Sam Wilson

I knew your were TROUBLE

Part Four

Thursday Evening. 7:00 P.M Sharp.

Eleanor Lorraine has failed in her attempt to find her secret diary anywhere in the Wilson's household. She is waiting for Jonathan Samuels to pickle her up while she is sitting on the couch in a white flora silk tunic and black denims. Sam Wilson is staring at her awkwardly, she finally gives in and asks him, "Why are you staring at me?"

"You chose, out of the whole outfit that you had, this to wear tonight?"

She shrugged.

Sam got up and walked to his mother who was in the kitchen preparing a delicious delicacy. He whispered to her something and an hour later, Eleanor Lorraine was standing in a beautiful red laced, knee length dress with black leggings underneath. Her hair had been changed from a ponytail to curled long locks that reached her waist, and gave her an elegant look.

Now, Sam Wilson was staring at her without any sarcasm in his mind.

"Don't you think, this is too much?"

"No!" Mrs.Wilson interrupted.

After Mrs. Wilson was gone, Eleanor found Sam staring at her again.

"Now, what?" She sighed.

He smirked ear to ear and shook his head.

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It was eleven and Sam couldn't sleep.

Eleanor had not yet returned. He was trying Jonathan's number, but he was not picking up the phone.

He got up woke his mother up, "He is not picking the damn phone, mom?"

"She will be her sweetie. Don't worry!"

At that moment, the his cell rang and he picked it up hastily.

"Sam!" Eleanor screamed at the other end of the line.

"Eleanor?! Where the hell are you?" He asked her.

"I don't know! Oh my god! Our car had been crashed into another car. The other people were, I don't know! They had guns and... Please! Help me! Please!"

"Where is Jonathan?"

"I don't know! I had passed out! My physics project! My life is shit!"

"Stop thinking about the (beep) Physics project!"

"Don't swear!"

He sighed. A small smile appeared on his face. "Listen. Where are you now?" He asked calmly.

"I don't know. Can you trace the call. I have somebody's phone."

"Whose phone is it?"

"Maybe one of the gangster guy who wrecked our car? It is pitch black here. Maybe we are on the Milton Road that leads to the highway."

It is not good. He thought. Milton road is not the perfect place to be at eleven in the night.

"Just, I think... Let us calm down. I want you to just stay there, in the bushes somewhere so no one finds you. Can you do that for me sweetie?" He fumbled for his bike keys at the same time. He wore his jacket and tried to get into his shoes.

"Okay. Please come and take me!" She said.

"I will be there."

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Here Eleanor got under a big branch of tree. She tried to be as invisible as she could be.

Where the hell was Jonathan? Did he leave her? That rude boy! A tear escaped her eye and she sobbed. Hardly had the tear rolled down her plum cheeks, she heard someone singing.

Was somebody drunk? Was someone on drugs? That would only complicate the predicament she was in.

She stopped sobbing, her eyes and ears alert, and she controlled the intensity of her breathings so she could not be caught by any one.

"Did you find her?!" A voice shouted.

"No!" The other drunk voice replied.

"I had warned you not to get high!" The first voice scoffed.

She pierced her eyes and looked at the two lean men fighting. They had tatoos, wore all black, had punk inky black hair and one of them, the sober one had a ring on his left eyebrow. Eleanor could see the silver ring shining in the night.

"The boy escaped. God knows where!" The sober one said.

"We need to find the girl. You just ran our (bleep) car into theirs! If she reports this to the cops, we are gone! My father will shoot me dead! You idiot!"

"She has my (bleep) phone too!" The sober one cursed.

As soon as he said that, the drunk one replied, " I will ring your phone."

Oh no! She is ought to be caught now!