Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 4

"What do you mean?" I say. "How could this possibly be my father's fault?"

The tanned boy laughs. "Let's say we want something from him."

"What do you want?" I ask. "If you kidnapped me because you want his money, he'll give it to you any minute. So why don't you let me go already?"

"We don't want his stupid money!" he snaps. "We want something else. Something way more important and as long as he doesn't give it to us, you are going to stay with us."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever you want, my father will give it to you as soon as he finds out I'm gone. Just let me go, I promise he'll give it to you."

The boy laughs awkwardly. "Uh... I hate to break it to you, but you've been gone fore five days now and he still hasn't given us anything..."

I frown. "W-what?" I stutter. "But why? Doesn't he love me?"

The boy puts a hand on my shoulder. "I don't know, pretty boy, but if I've learned anything about your dad it's that he doesn't care about anyone but himself."

I angrily shake his hand off my shoulder. "That's not true!" I yell. "My father is a good man, he loves me!"

He runs his hand through his hair. "Believe what you want," he says sighing. "Come on, Brook, let's leave our prisoner alone for now. I think he needs some time to think about what we just told him."

"What?" I say. "No, I don't! I just want to get away from here!"

Brooklyn looks at his feet, when he walks past me to leave the room.

"Brooklyn?" I beg. "Won't you help me?"

The tanned boy gives me an angry look. "Leave Brooklyn out of this, pretty boy!" He slams the door and locks it.

When I hear them walk away, I quietly drop to my knees. Why did this happen to me? What is going on between the boys and my father? Is there anything I don't know about him? Has he been lying about something?

My thoughts are interrupted when the door suddenly opens. The tanned boy's head appears around the door. "Uh... I have some food for you, I thought you'd be hungry after sleeping for such a long time," he says.
"Wait, have you been crying?"

"What?" I say. "I-I'm not crying." I bring my hand to my face and feel my cheeks are all wet and sticky. "Or maybe I am..."

The boy quickly walks inside and places a plate on the small table in the corner of the room. Then he sits down next to me and awkwardly bites his lip. "So... Do you want to talk about it?"

I look the other way. "Why would I talk about it with my kidnapper? You're currently ruining my life!"

He sighs. "We kidnapped you because of something your father did to us. That doesn't mean we're criminals without feelings. We care about other people, even about the son of the person who ruined our life."

"Uh... Thanks?" I say. I take a deep breath and look at him. "Look, I know you are trying to be nice, but this just feels kind of weird. Especially since I never wanted to be here in the first place!"

He rolls his eyes and gets up. "I understand you. I won't bother you again."

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that!" I say. "Actually I have no idea what I mean. I'm just confused."

He slowly turns around. "Okay... But I guess I should be going. Andy won't like it if I stay here for too long." He walks to the door, but I grab his shoulder.

"At least tell me your name," I say.

He smirks as he turns around. "It's Ryan. But you can call me Rye, pretty boy" he says, before closing the door.

"Bye Rye!" I say and somehow I can feel he's smiling on the other side of the door.