His Girl

43 ~ Bizze

Courtney's POV

Spencer and Ashton.

What the heck is going on? This is so confusing! That's when I notice the bit of tape across my mouth. They duct taped my mouth shut? What? What is happening?

"Ah, she's awake." I hear someone say.

"Hey Courtney. Good to see you are back in the land of the living." Spencer says. As he walks into the light, I see a huge slap mark across his face and small bruises on his cheekbones. What the hell happened to him? Wait, why do I care? He freaking kidnapped me!

"Have you finished your hysterical tantrum? If I untie you, I won't get hurt?" I did that to Spencer? What? No, I couldn't of! But that's pretty funny. Yeah, that's really funny.

"Well, you're not thrashing about anymore so I'll take that as a yes, I can untie without getting hurt."

He walks closer to me and unties my left leg. I flex it out and immediately he moves back and grabs it.

"Oh you were just stretching it. Don't do that to me." He lets out a sigh of relief and releases my leg.

What did I do? I must of done something terrible! But what? I don't remember anything. Think Courtney, think.....

You're not getting anywhere!

No shit Sherlock!

Just letting you know.

Spencer rips off the duct tape and smiles at me. I attempt to smile back but only let a small sob. Why am I weak? Why me? What is happening to me anyway?

"Hey don't cry. You're alright. I just needed to tie you up because you got a little out of hand and may of injured yourself. And me. But you already did that."

I really did that to him? What? I couldn't of! Although it's hilarious, it couldn't of happen.

Well it obviously did!

No shit Sherlock!

Gee thanks!

Your welcome!

But I really did that?

"Hey stop crying," Spencer mutters as he pulls me into a hug.

What are you doing?

Enjoying a hug?

Enjoying? He's the freaking mafia! His uncle had you kidnapped! He could of kidnapped you off his uncle! He won't let you go home and now you're enjoying a hug with him?

Yep. Pretty much.

I give up on you. Me. You. What?

Spencer pulled away first and smiled. "Do you want anything? Need anything? Any questions? No more slaps? Or hits? Or kicks? Or bites?"

"I really did that to you?" I mumble.

"You don't remember? Well story time with Spencer. You woke up from the chloroform a bit earlier than expected and I was carrying you to the plane. You lashed out, slapping my wrists and biting my shoulders. Of course I couldn't drop you because you couldn't stand so I just had to wait there until finally a very, slow moving Ashton came over. He tried getting you under control but it didn't work well. Ashton suffered a broken nose and two broken fingers. I finally had to sit on you but you didn't stop there. You bite my thighs and slapped me again. Then used me as a punching bag before my boss finally came to my rescue. When I finally got up I got the job of continuing to bring you up here. Then you attacked me again and used me as your punching bag yet again. I got you on the chair and sat on you again. I finally got you under control but then you started spitting in my face, so I had to duct tape it shut for you. Then you finally fell back to sleep."