His Girl

39 ~ Scuse

Courtney's POV

I swear this has been going for more than an hour! I'm so close to breaking. Why am I keeping this a secret? Oh yeah maybe they are threatening to kill Hanna! Wait, Hanna died! They swore they wouldn't touch Sam and Adam. They were going to kill James if they couldn't find Hanna. Well James died as well. But was their boss lying? Are they really dead? Would they keep that promise? I don't know but I can't take much more of this. How do I tell him to stop?

I close my eyes and try to think. I hear a click but ignore it. Come on Courtney, think. What about all those horror, kidnapping movies you've seen? How do they get out? How do they get their kidnapper's attention. Hips? It's worth a shot.

I open my eyes and begin to shift my hips, best I could. Surely he'll see me.

"Are you ready to talk?" He finally notices me and I just nod my head. Not much else I can do.

He walks over and rips the tape off my mouth. "You took longer than expected. Nearly five hours. Quite impressive." That's why it felt longer than an hour!

"Well?" He asks, tapping his foot. His light brown hair was ruffed up and his tanned skin was covered in blood. My blood, I might add. His brown eyes made eye contact with mine before I looked away. He's so intimidating!

"A-are J-James a-and Hanna dead?" I manage to ask. I swear he's broken my ribs, my right ankle, my left wrist and my nose. While dislocating my knee and collapsing my lungs.

"And they are?"

I sigh and he runs his fingers through his hair. "My s-siblings." I reply before going into a violent coughing fit.

He runs his fingers through his hair again and pulls out his phone.

"Spencer? I need you down here," he begins.

"Yeah, yeah she's still alive," he replies and ends the call.

I look down at my broken body. Somewhere my jeans had been ripped off and I had cuts all down my thighs. My right ankle was swollen and a nice shade of purple. My right knee was also a nice shade of purple and clearly dislocated. My stomach was filled with more cuts and burn marks. My left wrist was clearly broken. You could see how the bone was bent. Before Spencer left he had gotten my blue hair back to its ordinary black colour. Black strands had fallen over my face and I tried blowing them away but to no effect. Now isn't the time to look in a mirror. I probably look like a zombie, monster, alien, something. Definitely not a human.

My thoughts broke when I hear the basement door slam. I look up to see Spencer, shirtless coming down the stairs.

"Yes?" He smiles sweetly at me. Jerk!

"She's asking about a Jake and Hanna." Ben says, running his hands through his hair yet again.

"James." I correct.

"What about them?"

"Are they dead?"

"Yeah, boss told you this ages ago."

"I mean are they seriously dead? I need to know."

"Yes, they are dead. Died in a car accident. A driver ran them off the road and the car exploded. They both died at the scene."

"Samantha and Adam?"

"Weren't in the car. They're fine."

I slowly nod. So they are dead. Now the truth can come out.