Same Difference

Chapter 30-SERIOUSLY!?

Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!

I just woke up tied to a bed. Well not exactly tied, one of my wrists is handcuffed to the bed post. I already have a purple bruise around my wrist and it does not go with my skin tone! No seriously this thing hurts like hell. I need to get out of here but I don't really see how, I can't reach the door which is probably locked because I'm cuffed to a bed and I can't get the stupid cuff off!

There also happen to be no windows here, which really sucks.

'HELLO!? ANYBODY OUT THERE!?' What can I say? I'm really impatient.

The door swung open and like a huge coward I jumped back and ended up awkwardly kneeling on the bed. Smooth. So friggin smooth.

Back to the masked guy who entered the room and walked over to the very out-of-place cabinet set onto the wall, ignoring me.

'Hi, um, why am I here exactly?' He ignored me and opened to cabinet to reveal an old T.V. and tossed me the remote.

'So you can watch your boyfriend and family go out of their minds. Oh and you've been unconscious for three days.'

'Seriously?'

'Yep and if ya don't behave you'll get put back under which means no food, k hon?'

'I don't really have a choice but okey dokie.' He gave me a funny look through his ski mask and left, not locking the door. Well might as well watch sponge-bob, I'm not gonna fall into their emotional blackmail and watch Niall and everyone look for me.

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Five minutes of sponge-bob later...

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Screw it, I'm turning on the celeb gossip channel, I can't stand it.

I clicked through the channels until I saw an interview with Same Difference plus my dad.

Interviewer: So we're here to discuss what happened just three days ago.

My dad: My daughter, Evelyn, was kidnapped and we would like to make an appeal to the public, please, if you know anything, anything at all, please call in.

*Number appears on screen*

James: And we'd also like to say to the men who took my baby sister, we'll pay whatever you want just don't hurt her.

I hit the off button no longer able to see their faces. Dammit! I fell for it and got all upset... Those bustards are just tryna mess with me but I refuse to let them see me get messed up by it.

Now... SPONGE-BOB!

After about ten episodes the door opened and the same guy with his ski mask came in with a lunch box which he handed to me. Inside there were slices of mango and watermelon in two little compartments, wow, at least the foods good.

'Thanks dude.' I bit into a slice of watermelon and grinned at the awesome flavour.

'Dude?'

'Yep, dude.' I smirked. It can't hurt for them to not wanna kill me right?

'Are you stupid or something?'

'Or something.'

'I think you're as dumb as a leach.' Someone didn't pay attention during biology.

'A leach has 32 brains.' I deadpanned and he rolled his eyes, leaving the room but not before muttering, 'Nerd.'

'I heard that! Dude!' Cue door slam.

I picked up another slice of watermelon and ate it, I feel funny... Sorta tired and woozy. I was about to eat a piece of mango when I noticed something, the mango was dripping a clear liquid not just the normal sweet juice. I sniffed it. It smells like hydrogen peroxide, the stuff the put on cloths to make you fall asleep, the same stuff they used on me before.

Great! Now I can't eat my awesome fruit. I decided to tip it into the little trash can next to the bed and covered it with a couple of tissues from the small bedside table so they wouldn't know I didn't eat it. I'm annoying buy I'm not stupid.

I heard footsteps outside the door so I lay down and closed my eyes. After many sleep overs I can proudly say El and I are masters at pretending to be asleep... Her mom checked on us and never was able to figure out how two "sleeping" kids could eat all the ice cream in the house... and all the cookies.

My little memory was interrupted by the door opening and two voices.

'Told you she'd be knocked out by now.'

'Whatever man, just get her.'

'No way, I carried her in here, your turn.'

'Fine.' I felt the handcuff unclip and I was picked up, slung roughly over a shoulder. I peeked through my eyelashes to see the floor. Yay.

He carried me up some stairs, down a corridor and out a swing door in to the blinding sun light.

My. Eyes. Just. Died.

He dumped me into a car boot and shut it on me. It smells like mouldy bread in here.

Finally the car stopped, boot opened and I was slung over a shoulder. Again. This time I had the sense to look around and saw we were in a deserted wooded area near a small log cabin.

I was taken up to a bedroom on the second floor, again with a bed and T.V. At least this bed was softer than the last one. As soon as they left the room, locking the door I stood up and went to the window to see if I could climb out, not gonna happen. Two stories up with a concrete patio beneath me. I think I jumped about six feet in the air when I heard the door open.

'I didn't think you were asleep.' It was fruit guy.

'How'd you know?'

'You went all stiff when I was carrying you, kiddo.'

'I'm eighteen so don't call me a kid, dude.'

'Don't call me dude.'

'Nah.'

'Whatever.' He left and I heard the door lock, at least they didn't handcuff me to the bed this time. I still feel tired so I might as well get some sleep, the sky is getting dark.

XOXO