Picture of Kayden <3 and video of (my husband to be) Tanner Patrick's 'Merry Go Round' on the side! BTW Back of Ladies, Tanner's mine ;) hehehehe
~ McKenzie ~
“My parent’s never got along,” Kayden started softy and I nodded my head in understanding. Mine too buddy, mine too.
We were driving on a deserted road once again but this time, we had our guards up. I sat next to him in the passenger seat and chuckled when Ryann, was preoccupying himself by playing Angry Birds on my iPhone, exclaimed, “YEAH DIE BIRDIES DIEEEEEE!”
I could see Kayden roll his eyes in amusement as he continued his story. “As I was saying, my dad died in a drunk driving accident when I was twelve leaving us in poverty for a while because he was the sole provider to our income.”
I bit my lip and grabbed his hand, clutching it tight. “I’m so sorry Kayden.”
“S’okay,” He laughed. “Anyways, my mom dated a bit… actually scratch that, A LOT, she dated a lot of men a year after my dad left.”
I nodded and he continued. “I got mad at first, her just throwing herself out there for men like that. She brought a new one home at least once a week but when I was old enough to understand; she told me it was for money. She told me that by going out with them, it provided us with a crappy roof over our heads and food for our stomachs. And so, like the stupid boy I was, I obliged and let her continue to do so. But then… she brought ‘him’ home,” he hissed with so much venom in his voice, I would’ve peed my pants.
Suddenly, his right hand smacked the side of the steering wheeling causing both Ryann and I to jump from shock.
“She ended up marrying the bas-” “ketball” I quickly quipped, turning around to see if Ryann was listening. “Basketball”.
Luckily, Ryan was too busy destroying forts with birds notice. “Eat my bird feathers you box.. OF WOOD!” he cried and I turned around in my seat satisfied. “Keep the language PG,” I sternly whispered to Kayden.
Kayden rolled his eyes, “Fine, she ended up marrying the basketball because he was rich but, the man wasn’t an idiot either. He married her but only to use her and now,” he grip on my hand tightened, “since she spent so much of his money, he threatened to kill her.” I winced at the last part as Kayden began to rant, “Yeah, she was stupid to marry him in the first place and what made her even more stupid was that she was blinded by her ‘love’ for him and didn’t know he was using her!”
I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “Is that why you’re ransoming? To save your mom?” I whispered softly. He nodded his head, eyes still glued on the road.
“The man is my ‘Boss’,” he hissed. “I didn’t want to kidnap you, it just happened!”
“shhhh,” I whispered. “I understand.”
“NO you don’t”
“Yes I do”
“No you don’t!”
“KAYDEN just accept it!”
“N- hey a police station!”
My head snapped up as my jaw dropped. Holy crap he was right! We had driven through a city and didn’t even notice! Kayden pulled the into a parking spaced and cut the engine.
“Soo… whats the plan Einstein?” he asked.
“Hmmmm? What?”
He sighed in frustration. “The plan… you know we can’t just waltz into a police station with a lost child! I’m an alleged kidnapper and you’re a billionaire heiress. They’re bound to recognize us.” Wow this boy is a lot smarter than he looks…
“Au contraire Mon Amie,” I sighed. “We can if we’re in disguises.”
“What the hell do you mean?!”
Smirking, I nodded my head to the costume store across the street...
Fast forward ten minutes and you’ll find Kayden and I on the doorsteps of the Police Station in the most ridiculous costumes you could imagine.
I was wearing squared nerd glasses, a red lumberjack’s flannel, a blond wig, a ton of makeup that resembled a clown, and short black leather shorts Kayden insisted I wear even though it gave me a wicked wedgie. His exact words were, “You HAVE to wear those shorts Kenzie! Do it for Ryann!”. And when I asked why, he simply stated, (and I quote) “Jeans would give it away… you know… cause you always wear jeans.” Such an idiotic response from an idiot…
He on the other hand was clad in tight red skinny jeans, an ‘I <3 Joe Jonas’ t-shirt, (courtesy of me) a green baseball cap that totally clashed with his pants, and to top it all off, a thick, fake moustache. Needless to say, we looked like freaks off the streets.
“I don’t see why the moustache is necessary,” he grumbled as we walked up the steps to the station, each of us holding Ryann’s hands. “Or this stupid shirt! I HATE the Jonas Brothers.”
I rolled my eyes, “The Moustache obviously conceals your face and the shirt… let’s just say that was more for my benefit that yours.”
“Bloody Hell,” he huffed but quickly glanced at Ryann. “Did I say that? I meant muddy bell…” he grumbled after I shot him a look.
Each taking Ryann's hand, we entered the warm office as nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach. What if this goes all wrong! What if the plan doesn’t work and we get caught! Kayden NEEDS the money to save his mom! Oh shut up Mac and stop being such a pessimist…
“You kids need something?” a burly police officer inquired, looking warily up from his desk chalked high with paperwork.
Kayden cleared his throat. Here it goes… hope he doesn’t blow it… then again he’s a pretty decent liar…
“Well son?” The policeman pressed impatiently. “Anytime now…”
“Sir,” Kayden states. “I moustache you a question.”
Okay, three words… WHAT THE HELL?!
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A/N: YAY! I made this chapter more sponataneous unlike the last two which I loathe!
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