moments. [m.j]

Chapter 3

I sit angrily on the ledge of the pool area, where the group of boys from earlier are all splashing around in. Giana is happily flirting with Jermaine, twirling her locks, and stroking his bare chest. The sun is bright and burning into my back. I kick my toes into the pool, and grumpily look towards Elaine who is sitting on Michaels lap on the sun-bed, as his hands grope her hips. I watch how his fingers dig into her skin, making her wince a giggle. I rub my temples, wondering how much longer Gracie will be, as she said she will arrive after an hour, and collect Elaine, and we can go home, 2017.

"Baby girl why you mad?!" Jermaine coos over the pool, and I cross my arms over my one piece black swimsuit which I stole from the woman we froze. It fits me nicely, yet a little too nicely, exposing a fair amount of side-boob and hugging my hips so tight it cuts into me when I move too much. I roll my eyes at Giana, who is lapping in the luxury of being petted by Jermaine. If only he knew she was a 70 year old woman, just inside her younger self. I watch closely as Michael utters something to Elaine with a smirk, before sliding her off from his lap, and grabbing her hand. He slowly leads her towards the house, still whispering into her ear, and reaching his hand to her behind. He squeezes it lightly, making her squeal and giggle. I quickly stand up, bringing my feet from out of the cool water, and scramble to rush behind them. I knot my hair into a low ponytail, as I shake off my dripping wet feet which slap against the burning concrete and leave a trail of water. I follow them as they walk, a smirk creeping across my lips. You wait until I tell Gracie what you've been up to.

I follow them into the house, which is furnished beautifully, in true 70s fashion, mostly brown and peachy tones, but somehow it looks good. I stand behind a cream colored pillar in the middle of the living room, watching them run hand in hand up the staircase, giggling and unable to keep their hands from each other. Once they reach the top, I quickly hop up the creaky wooden staircase, glossed nicely along with the rest of the floorboards. I watch them with narrowed eyes, as Elaine suddenly pins Michael to the wall, murmuring a few things to him, as he begins to hesitate.

"Not in there...thats Tito's room." I faintly hear Michael, as I still crouch half way down the staircase, able to see nothing more than below their lower back.

"Well theres nothing wrong with here" Elaine chuckles, and I gasp, holding my hand over my mouth. I slowly creep higher up the staircase, to see Michael pushing Elaine away as she reaches for the waistband of his shorts. She groans impatiently, and runs her hand up his dark bare chest. She leans her lips up to meet his own, and to my shock, he turns his face away. I decide I should strep in. I slam my bare foot onto the stairs, as I make my presence obvious to them both. Their eyes dart in my direction, and Michael sighs in relief, as Elaine turns around gasping.

"Beverly go away!" She shoots, adjusting her pink bikini in which I have no idea where she got it from. Probably cast a spell to buy one. I didn't even know she knew how to do that.

"No...she's okay" Michael slowly mumbles, nibbling on his lower lip. He slips out from pinned against the wall, and shuffles towards me awkwardly. I narrow my eyes at Elaine, who stands grumpily with her hands on her hips. I stare at her with angry eyes, feeling them start to burn. They must be turning blue. She quickly speed walks past us both, and runs down the staircase, and jogging out to the backyard through the side sliding door that leads from the kitchen. I watch her slowly, as she disappears outside. I look to my side, to see Michael with steady breaths, his chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes gaze up from watching Elaine, and I find myself caught in his feelings, unable to tell why I suddenly feel remorseful towards him.

"Thanks..." He mutters softly, scratching behind his neck, and I nod slowly and awkwardly. He shuffles past me to walk down the staircase, and I decide to stop him by reaching my hand out to his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" I say softly, feeling I'm obligated to ask. He glances up at me with his deep eyes, and long eyelashes in which I haven't noticed before. He sighs, and nods.

"You wanna come for a smoke?" He offers, gesturing his chin down the staircase. I furrow my brows together, and drag my hand down the rail of the staircase, slowly stepping down to be levelled with him.

"You smoke?" I ask, as he begins jumping slightly down the stairs, and I follow.

