Kidnapped

Chapter Four: All or Nothing

Brandi's POV

I can't stand Candace for the life of me. I mean death of me. If the bitch thinks she can dislike me for no reason then she's got another thing coming.

It was the day after Candace and Blaire came, aka our escape day. As if it's gonna work.

I saw Candace and Blaire whispering from across the room.

"What are you doing?" Blaire asked.

"Oh, get this. I was going through that pile of junk in the corner over there and found this empty book. I'm gonna write journal entries in it everyday based on my time here. You know, maybe publish it into a book." Candace said.

"And I thought you wanted to get the hell out of here." Blaire smirked as she put her hands on her hips.

"Well, I have you so it may not be as bad."

"Aw, Can."

I rolled my eyes at their cheesiness and of ready for our escape. Carla mostly planned it all.

"Okay everyone gather round." she called out. She began to whisper,

"So, when the guy comes in Brandi will distract him, causing him to leave the door open. Then we'll run out and when his back is turned, Brandi will run out too. We have to make this plan all or nothing."

"Yeah, give me all the hard work." I muttered.

"Oh, Brandi. Before we make our separate ways I'd like you to read this." Candace said handing me her journal.

The journal listed how miserable Candace was in her stay here for less than twenty-four hours. It also included some lovely additional things about me:

'I met this annoying girl named Brandi. I haven't known the girl for a whole day and I already hate her. She's rude, cocky, and thinks she's a know-it-all. I'm just glad I'm leaving so I don't have to see her face.'

I closed the book and handed it back to Candace.

"This is nice and all Candace, but I don't think it's very health to talk so bad about your self in the third person. And your name's not Brandi." I said sarcastically as she snatched the book out my hand and rolled her eyes.

"Enough girls. He'll be in here any second." Carla said.

Two minutes after Carla said that, our kidnapper walked in and I threw my body to the ground.

"Oh my God! My leg!" I screeched, grasping onto my 'bloody' leg. We used the left over ketchup from the McDonald's we had yesterday.

"Shit." he muttered under his breath and ran over to me. "What the hell happened?"

"I think I fell off the bunk onto something sharp. When I woke up this morning I was laying in blood on the ground." As I was saying that, I saw the girls each run out one by one successfully.

The kidnapper analyzed my leg and then wiped off some of the blood. He rubbed the blood between his index finger and thumb and realized how gooey it was.

"You bitch... This isn't blood." He said slapping me across the face.

"What kind of sick joke do you think this is?" He exclaimed, then looking behind him.

"What the hell?! Where's the rest of the girls?" He shouted, turning back to me.

"Um, I-" I stuttered.

"Stay here. And don't move or I'll make that blood real." He said rushing back out the door.

"Shit." I whispered as I sat up on my elbows.