“Are we going to die?” I ask in a small voice. Snake leans forward, his mouth pulled back in a sick smile.
“Oh no dear,” He drawls nonchalantly. He pats both my cheeks with his hands and pinched one. “The game has only just begun,”
I began to feel nauseas, the urge to puke causing me to not respond to Snake’s comment. He laughs and pulls away from me, thinking that I was terrified. Don’t get me wrong, I am scared. But I can barely stand for five minutes and can’t even keep water down. Death was surely knocking at my door.
“Let’s leave them alone,” Snake announces before walking out of the room we were in. I didn’t see much of it because we were encased in darkness. From the moment we were recaptured we were tied to chairs and locked in a room without lighting.
“I’m sorry,” Jordyn sighs to break the silence. “This is my fault. I was the one who suggested the idea again,”
“Hopefully Perrie and Elle are ok,” Liz whimpers from somewhere on my left. I try looking around-though my head was throbbing- and stare into complete darkness.
I swallow hard, hoping to keep the contents of my stomach where they belong.
“No,” I start. “It was my fault, I-” I swallow hard again and close my mouth; the urge to puke was getting stronger.
“It’s not your fault Carlie. We all knew the risks we were taking.” Jordyn claims.
“No. It is Carlie’s fault,” Liz states strongly.
“What?” Jordyn hisses.
“She could’ve puked on one of the men! Instead she chose the ground. Carls, you absolutely suck.”
“Now is not the time to make jokes like that!” Jordyn complains while I laugh through a closed mouth.
Normally, I’d be the one making the jokes. I’m glad Liz took up the responsibility to keep the atmosphere light. I give a loud, dry, throat-ripping cough; a cough that made my chest puff out against the ropes that bound me to the chair. I groan in pain as the feeling in my stomach grew unbearably painful. I felt tears of shame build in my eyes as I began to heave.
~~
A bright, blinding light makes me cringe as the room began to swim into my vision dimly. Barney strolled in (at least, I think it was Barney) and paced by us.
“Disgusting,” Oh yeah; the voice definitely belonged to Barney. “I thought the Malik girl was the worst one; I never imagined you three trying to run.”
He made a disgusting slurping noise and phw! he spat on the ground near my feet. I let my head hang down, my chin touching my collarbone as he “inspects” us.
“Where are they?”
“Where are they?” Jordyn croaks. “Perrie and Elle? We have no clue."
“You’re acting as if they’d actually leave you behind!” Barney snapped. “They’re not going back to the One Direction boys; they’re already heading to the warehouse for the “exchange”. With no money, how are they going to get very far?”
“Perrie has her ways,” I cough.
“She does? Please, enlighten me. Where would she go? She’s over eight hours away from her place.”
“Maybe she’d go to a café or something?” Liz whimpers. I immediately hissed at her. If Pear and Elle were at some café, she could’ve just ruined that for them!
Barney laughs, “A café? Thanks Red,”
He was chuckling still as he exited our chamber and shut the door behind him.
“Liz! What the actual hell?” Jordyn snaps. I lift my head- it feels as if I’m trying to move a brick wall though. I want to voice my own two cents, but my body was attacked by a series of dry, throat ripping coughs. Jordyn argued louder over them though.
“… I swear to God, if they’re recaptured from a café, I’m going to kill you myself Elizabeth.”
“Jordyn!” Liz exclaims. “It just ran through my head, I’m sorry!”
“Sorry won’t help Perrie and Elle! If sorry actually worked, we could say to Snake, “I’m so sorry we tried to escape! Please put us back in our old spot.” We would have already! Elizabeth, sorry doesn’t work anymore!”
“Stop,” I groan, my chest was hurting from my epic cough battle.
“We never gave it a shot! Maybe we should,” Liz began.
“Elizabeth, how daft are you?”
“Stop,” I say a bit louder.
“Jordyn, I’m sorry!”
“Sorry doesn’t work!” Jordyn screeches louder.
I take a deep breath and scream, “Stop!”
The two silence quickly and I continue in my strained, raspy voice, “We can only hope they’re ok. Now stop fighting; we don’t have time for it.”
I am right; we can only hope that the girls are ok. I just wish that the boys were with them.
