Sylvester and Tweety Mysteries.

Ch 18: Bo - best friend.

Dedicated to ass_hole because he has been WAITING for this to happen ;)

-BRAD-

"I have another idea." Chad said, dropping his hand to his sides. His eyeballs frantically searched for something within the room, and his slight disappointment gave it away that he didn't find it.

I pushed my eyebrows up and gave him a quizzical look. He shook his head and mouthed, 'Ron'.

Then it hit me. I made an 'o' with my mouth and slightly jolted my head towards Rose to hint that we have to take care of her first.

"And what's that?" Rose asked, loosening her grip on the blade. She looked bored, as if she was waiting to get this over with.

"How about we have a kickboxing match, and whoever wins, gets what they want." Chad said.

"Kickboxing?" Rose drawled, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, or do you need to hide behind your blade all the time?" Chad asked, crossing his arms.

"Why would I want to fight you, when I already have the boy?" She asked, holding my hair with the other hand.

"You get to beat up his bo— best-friend to death in front of him. And then you can painfully kill him." Chad shrugged, realising how much of a cliche this sounded.

"Then I'm up for it, bo-best friend." She smirked, making my ears burn for some reason. "But you should know that I was a kick boxer a few years back. People must have a death wish if they want to fight against me." She added, putting the blade down.

"But first, let's get out of this place. The cops might arrive." Chad said, walking towards the exit.

"If you dare get them to follow us, you –"

"Nah, I want to save him myself. Besides, I wouldn't want to bother them for something so insignificant." Chad shrugged.

Chad, I have a blade right next to me and its in the hands of a potential villain....

"Your insults are as pathetic as your life." Rose said, rolling her eyes and getting into her truck. She dragged me along with her, with her nails dug inside my skin.

"That must mean I'm good."

She rolled her eyes and unlocked her truck. Alex followed us, like a lost puppy and so did the other men. Before they got into the truck, rose dragged me towards the back of the car and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Great. Now I'm going to be handcuffed?" I asked, sighing.

"No." She said, putting one ring of the handcuff on my left hand and putting the other ring on her own hand. "Damnit, it's too short." She muttered and took it off.

Then she walked up to Chad, briskly got a hold of his hand and put the other ring on his hand.

"This is if you ever run away, you'll be together and it would be easier to find you. Plus, you can't run away like this. It's hard." She said opening the door and shoving my shoulder to get in.

I peeped in the rear view mirror to look at my mom. I could only see a small part of her face, and it looked like there was a leather strap on her cheeks. I could hear chains jingling near her seat as she tried to yell. Her words weren't clear, but I could make out that she was trying to warn me about something.

"Put a sock in it, lady." Rose said, kicking the pedal of the engine. "Oh wait, you already have." She smirked, and leaned over to tighten the ball gag.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and looked down at my lap. I felt helpless. All I could do is watch her get assaulted by these maniacs.

Chad's grip tightened on my thigh, and that's when I noticed he was sitting next to me. His jaw was clenched, and the veins on his temple were about to burst any moment. His sclera visibly turned red, and if he doesn't calm down soon, I'm actually afraid they might burst out of his eyes.

He lifted his knee up to send a string kick to the seat in front of him. "You can't touch her until after the fight, if you win."  The seat moved a bit from the impact, and the sound of a loose screw falling was heard.

He breathed out, and leaned back in his seat, about to massage his head, but realised he was attached to me.

The engine started, making a lot of noise as we drove through the bumpy road. I look back from the rear view, and saw the rest of their little 'army' following us.

Suddenly, I remembered Ron. I have no idea where he has gone, but hopefully, he's safe, and is getting help for us. The rest of the group must be captured, or killed – I was sure of it. Though, it was hard to imagine someone like Alex being caught.

I brought my face to my shoulder and hastily wiped my tears off. If I moved my hands, Chad would get to know, and I didn't want to stress him out any more than he already is.

I glanced to my right and saw him glaring out of the window. His hand was still clutching mine, and the other hand was massaging his head. The pulse on his temple was clearly visible, and I could sense the hatred and anger radiating from his body.

On instinct, I brought his hand towards me and gently placed my lips on it. He didn't pull away. Instead, he smiled and put our hands on his lap. 

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A/N:

(homophobic people be like, eww wthhhh)

WELL, OOPS. ;)

I'm kinda starting to ship them.... Kinda. Not really, but whatever.

Anyways, the #46 in humour was making me guilty because HONESTLY, DO I EVEN DESERVE IT LIKE I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN *YEARS*. So I thought, "wellllll I owe these guys something."

*SKITLEZ*
~Skittolate.