Run

This 2,517 word chapter is a make up for the long wait. I hope you like it. ;)

 A/N I still need an editor, so if you can plz tell me!

“Holden, Holden!” It has been maybe ten minutes sense I was thrown into the van, and I have been yelling non-stop. The car ride has been awful because of course I have been kidnapped and I have no idea where Holden is. Plus every time the car jerks I slam into the van wall, and the fact that my blindfold covering my eyes is soaked in tear does not help at all. More tears pour out of my eyes.

I don’t think anyone is in the back of the van with me, but I do hear quiet mummers coming from the front.  

“What have I done to deserve this?” I ask myself.

Calm down, June!

A voice inside my head screams at me.

For once think…

Okay. I take a deep breath. The people that took Holden away and put me in the back of this van are probably the ‘Tigers’.

Such a dumb name…

Focus! I take another deep breath. They are after the necklace that hangs around my neck. The necklace holds information, information that they cannot have, but do they know it is in the necklace that holds the information? Of course not, my dad is smarter than that. He put the key on the necklace because no one would suspect on a necklace, so all I have to do is convince them that I don’t have it then escape somehow, and find my brother. Easy…NOT, but it’s the best thing I have.

Why does this have to be me? I mean I lost both my parents, and my brother. I am all alone, and now these stupid people are chasing after me. Why would Dad leave me with this?

He was dying, and you were the only one around of course.

The van comes to a stop. I lean against the wall of the van. I hear men talking then a familiar cry.

“Sissy!!!” Holden’s voice rings in my ears. I straighten my back, and listen to where the cry is coming from.

“Get the girl.” A deep man voice says coming from my right. The door to the back of the van opens and some light shines through my blindfold.  Holden’s cry becomes louder when the door is open. I tense up because I hate that they are touching him. Before I could even try to stand up strong arms grab ahold of my arms.

“Where is my brother? Holden!” I scream into the man’s ears, but he doesn’t answer. If this guy wasn’t so strong I would attack him right now.

You’re nothing compared to him.

I am really getting annoyed with this stupid voice in my head.

“Sissy!” Holden replies.  I try to slip out of the man’s grip, but he is too strong.

“Give him to me you moron! That’s all I ask! Please!” I cry out. I don’t think this blindfold can take any more tears. Still I hear nothing, but Holden’s cry, which is the worst thing I have ever heard. I hate it when he cries because it just makes me want to cry. The man drags me out of the van. My feet slide against the concrete floors underneath me. As long as I can hear Holden or know he is with me or in the same room as me I guess it’s kind of good.

The man shoves me into a wooden chair. I feel ropes being tied around me that hold my arms down, so I can’t move them. I don’t struggle because then they might take Holden away. I feel the blindfold slowly fall off my face, and onto the base of my neck.