The Unexpected

Chapter 3-Anger

He looked aghast. It took all of my self-control not to laugh at his facial expression. I looked at him and with fake dramatics lowered my voice and said "What will we ever do?"

His face dropped. He took a while to respond then he said, "They removed more than we thought," he said.

"What are you talking about? Rambling about vervain and removing memories and small Texan towns." I said my voice getting progressively louder. "Why, of all people in this world, did you have to kidnap me when I had finally found happiness? Do you even understand why I don't live here? Did you know that my mother, this woman whom you hold to such a high standard, left me for dead?" I breathed heavily after my rant and I felt tears coming to my eyes. "Do-do you- ," I whispered voice scratchy. I started again. "Do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything."

He said nothing but stood frozen in place mouth wide open.

"WHY AM I HERE!?!?!?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK HERE TO THE PLACE THAT I HATE MORE THAN EVERY OTHER PLACE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD?" I carefully enunciated those last words. The force of my anger shoved him onto the couch I was so hot from my rant and wished to be cooler, and suddenly, I was. I brought my voice to it's normal volume, "And why does the temperature change at my every wish? Just answer my questions," I raised my voice again, "THEY ARE ALL THE SAME! WHY?" I screamed. "Why?" I whispered. My sobs started to beat with the rhythm of that single word. After I had run out of tears, dry heaves wracked my distraught body. The loss of my life finally fell on my little shoulders. I'm too weak for this, I thought to myself. During my entire outrage, Jordan looked like he would rather jump off a bridge. He may know how to work with wood and other things but he wasn't very good with girls. The sobs and dry heaves subsided but the occasional hiccup dotted our next conversation. He finally said something.

"I'm sorry."

"I know."

"You do?"

"No."

His face fell for the umpteenth time. I think that he might break his neck continually dropping it like that.

"Well I guess I do. The stakes must be pretty high for you to knock out a small girl and kidnap her."

He let out a small chuckle even among the pain. "They are. Abby isn't the only one missing. My girlfriend is missing too along with almost all of her friends." He paused and looked down. After a bit, he mumbled something unintelligible.

"Say it again, will you."

He slowly brought his head up, his hands folded in his lap. "I need you to come with me."

"I don't understand. Here I am. You should know, you brought me here. Against my will might I add."

"No. I need you to come to Texas with me to try to find out where they went." He looked down in his lap and when his face came back up he looked ashamed. "If you don't come willingly I will have to use brute force." He looked terrified at the very thought. I needed to know how I fit in. But, I don't know any of these people.

"I wish I could but my parents-" Always the greatest excuse.

"-have already been informed of your trip."

"What? They will never go for it. I have been gone too long, I have to go." I made a move to stand.

"Actually they have already brought your bags."

"How long have I been out?"

"Two and a half hours."

"What?" He flinched at my harsh words. My next response was cut off by a knock at the door. I jumped but Jordan just peacefully walked to the door. He said only one thing but it was with great hesitation that he said, "You can come in." I wondered why he hesitated, but all of my thoughts flew out the door when this man flew in.