Same Difference

Chapter 6-Kidnapped

The limo door slammed behind me and I was scooped up into a hug. What the hell!? I did the first thing that popped into my head. I kicked him where no man wants to be kicked.

He growled in pain and fell on the limo floor in the fetal position. I looked around me.

Dad? Marcel? Logan?

I took a look at the guy on the floor.

'Holy crap! James, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!' He nodded to show I was forgiven. Then a thought dawned on me.

'How did you find me!? And why did you have me kidnapped from the mall!?' Logan and Marcel looked uncomfortable as my father spoke,

'The bank told me where and when your card was used and as for the snatch and run, it seemed easier than a big scene in the middle of a shop.'

Logan glared at my dad. 'For the record Marcel and I wanted to come in and talk to you not kidnap you.'  I sent a small smile to them as James got up.

'Why is there purple in your hair? And did you always have so many earrings in your ears, when you left you were in Logan's clothing, weren't you?' I rolled my eyes at his absolute confusion.

'I just got the piercings and the dye. It's permanent by the way.'

I smirked at their shocked faces and Lolo chuckled. Even Marcel seemed to enjoy their shock.

I scooted over so I was sitting between Logan and the door.

My dad glowed at me. 'Take. Those. Out. Now.'

'No.'

'Donna!'

That's it. I'm not talking to him until he calls me Evelyn. I turned so I was facing the door and jammed my headphones in my ears. Change your life by little mix blasted into my head.

How ironic. That's exactly what I plan to do.

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The song had repeated about twelve times when Logan carefully removed one ear bud. 'We're at the hotel.'

I turned off my music and followed them inside. The elevator ride was awkward, at the very least quiet. When we reached our floor Marcel and Logan gave me apologetic looks and went to their rooms.

Great.

James smiled at me kindly. 'Can I show you your room?' I nodded silently.

My dad handed me a key card and walked off while James guided me to the empty room next to his. I put in the card and the door beeped open.

My room was nice. It was medium sized with a lounge and a connected bedroom. It was sort of like a three room house - huge lounge, bedroom and bathroom. James gave me a tour and pointed out the fact that my bag of clothes with my laptop were in here the whole time.

'Feel free to use room service whenever you want and don't lose that key card.' I nodded and he left looking awkward.

I pulled out my laptop and opened Google. I searched *James Moor's sister*

There was already an article about the car crash although El wasn't mentioned. It talked about how I refused to eat in hospital and didn't want to live with my father.

They found me. Took them fifteen years but they did it. At least they got most of the facts right.

I scrolled to a new article, there were pictures of me at the mall today. They were calling me "RebelMoor" I think I like that.

I opened Twitter and clicked the create account button. I set my name as @Evelyn_RebelMoor. I used the webcam built into my laptop to snap a profile picture making sure my purple streaks and piercings were visible. Time for my first tweet.

@Evelyn_RebelMoor: I'm living with @James_Moor and @Louis_Moor! So weird.

Their names are so unimaginative. Oh well, I hit tweet and then a thought hit me. I gotta find Logan and Marcel's Twitter pages!

I found Marcel after a few minutes and sent him a message.

@Evelyn_RebelMoor: Thanks for letting me play around on your drums @Marcel_Drummer4Eva.

Logan was harder to find but I did it and messaged him too.

@Evelyn_RebelMoor: Thanks for being my friend @Lolo_bear I wouldn't be able to survive this without ur chocolates waffles :P

I sent it and followed the four of them.

Logan followed me back instantly, then Marcel and later James.

My Twitter showed I had a private message.

@Lolo_bear: Sorry @James_Moor  was such an ass-h*le to you @Evelyn_RebelMoor. P.S. Nice name :)

I like his name too. It's my nick-name for him and the bear bit sounds cute. I'm gonna go follow people! I have to find my boys now and by my boys I mean One Direction.

Yes, I'm a huge Directioner, I've loved them since they were on the x-factor especially Niall. What? He's hot ok... and sweet and kind hearted and a food monster and honest and caring and I'm rambling again.

I found Nialler!!! Oops my crazy is showing.

I followed the five of them and logged onto YouTube. I searched *James Moor Family* and got fifty results. They're mostly James and my father until I saw the last one.

*Donna Moor Birthday* I clicked it and a video from my seventh birthday popped up. I was wearing a pink fairy dress, tiara and lumo green converse. The shoes were El's idea and I loved it.

How did this get on YouTube!? It's private! I clicked on the user’s icon. There user name was "JM_da_SexyBeast" Ok... my brother being called a sexy beast is beyond weird.

I marked the video as spam and checked they didn't have any more of me. They didn't.

I logged off and curled up on the sofa. I feel really sleepy...

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Mmmm? What the fudge? I felt something wet so I rolled onto my back to check. Please say I didn't pee my self!

HOLY MOTHER OF RAINBOW POOPIE!!! Blood! Wait where did it come from.... I felt a wrenching in my stomach... Oh Shit.

I threw up a huge mouthful of blood onto the floor. The metallic taste was horrible as it lingered in my mouth. There was blood on my shirt. Was I throwing up in my sleep!? Uggh... Need help.

I picked up my phone and dialled James, he picked up on the second ring.

'What's up Evelyn?'

I choked out, 'Help me...' and threw up again, this time there was more. James cursed on the phone and rung off.

A minute later the door slammed open and in ran James. 'Oh Shit! What the hell happened?' I wrenched up another mouthful of blood. He scooped me up in his arms as soon at the bloody vomit stopped and ran to the elevator. He made a call on his phone and the manager had a wheelchair waiting for us in the lobby.

If I weren't feeling like I was dyeing I would have been extremely excited to play in the chair...

James loaded me into the limo and got into the driver’s seat. I think I passed out because the next thing I remembered was James carrying me into a hospital and being strapped to a stretcher.

I was wheeled into a room with bright lights and people in surgical masks, a mask was put on my face and sticky sweet smelling gas hit me.

I let out an ear piercing scream as pain ripped throughout my body. It was like being set on fire and PMSing at the same time. Holy Mother of rainbows!

I want my mommy...

Author's Note: Hi... Okay, Toodles Noodles.

XOXO