Crying For Help

Chapter Nine

Bo's P.O.V.

My eyes jolted open and I immediately looked around. I tried to move but my legs and wrists were tied together. I yelled but my mouth was taped. Someone came into the room and stared me down before speaking, "I see you're awake."

I wanted to reply sarcastically with, "No shit, Sherlock." But I couldn't. I just stared back at him.

"So, I'm guessing you're wondering why we brought you?" I nodded slowly in response, rolling my eyes. Again wanting to sarcastically reply.

"Money. That' why." He smiled, looked down the ground. "5 grand to be exact. By tomorrow at noon, it's about 1:30AM." This is when reality hit me. This is when my sarcastic replies flew out the window. This is when fear flooded me. How was I supposed to get $5,000?! And even if I did, how would I be able to get it by tomorrow?! And as if he heard me ask he spoke up again, "Rob a bank, and don't even think about saying no, your life is on the line here." I started to struggle in the ropes but he just laughed. "Don't do that, you might accidentally set it off."

Set it off? Set what off? I looked around for an answer but there was none. Again, he spoke, answering my question, "Bomb." My body stiffened and my heart started to pound. "So, come here for a second." He knew what he said, he knew it would agitate me, and that's why he did it. A smirk formed on his lips as he untied my ankles and silently pulled me to a near-by seat, I felt something and looked down and on my chest was a bomb vest.

When I noticed the guy smirked, "Don't worry, it won't go off unless you try to take it off, or if I hit this button." He grabbed a small thing with a button on it, it looked like you had to enter a code before you could activate it though. "So, I want you to rob a bank and get me $5,000. Don't ask why or I'll have to kill you after you get me the money. Anyways, I'm letting you do with 10 hours," he clicked a few things on the bomb vest then a small clock started counting down. "Don't have the money by then and, well, I think you know. Now, go, and don't go to the police of I'll set it off. You'll meet a guy by the old railroad tracks when you have the money and he'll give you the code."

He pushed my forward and I stumbled a bit and he laughed, "Careful! We don't wanna be setting it off, now do we? We don't wanna be adding to those scars." He smiled a bit at the end and it sickened me. He threw me my jacket, "Tick tock." I kept hearing him repeat as I put my jacket on. I kept hearing him until he was out of earshot. I need to get help, but I have no one to help me. No one will want to help me. Maybe Thomas or Brandon?

I reached the road and looked around, I had an idea where I was. Okay.. robing a bank.. how am I supposed to rob a fucking bank?! I started to panic again as my mind started racing. I need to figure this out. Soon.

Okay, this accidentally started sounding like 30 Minutes or Less. x.x I guess it could be like that, so I already give credit to them! I didn't even notice until now. Whoops.