Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 36 - His Family Jewels

Chapter 36 - His Family Jewels

"Guys, this is getting out of hand. Can you please just forget about me and let me go?" I asked, failing miserably at trying to get out of the chair they tied me to.

We were currently in the jail cell where The Populars stayed.

"Nope." They all said in sync.

"Why?"

"It's not that easy to just forget about something," Ray explained.

Yes, they have actually tied me to a damn chair. Now, this is what I thought would actually happen when I first got kidnapped, but after being with them for so long, I actually find this unbelievable.

"Well, it's pretty easy to let me go."

"It's not happening, Melissa." Marcus sighed. He sounded like he actually wanted to let me go.

"You guys are jerks."

Jordan gasped and looked at me. He held his hand to his chest. "Melissa! Words hurt."

"Oh yeah? Well so does this tight rope against my already messed up wrists. I'm sure it hurts a lot more."

Ray scowled, scolding himself not think about how much pain I was really in. "Then don't fight it." He forced out, already knowing what he said was a mistake. He flinched slightly, preparing for my comeback.

I opened my mouth to talk back but closed it again, realizing that I'm just wasting my energy. They won't listen to me, so why even bother?

Ray looked concerned how I didn't yell back and Marcus sighed.

I put my head down, my long messy hair, covering the sides of my face.

Cue the silence.

I really wish this all never happened.

As much "fun" as I had while being here, I'd rather still be the quiet bullied girl at school. Mom wouldn't have to worry about Ruby and I. We wouldn't have to worry about her. Ruby wouldn't have to know how depressed I am, I wouldn't get attention every time I took one step near the school.

Yeah, life wasn't great, but I'd rather live in a world where everything is shit than a world where I'm in some kind of reverse-harem where everyone expects me to get Stockholm Syndrome.

But then again, thinking about all of this is just adding to the stress. I almost killed myself today, and that's all of the drama I need to be exhausted for one day.

I let out a small sigh and lifted my head, only to have it fall back in an uncomfortable position.

"I hate you all," I mumbled bitterly as everything went limp and I found myself unconscious.

~Time Skip~

Finally becoming conscious again, I immediately sat up and my eyes widened to the size of golf balls. I searched around the room I was in.

I was still in the jail cell, but instead of being tied to a chair, I was laying on the bed that was built into the wall. The chair, however, was still in the room, sitting quietly next to the bed.

I looked at my wrists. The rope marks were still visible, too visible as if the person untied me at least an hour ago.

And obnoxious, long, snort interrupted my quiet investigation. It took me so much by surprise, I immediately stood up and hid behind the chair.

It took a few seconds to realize that the obnoxious snore was coming from Jordan, who was asleep on the couch that was outside of the cell.

I held my chest, feeling my heartbeat as I slowly calmed down from the scare.