"Nah, I just sit with my brothers. Its mostly Jermaine who smokes." He says in an innocent upbeat voice, as he is quick to beat me to the bottom of the staircase. I quickly catch up to his sudden movements, and follow behind as he leads me towards the backyard again. Everyone is still in the same positions, bathing in the sun beside the pool, apart from Jermaine, who is already one step ahead of us. He has a cigarette between his teeth, and cups a hand around the end, as he ignites it with a small flicker of an orange flame. He jogs towards us both with his buff and dark body, and tosses me the packet of cigarettes. I notice how the packaging is a simple baby blue, with a smile printed onto it. I knit my brows in confusion, knowing in 2017 you'd be greeted by pictures of rotten teeth and black lungs.

"Ill meet you two out the front, let me get the others" Jermaine says in a deep murmur, gazing at my tightly squeezed body beneath my swimsuit, and I narrow my eyes at him, badly wanting to use my powers on him to go blind. Happy thoughts Beverly, happy thoughts.

"Lets go" Michael whispers, tugging the tight material attached to my hip, and I swat his hand away. He snickers, and walks ahead of me, giving me a view of his toned back, his muscles moving accordingly, and his butt looking more round and plump than I remember. As we weave our way around the house, my eyes are quickly caught by a slick black van slowing down on the side of the road. I roll my eyes, knowing its probably just paparazzi, and scramble to walk next to Michael.

"The paps are here" I whisper, and he quickly darts his head towards them, and covers him mouth. He grabs my arm, and leads us around a small bush, and ducks down. I crouch beside him, the grass tickling at my bare skin, and his back rubbing against my shoulder, as he blocks me away from the van.

"I don't want them thinking I have some sort of...thing with you. I don't like you. Im just here to get my sister remember" I spit harshly, and he doesn't say much more other than use me with a viscous hissing sound, and nudging his elbow at my stomach. Suddenly, I feel large hands grasp around my throat, and I scream, soon having the hand cover my mouth with a thick glove. Michael gasps, and is soon too grabbed by a large man, dressed in all black, and sunglasses, with black garden gloves on too. My body paralyses, and I find myself quivering tremendously, watching as Michael is ripped from hiding the leaves of the shrub,kicking and screaming. The man whom holds me, yanks me by my hair, his arm wrapped around my waist, making me squeal in pain, and kick my legs around. He drags me across the lawn, and I reach my arms out trying to grab anything I can, but fail, as he hoists me over his shoulder.

I start choking up tears, as the man throws me into the van alongside Michael, who's wrists are being tied above his head, and hooked onto something that is dangling from the roof. The first man shoves him down to sit on a plastic seat, and ties his feet around each chair leg. The second man (who still holds my hair) grabs my wrists, and hoists them above my head. He starts wrapping a piece of thick rope around them, and I close my eyes, biting down hard on my lips. He tightens them so much around my wrists that my hand begin to tingle, and the fear builds up so much I'm unable to speak. Once he ties my legs around the chair legs, and shoves my to sit down, he stuffs a displeasing tasting sock in my mouth, and quickly runs to the front seat of the van alongside the other man. I look to my left at Michael, whom also has a black sock stuffed into his mouth. I would use my powers to let us loose, but I was never taught how. Aunt Gracie never thought we needed to know how to conduct violence as of yet. The van is boosted to a high speed, the two men whispering to each other in deep voices, the sunglasses still shielding their eyes, as they remove the gloves from their pasty white hands.

"Now, if you two are going to do what we say, and this will be over with nicely and cleanly okay?" The man whom drives speaks, as he swerves the car onto the main road, calmly sliding into the sea of California traffic. I feel my hands become clammy, and my throat choke up, as the gag in my mouth tastes of dirt. The second man whom had me before climbs back from his seat, with a sharp needle in his rough hands. I feel my breathing speed up rapidly, and I begin sobbing, as he comes closer. He jabs the needle into my arm, making my squeal in excruciating pain.

Then everything turns blank.

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Sorry for the extremely short chapter lovelies, but i didn't wanna give too much away! Expect an update tomorrow night !

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