Hostage

Hostage (14)

Woo! this is a long one. I was in a super writing mood. Hope you enjoy this, comment and lemme know what you think please.

Last night, was as you guessed, another horrible night of sleep. God, if I don't get more sleep, I'm going to be in serious trouble. I also need to learn that even if I'm worried I really need to eat. My stomach was rumbling so loud I can't even here myself think!

I was making my way to the kitchen, patting my starving tummy, and when I got there I stopped, noticing Ricky leaning against the table. He didn't look to good. Seriously, this was getting really bad.

I stepped cautiously over to his side, immediately forgetting my stupid stomach. "Are...are you okay?" My voice sounded weak, as if I was afraid, like some chick in a horror movie approaching a monster. My hand gently landed on his shoulder, and for some reason, I flinched back but he didn't move. After a moment he shook his head.

"Just got a bad headache, that's all." He stood up straight and turned to me. For some reason, a normal atmosphere returned, and the awkward horror movie one vanished.

I instantly felt bad though. I know what you may be thinking. This is what he deserved for over dosing himself, this is what he gets for getting involved in this stupid stuff. But he was my friend. He always had been. "Maybe you should just get some rest." I told him, eyeing my Tylenol bottle that I had for my own purposes here, that also worked wonders for headaches. I picked it up, and looked back at him, "Please no more. Even if it's just Tylenol. Sleep for awhile, it will help."

He nodded his head slowly. I wanted to hug him, but that also seemed as if it would be awkward. What was with this stupid feeling? Why won't it go away? I just stood there like a moron as he walked past me into the hallway. I sighed, and my stomach growled again. I laughed to myself, shaking my head. "Alright, big mouth stomach of mine. I'll get you some food."

The rest of that day, I hadn't seen Ricky again. The next day, he seemed okay. He felt better, and his headache was gone but I still worried. He was at school too, and then I knew he was feeling much better.

"would you look at him? That jerk. That player." Kenzie said annoyed. She was looking over at Ricky, as he flirted with some random chick I didn't know by his locker. I didn't say anything but nodded. "Sorry Lexi." She wrapper her arms around me and I still didn't say a word to her. If only she knew. "So, what are you doing this weekend. My birthday is coming soon, and I'm having an early party..."

I froze. Well my legs kept moving, but everything else stopped. McKenzie's birthday. Her party. This weekend. Oh no! This couldn't be any worse. I could not get out of this. I HAD to go to her party, but I can't! Oh heck, what do I freaking tell her!? What do I say? I can't think of a single excuse good enough to tell my BFF why I couldn't make it to her birthday party. Not one.

"Hey! Are you listening to me? This weekend my birthday party. You are coming right?" I could tell I had a fearful look on my face, so I tried my best not to look at her. As I looked elsewhere in the school, I saw Alex and Tyler standing by their lockers, watching us.

"Yea. Of course I'll be there...I'm your BFF right?" That was all I had to say. She would believe it, and I could come up with an excuse later. Simple right? Wrong. I couldn't form the words, so I just nodded my head. It seemed good enough for her because she kept right on talking. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at the brothers as I walked past. They just stared back and I sighed heavily. I was soooo screwed.

This was beginning to get so much easier. Going out to the east, that is. With the two guys right there in the car, so close away, there protective eyes always on me, I didn't have too much to worry about. This guy, whom refused to tell me his name, wasn't bad either. He reminded me a bit of Ricky himself. Light hearted, funny, at ease. At least when he was sober. On the other hand...it was different.