Sleep With One Eye Open

Chapter Two- All Your Hate

I finally gained consiousness again. It was still night time. Although, it took me a little while to realize that someone was kicking me forcefully in the leg. The feeling was numb of course, so it didn’t both me as much as it should’ve. I could feel my hands going numb as well, from the tightness of the course rope wrapped around my wrists. Tears felt frozen on my cheeks from the decreasing temperature. I managed to look over to my left and see the three guys acting calm, even though I knew they weren’t.

None of us were.

How did this happen? Why did this happen?

I looked up at the man that was kicking me. I could barely see a face. Although, I was able to see the shape of the figure that was slightly pear-shaped.He was obviously not in shape. But I didn’t care at this point. I just wanted out of here.

I used all the force in my diaphragm and let out a muffled scream, startling the guys, including the old man.

He froze. I felt a cold, rough hand caress my face, admiring my lips and nose. “Oh, my child . . . don’t be scared . . .” He snickers and slaps me forcefully on the cheek, which began to throb like crazy. Tears welded up in my eyes once again, falling down the stinging cheek, soothing it.

I heard one of the guys muffle a scream. My eyes avert to Oliver, looking pissed as ever.My heart flutters, and then drops immediately as I heard Oli groan in agonizing pain. The old man just kicked him hard in the crotch. I knew this because I saw a leg fall between Oliver’s legs. His body heaved over as he continued to groan and moan. “Shut the fuck up, boy!” The man yelled in a hushed voice.

Out of nowhere, I heard a deep echoing sound approach us. A van stopped in front of us, breaks squeaking, the door sliding open. The man, starting with me, ripped the tape off my mouth, the whole bottom half of my face tingling as I tried not to scream in pain. The other guys all kept quiet as well, while the kidnapper tore the tape from their mouths.

Next thing I knew, we were all heaved off the concrete and into the van. Andy was thrown in first, then Danny, then Oliver, and me last, for I was thrown against Andy and Oliver, smashing into their chests.

They both groan as the door slid shut. “Sorry . . .” I murmur.

Andy shrugs and sits upright against the side of the van, which began to slowly pull out of the alley. “It’s alright . . .”

“Jane,” I finish for him.

“Ah, that’s right. Lee’s little sister.” Andy acknowledges.

I nod slowly, looking at Oliver. He seemed deep in thought. I nudge him with my arm. “You okay?” I speak softly, my lips still tingling.

Oli shakes his head, speaking in his perfect British accent, “Hell no. Bloody bastard ruined the concert.”

I sigh glumly.

“We were just about to finish our main song, when the man and his gang knocked my band members out and took me away. The guards tried to stop them, but they got away. God knows where the hell the other guys are.” Oli continues.

“Yeah,” Danny speaks up with his fluent British accent. “Andy and I already performed, but Oliver’s band was last to perform and was taken away first. After the main guy took Oli, the guy’s gang took me and Andy.”

“What I don’t get, is why we were kidnapped,” Andy wonders. “Especially why you were kidnapped.” He says to me.

“Maybe the sick bastard wanted a chick to fuck in his spare time.” Danny says.

“Shut the hell up, Danny,” Oliver whispers.

We all stare at Oli in wonder. He glares at Danny and Andy. “Don’t even say that. I’d rather not have that sick image in my head the whole time.”

“Well sorry, dude,” Danny apologizes. “It’s probably true, though.”

“Shut up!” Oli screams, startling all of us.

A more stern voice from up front comes into hearing, “How about y’all keep your pie-holes shut, unless y’all want your asses beaten bloody here in a lil’ bit?”

We all pipe down the rest of the long drive. I huddle next to Oliver and would lay my head on Andy’s boney shoulder on occasion. The back of the van began to grow colder and colder as the minutes pass. I shiver. Realizing the shaking beside him, Oli nudges me to lay on him. I nestle my head onto his chest, the smell of smoke and alcohol radiating from his shirt, which didn’t bother me at all.

I soon drifted into a deep sleep, one thought being repeated continuously in my conscience. Will we make it out of this alive?

~~

I was jolted away by the forceful stop of the vehicle. Eyes fluttering open, I noticed my head was lying in Oliver’s crotch area. I immediately sat up, seeing Danny and Andy snickering at me. I glare in embarrassment, and notice Oli asleep. Good, he doesn’t know, I thought.

I was quickly startled by the van door sliding open. “Wake up, sleepy heads.” The old man peeked inside. All three of us were awake except for Oliver. “Ah,” The man acknowledges the sleeping Oli and out of nowhere, I notice a pebble being thrown at Oliver’s face continuously, until he finally snapped out of slumber.

‘I’m awake, damn it,” Oliver grumbles angrily.

“Finally. We ain’t got all night.” The man leans into our space and forcefully grabs my fragile hand and drags me out, my legs scraping on the edge of the van and my shoulder scraping along the concrete.

I mumble a painful scream as I watch the guys watching backin horror. The man continued to drag my along the sidewalk, up to a double-wide trailer. He even dragged me up the wooden splintery stairs, my hips screaming in pain. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was bleeding about this time.

Before the man takes me inside, I notice Oliver, still in the van, heeled over, his shoulders shaking, and the guys comforting him. I think he was crying . . . .

Then I was in the dimly lit house and the guys were no longer in my sight.