Kidnapped

Motorcycles and Crap Cans

Now, on a normal occasion I would never allow me and Marisa to stay in a creepy hotel while being chased by kidnappers, cuz’ frankly, the idea is kind of just plain creepy. But if it means I could get Emmalina back...well some things are worth risking.
    I hear as Marisa turns on the shower and begins to sing an old song by One Direction, “Wake up, we both need to wake up,” Marisa goes on.
    I sit on the bed, feeling bored. She’ll probably take a pretty long shower...I might as well do something.
    I get up and pull on my uggs, then walk back to the boy’s room. Liam answers it, and smiles when he sees me, “Hello Kayla. Is Marisa with you?”
    I shake my head, “No, sorry. I was actually wondering if you had like some way of transportation,” I paused, realizing how stupid that sounds, then realizing I don’t really care. “I have a few errands to run for Marisa.”
    Liam smiles, “Do you know how to drive a motorcycle? That’s all we have.”
    I fight back the smile on my face, “You have a motorcycle?”
    Liam grins, “Gosh no I couldn’t drive a motorcycle for my life. It’s Harry’s. He just turned 15, so he has his permit. I’m 15 too. How old are you two?”
    “Marisa’s fourteen and I’m thirteen. She’s six months older than me.”
    Just something to make him even better, I think. A guy with a motorcycle. “Do you want it?”
    “Yea.”
    He tosses me keys, “It’s in the front. Navy blue.”
    I nod and say thanks then ride the elevator down to the lobby and go into the parking lot. I find it easily enough, then pause realizing I don’t know how to start it.
    Oh, well. I press a few buttons, twist the handle bar, and kick off the street, and the motorcycle goes flying. I scream, stop, then go again, this time able to keep going.
    I’m not really sure what I’m doing, just wanting to do something I guess. I ride around for a while, admiring the lights and strange fat people walking on the sidewalk.
    Then I see them. Yes, them, the kidnapers. I swear under my breath when they see me and take off faster, fighting back a scream.
    They’re gaining on me, I think. They’re also on a motorcycles. Think, I think. Hahaha, ironic.
    Focus! I bite my lip, wishing I had a helmet or something cuz’ I have a feeling what I’m about to do is gonna be pretty dangerous.
    I swerve into an alley, just like in an action movie or something, and they follow me. Please, to the God of Motorcycles and Crap Cans, let this work.
    I bite my lip as I get closer. I can hear them screaming behind me. Almost there...at the last second I swerve from the big green garbage can in front of me just in time to avoid hitting it.
    The kidnappers, though I don’t know how, most not have seen it and run straight into it, rider and motorcycle becoming one.
    Yes! I think, then realize I’m still on a motorcycle. Stupid person. I scream, trying to get control, but it doesn’t really work out and I end up falling. I lift the motorcycle off of me and make sure nothing’s broken, just a bunch of cuts and a really bad hair situation, and set off into a sprint.
    I sprint all the way back to Liam and Harry’s.