When I woke up, Christofer was still asleep. So were Nixon and Jordan. I squirmed away from Chris without waking him up and went over to Bill.
“How do you eat?” I asked, suddenly worried. Obviously they had to feed us if Andy had survived for two months. “We get food once a day,” Bill explained. “And there’s a bathroom down here.”
I sighed. How was this happening? My dad was a kidnapper! I knew he was abusive but this…what would mom say? She was probably freaking out.
There was the sound of a door opening. “FOOD!” someone bellowed. Then the door was shut again.
Bill crawled down the tunnel with the lantern and returned with a large tray of mini cereal boxes.
“Now only eat a third of it. That way you don’t go hungry through the day,” he said as we grabbed a box of Lucky Charms. I opened my box after thanking Bill and began eating the cereal part (marshmallows last).
“How did your first night of sleeping on the floor go?” Andy asked as he sat next to me. He pulled me into his lap and grabbed a mini box of cereal for himself.
I rolled my eyes. “Oh it was better than a five star hotel or my very own bed! I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on it for so long,” I said sarcastically. He laughed and picked out bits of cereal.
I laid my head on his shoulder as I ate. “So no band?” Bill asked. “Well I have a band with my friends. It’s not very good but I’m guitar and backing vocals.” They nodded and I immediately felt bored despite being surrounded by the best people ever.
“What do you do so you don’t die of boredom?” I asked curiously. “Well we usually pick on someone,” Andy said with a shrug. “Max?” I offered, wanting to get back at him. He was curled up in the corner fast asleep.
Andy and Bill grinned evilly and nodded. “What should we do?” I asked. “We could poor toilet water on him,” Andy offered. Bill and I laughed and nodded. They led me to the bathroom and scooped some water out of the toilet in a Dixie cup.
All of us now had a Dixie cup of scummy toilet water. We walked over to Max. “One,” Andy started. “Two,” Bill continued. “Three!” I said and we dumped the water on his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
He shot up angrily and shook his head, making his hair fly. “What the hell?” he shrieked. “Payback,” I said sweetly, pointing to the throbbing bump on my head.
“Why you three,” he growled and shot up. “Run!” Andy cried. Bill and I took his advice and sprinted away from Max.
Max chased us furiously. He grabbed Bill’s shirt and dragged him to the ground. “Bastard!” he said as they wrestled. He kneed Bill in the dick.
Bill moaned painfully as Max got back up. “You’re next Sixx,” Max said and shot at Andy. “Nixon!” Andy cried and ran at the now awake Nixon. But Max caught him. Andy suffered the same fate as Bill.
Max turned to me.
My eyes widened and I sprinted towards Christofer who was trying to figure out what was happening.
“Save me!” I cried and flung myself at him. He wrapped his arms around me protectively as Max stormed over. “Let me see her,” he said. “Nope,” Christofer said. He flashed Max a peace sign with his fingers. “Peace man,” he said and I giggled.
Max grabbed my leg and yanked on it, trying to get me. I squealed and clutched onto Christofer tighter. Chris kicked Max in the shin and scooted away from him with me. “Back off Green,” he said with a grin.
A grin spread on Max’s face. “Okay. But I’ll get you back Sam. Just you wait.” He walked away with that. I looked at Bill and Andy as they held what was left of their manliness in pain.
I gulped.
“You okay Sammy?” Christofer asked. I nodded slowly. “But I’m guessing they’re not,” I said and pointed at Andy and Bill. “I’m guessing the same thing as you,” Nixon joked as he helped Andy sit up.
“That one was for you,” Bill managed to get out painfully. I smiled and bounded over to him. I wrapped my arms around him. “Thank you Bill!” “What about me?” I wrapped my arms around Andy. “Thank you Andy!”
“What happened?” Jordan asked as he woke up. “Well we dumped toilet water on Max and in return he kneed Bill and Andy in the dick and has now promised revenge against me,” I explained.
Jordan opened his mouth, closed it, and shook his head. “I don’t want to know,” he said, making us laugh.
We heard the sound of the door opening and closing again.
“I’ll go check,” Nixon said and set Andy down gently. He grabbed the lantern and crawled down the tunnel. “What’s going on?” I whispered. Christofer shook his head. “Not sure,” he whispered back.
We had all gone silent. Nixon came back in, his eyes wide, his hands shaking. He weakly handed a newspaper to me.
Daughter Of Chief Reporter Kidnapped
The chief reporter alerted police to the disappearance of his daughter late last night. Carl Nuvick’s daughter, 15 year-old Samantha Nuvick, was reported abducted last night around 8:15 p.m. “She went out to start the car while I finished packing. I peeked out to check on her and someone had her,” says Nuvick, tears down his face.
Nuvick believes the band kidnapper is taking his daughter as a threat. “Any information that will get my beloved daughter back would help,” he says.
It then went on to explain what I looked like and the number to call. I didn’t even realize I was crying until Christofer, Bill, Andy, Nixon, and Jordan had hugged me.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked, coming out of the bathroom. I handed him the paper and buried my face into Christofer’s chest. He held me as I sobbed.
“I hate him! Why would he do this to all of us?” I screamed. “Sh, it’s okay Sammy,” Christofer soothed. I just kept crying. “Please don’t cry,” Bill begged sadly. I cried until I fell asleep in Christofer’s lap.
