Indiana Evans as Brody Blue
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Yes. I was kidnapped.
Yes. I thought it was a legit kidnapping and someone was going to die.
No. I did not expect my kidnapper to be the hormonal 15 year old kid of the guy I robbed a year ago.
And lastly, yes. I started laughing my ass off while tied to a chair in a warehouse while surrounded by a bunch of big, buff, bad dudes with guns.
Don't really know who was asking the questions but whatever.
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Still laughing, I jut my head toward him. "You kidnapped me?" I pause to try and calm my laughter. The little teen just stands there with a bored look on his face. "Ok, let me get this straight."
Pause.
Storytime... The kid's name is Victor and has short brown hair, brown eyes, and a nose that is just slightly turned upward but enough to make him look like a pig. He is a pasty pale white, not unlike his father, and has a weird beauty mark right above his lip making him look too feminine for a boy his age. Victor has on black skinny jeans, a leather jacket that is too small for him, and a navy blue polo shirt underneath it... and it's tucked in. Oh, and don't forget that this kid is only 5'2.
After sobering myself up I continue. "You, Victor Malcolm, the short-ass, pig-nosed, pale as fuck, snobby rich kid, just randomly decided one day that you wanted to kidnap a girl? I mean, W-T-F dude." I look at him, probably, with an unconvinced look. He takes a step forward and speaks.
"What did you steal from my father?" I look at him with bored and annoyed eyes.
He kidnapped, blindfolded, and drug me all the way here to ask what I stole from his father last year?
"What the hell, man! I would've told you that if you had just asked before fucking kidnapping me." He stares at me for a while before continuing. "Answer the question. And please leave out the snide remarks." I snorted.
"Yeah, sure ok," I reply sarcastically. "In your dreams, ya' rich bastard." Yeah... I probably should have taken it down a notch... or two.
Victor whistles and one of the many men in all black, that was once standing in the far corner of the room, is next to me in seconds sending his rock hard fist into the left side of my head.
I'm enveloped in pain and darkness as my head falls limp.
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I wake up in the same chair, in the same warehouse, next to the same moron rich kid and his goons. Only now, I have a massive headache. All of a sudden, I'm covered in cold, clear water.
A sound of absolute terror must have escaped my lips because Victor starts to laugh. Well, more like a high pitched, screeching sound.
So now I'm wet, in pain, and - NEWS FLASH - still tied up.
"So do you want to answer the question now?" Will I? I mean, there is nothing secret about what I stole so I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell him. But, I have to make sure I will be released first.
"If I do tell you, you have to set me free." He thinks about it for a second. Then he nods.
I take that as a yes and start to explain. "Your father had a laptop with the locations of... certain items." I pause, trying to figure out if Victor knows his dad is a gang leader or not. Since I don't like him, and he kidnapped me, I really don't care. "Your dad is a gang leader who plans to kill the president of the united states. Every plan, every date, time. Everything... is on that laptop. And now we have it." My face lights up with a smug smile when Victor's face drops.
Just to clarify, the president at this time is one of the most hated pigs, and worst decision maker the United States of America has ever had so he can justify this well.
Shocked, he whips his hand through the air. It collides with the metal column next to him. He whistles yet again. Three of the men walk slowly towards me.
My left temple begins to throb as I slip in darkness.
YOU ARE READING
The Badboy and The Jailbird
Teen FictionBridget 'Brody' Blue is a juvenile delinquent. After spending a year in Juvie, missing the birth of her brother, and junior year, she comes back to a changed life. As friends and enemies, new and old, make their way into her life, she begins to chan...
