A Summer we won't forget/ A Taylor Caniff and Jack Gilinsky story.

Chapter 41: Plans

Rianne's pov:

After Grant had laid down next to me, I looked up at a small clock in the corner of the room. It was five o'clock in the morning and normally at this time I would be asleep of course. If I wasn't asleep, I'd be tired of course. Well it wasn't like that right now. Grant's strong hand gripped my knee and I wasn't tired at all. I couldn't even sleep with the fact that he could send a bullet straight through my brain while I rested. I could tell Grant wasn't asleep now either. He was just as awake as I was.

The thought had come to me as I laid there. How was I going to escape? I couldn't just rely on my family, friends and the police. This was partially up to me, but it was going to take a lot of work and thought. Grant had a lot of security systems everywhere and if I stepped outside, I wouldn't be surprised if some time of trap shocked me to death.

I looked over at the side of the room where there were two large glass bottles of liquor. It was no surprise that Grant had some type of alcohol in his house. Two thoughts came to me. Liquor had alcohol. Alcohol is flammable. Liquor Bottles have glass. Broken glass is sharp. Two amazing weapons and I never really had thought about it. Grant noticed me looking at the bottles and got the wrong idea about why I looked at them. I could feel him smirking as if I wanted the bottles so I could drink them and get tipsy.

Grant got up walking over to the bottles. It all flashed back to me. The party. Why did I even go to that party in the first place? My throat felt a swelled up with nervousness. He brought the bottles back over to me and sat down. He commanded me to sit up like I was a dog so I did. Until I had a plan, I was to follow his rules.

"I saw you looking at these." Grant said holding them up.

"I must've just been daydreaming,"

"Lies. You are lying. Don't lie to me."

Grant smacked me leaving a big red mark on my cheek. I clenched my jaw in pain. Grants emotion switched back automatically to a determined attitude. I didn't know what her would do. That was until he opened up one of the bottles tossing the other one aside. Grant took the bottle to his lips and took a big swig. He smiled and handed it to me. I didn't want to do this.

"We can change this. You can be happy here, I promise." Grant said firmly putting his hand on my shoulder.

I stayed silent running my fingers over to bottle.

"Drink it! I mean it this time!" Grant yelled. I saw him look over at his gun only a few feet away from us. I opened up the cap slowly knowing this was wrong. I was 16, not 21. Lord, forgive me.

I lifted the bottle to my lips letting the drink go back in to me. It ran in to my throat leaving a burning sensation. I winced and took one extra drink just to satisfy him and then sat the bottle back down leaving it almost empty. Drinking wasn't like they made it seem in the movies where you have tons of fun, get loose and forget everything bad in your life. My head was throbbing and my throat hurt. I couldn't believe I just did that, but I knew it was for a good cause.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Grant asked.

"It's okay," I said.

Grant looked at me straight in the eyes and threw the bottle aside.

"You know that you're really pretty. Like any guy would be lucky to have you with you having a nice face and other features..."

When Grant said "other features", he looked at places I didn't want him looking. I wrapped my blanket around my tighter to cover myself.

"All you need is to be fun. You're too serious." He said.

"Grant, what is your plan with me anyways? I mean, you can't just keep me here and leave me here and tell me absolutely nothing on what you're going to do."