
*So nasty and so rude..You know, remind me to never make him mad again. I got a good idea, maybe I should refer him to an anger management class... Yeah.. that's a good idea. Let me hurry up and leave before he goes off on me.. Kay Bye*
He put the vehicle back in motion. I laid down again, feeling the stiff carpet against my back. The whole car was quiet. The only audible noises you heard were shallow breathing from everybody. In a way I guess it was relaxing, because the next thing I know I was drifting to sleep.
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-Obviously, if you couldn't tell by now, I'm a G-Eazy fan, so of course I had to incorporate him somewhere. He should really pay me for promotion though...
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