Roommates with Jordan Maron (Posting not as often)

Chapter 13: This was a Long Time Coming.

VIOLET'S P.O.V

We both stood up, holding hands. I was shaking from head to toe, trying to push the fact that I wished he had told me out of my head. 

"I will look around outside. Stay here. I'll be right back." Jordan told me, kissing my cheek before walking out of the hotel. I desperately didn't wan't him to leave, but I couldn't even speak. I thought it might be a good idea to look around the hotel room. 

I walked hesitantly towards the bathroom, opening the door as quietly as I could. I looked into the mirror, my eyes were bloodshot and I was as pale as a ghost. I took a few breaths, muttering a few motivational words to my reflection. I took a few steps towards the shower curtain I curled my fingers around the mossy green tarp, squeezing my eyes shut. I yanked it back, my heart pounding in my chest. I was almost to scared to open my eyes. I opened one eye slightly, seeing nothing but the white tile cover the walls. I sighed sinking down down and laying my head against the cold bathtub. I closed my eyes. 

I felt like I had sat there for hours, even though it was probably more like minutes. 

When I finally decided to calm down I opened my eyes, pressing my hands to the cold tiled floor to help me off the ground. It was like in a matter of seconds all of me energy had been drained out of me, I desperately wanted to sleep. 

I heard the door open and I smiled, knowing it was Jordan. I closed my eyes before walking outside of the bathroom, resting my eyes. The bed was calling me, and I planned to answer. 

"Yes bed, come to me!" I mumbled, my arms stretched out in front of me. I collapsed onto the bed, smiling as I buried my face into the pure white pillows, kicking my legs under the brown and gold comforter. 

Mission complete. 

"This makes everything easier for me." Someone said, a slight chuckle in his voice. I opened my eyes immediately. That wasn't Jordan. 

It was him.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered, balling up my fists as I scrambled off the bed. Why would I say that? I know who the fuck he is.

Jameson lifted an eyebrow, stepping closer to me. "You know who I am, and you know what I am about to do." 

I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath. I knew that there was a beer bottle, and an Arnold Palmer can right behind me. I figured that was as good of a weapon as I was going to get. 

"Take one move and I will kill you right here, right now. You will never see your sister, Your mom, Your dog, or Jordan ever again." He warned me. I looked in straight in the eye, gaining some courage. I got a good look at him, for later if I ever needed to pull him out of a line or something. His face was almost animalistic, like a rabid dog, ready to rip you to shreds when it feels a little bit bored. 

"Where are they?" I asked him harshly. 

He smiled, chuckling a little bit. "Your mother and sister are at their home, happily eating breakfast while I have a a friend of mine watching them for the next building over. Your dog is in my van. As for Jordan, he is passed in the next room over with another one of my friends gun to his head." Jameson told me, like it was all on big joke, all for laughs.

My eyes went wide, and the next thing I knew everything was black and I was being carried away by two men. I kicked and kicked, thrashing around as much as I could. I knew I had been blindfolded. I felted myself his the ground on my shoulder and I yelped in pain. My head ricocheted down hitting the floor. 

"Fuck! I dropped her!" I heard a female voice yelled. My legs were still being held in the air, as soon as my brain registered that I began to kick. as hard as I could. They were both yelling, Jameson, and a girl. He dropped me and I pulled the blindfold off as quick as I could, pushing myself up. I saw that we were already to the hallway and I sprinted as fast as I could towards the stairs. I pushed open the emergency exits as I heard Jameson's voice. 

"We will kill you family right now with one pull of a trigger!" he screamed, not wavering one bit. I stopped dead in my tracks. I turned to him, standing stiff as he caught up with me, grabbing my arm so tight I knew I would be left with bruises. 

I was shocked. would he actually do that? I walked with him. The girl running over. She was small, and had blonde, shoulder length blond hair, and almost golden eyes. Beautiful really. 

We stopped at the hotel room and the girl unlocked the door. Jameson threw me in and I landed on the green carpet. I began to push myself up just as the girl slipped inside. 

"This was a long time coming, you bitch." Jameson snapped as he slammed the door closed.    

JORDAN'S P.O.V

I slowly began to open my eyes. I couldn't see anything besides a light across the room. I saw the shadow of a mans face being illuminated by what looked like a cellphone screen, which despite all of this, made me chuckle a bit.

Of every kidnapping story I had heard, none of them described your attacker as a large man who likes to play Farmville Two on his Iphone while he thinks his victim is unconscious.

I soon realized my laugh was a mistake when he looked up at me, standing up. He went dark as soon as he clicked his phone off, but I couldn't mistake the sound of his gun being loaded.

I felt the lump in my throat as he pushed the small barrel of the gun to my head.

"Someones awake, huh?"  he asked, shoving it against my head again, urging me to speak. 

I tried to say yes, but nothing came out but a small whimper. He laughed, walking away from me. 

He sat down in his chair again, opening his phone. 

Well shit, this is going to suck.