Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 20 - A Bad Tattoo

^This is how I see Marcus.^

Chapter 20 - A Bad Tattoo

"How? It looks like a regular anklet."

Jordan did jazz hands and talked enthusiastically. "It's the power of technology."

I groaned in frustration. "We never even talked about this! You can't just put it on without my permission."

"That's why we did it. We knew you'd get mad either way, so we just... put it on anyway." Ray explained.

I sighed. Holding a grudge won't fix anything. "Okay then. So I guess we have a deal? It seems I don't have a say in this so it's up to you."

"No, you can still decide. You were going to wear that thing either way." Marcus stated.

"Ugh. Okay, that's unfair. As long as I get to see my sister more often, I'm fine with it." I mumbled.

The Boys nodded and Marcus pulled a phone out of his pocket, no, my phone out of his pocket. He handed it to me and I stared at it in awe. "This is for talking to your sister. Jordan went through it and blocked numbers, deleted contacts, added contacts, etc."

I searched through it as I listened to them. I had five contacts: Ruby, Mom, Marcus, Ray, and Jordan.

Jordan spoke. "Now there are rules when you have this phone:
1. No calling police. I blocked their number anyways.
2. You can add whoever's contact you want, but you cannot tell anyone anything about you being kidnapped or where you are.
3. We have rights to look through your phone, so don't do anything stupid, okay?
4. Don't post anything on social media, that could give away our location or what we do.

"Don't become absorbed in your phone. You still have responsibilities. We will take your phone if we have to. You can have a password, but I'm a hacker, so there's no use."

I stayed silent, not knowing what to say. I haven't been able to communicate to anyone with technology for so long. Then all of the sudden, I'm just given my phone like it's no big deal?

It's hard to process.

Jordan continued saying the rules and I continued looking through my phone.

I never had any social media on my phone. I was paranoid of being cyber bullied, tracked, or someone bringing up my past. I decided to avoid all social media and not have to deal with any of it, but I was terrified for my life when I saw that Instagram was installed onto my phone.

I opened the app and my eyes widened in fear.

My account name was The_Real_Mute and there was one post of me. I was in my uniform while sweeping the living room. The camera angle looked like it was meant to be behind my back, but I was looking that the camera through my peripheral vision.

"What the fuck? When did this happen?" I muttered to myself. My eyes widened as the memory flooded into my mind.

Cue flashback.

As I was cleaning up the living room, I saw Jordan walk past me while looking at me with a suspicious smirk.

I continued working but my eyes still followed him.

I looked away for a couple seconds but then looked back at him to make sure he wasn't being a snake.

As I looked, my eyes trailed to the phone he was holding up in his hands. It looked like my phone, except it didn't have the boring black case that I owned. Before I could react he smirked again.

Click.

I stood, frozen in my place.

Did he just...?