Kidnapped

Running over boys and Explaining

I’m sitting in the Liam and Harry’s room, hair sopping wet from the shower, crossing my eyes. How could Kayla leave?! Does she realize that kidnappers could be out there?
    “She took the motorcycle,” Harry says.
    I think, “How stupid can you get?!” But say, “Oh,” Because they are just so dang cute.
    Suddenly, Kayla runs into the room, out of breath and covered in scrapes.
    “What happened?” I ask.
    “Motorcycle...screaming...bad guys....trash cans.....we need to leave!”
    “Let me call the police,” Liam says, an extremely worried look on his face. Awwwww.
    “NO!” We both scream.
    I realize the kidnappers could be coming soon and take Liam’s hand. “Can I have your phone number?”
    “MARISA!!” Kayla screams and pulls my hand. She looks back one last time. “Bye guys! I’ll return the motorcycle....possibly.”
    “What?” They both say, but we’re out of the door in a second.
    “Kayla! Explain!” I shout as she drags me down the hall into the elevator.
    “I took Harry’s motorcycle for fun and the kidnappers found me. Guess what? They ran into a dumpster!”
    “Good job, Kayla,” I say, half sarcastically. “That should give us enough time to get away. But Liam.....I never got his phone number.”
    “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Kayla says. “Maybe next time we get kidnapped, you’ll get it! You know, if we’re not DEAD by then!”
    “Okay...” I say just as the elevator opens. Kayla runs outside onto a random’s person motorcycle. She explains that Harry’s motorcycle is....dead.
    “Get on!” She shouts.
    “Um....I think I’ll just walk,” I say, knowing that’s a horrible idea.
    “Come on!” She shouts, and finally I hop on, praying for my life.
    “Wait!” A familiar voice shouts. I try to warn Kayla, but she starts the ignition and propels forward. I hear two bumps from under us and scream.
   

    OPPSIES, I did not mean for that to happen. “YOU KILLED THEM!” Marisa screams, and I bite my lip.
    We hop off and run to the two boys who are lying in the middle of the street. Harry has a huge red cut on his left cheek and Liam’s arm is twisted in a very unnatural angle.
    Marisa gasps and bends down next to him. “He needs mouth to mouth!”
    “No he doesn’t!”
    Marisa frowns.
    “I really don’t think his bone is supposed to bend that way.” I say, and Marisa shoots me a glare.
    We help them up and we walk back into the hotel room, which I am so not happy about, but Marisa looks pretty pleased.
    We set them on the couch and sit down on the chair. Liam looks like he’s in a lot of pain, and thinking I walk over to him, take the arm, and twist it so that it’s back in it socket. He screams and Marisa and Harry just watch.
    “What?” I say, “Now the doctors won’t have to re-break it later.”
    Marisa stares at me, “You are so stupid! Yet...kind of smart.”   
    I smile and the boys gape at us. “You two have a lot of explaining to do.”
    I glance at Marisa, telling her to start. She sighs, “Well me and Kayla were at the park and these guys came. And then Kayla made me fall under a bookshelf, and then we were in a truck.”
    “And then we found a chicken.” I add. “Named Emmalina.”
    “And then we found some candy, and Kayla shot me off a bridge.” Marisa says.
    “And then we found a lady and trashed her house.” I mention.
    “But then they found us again and took us here.”
    “And then we were here and saw Stephen Jerzak and broke an ice cream man.”
    “After we were running away we found you guys.”
    “So yep.” I finish.
    The boys stare for a minute. “Where’s the chicken now?” Harry asked. Oh Gosh.
    I open my mouth, then close it. “She um, she, well she’s with the kidnapers.”
    “Oh.”
    We sit in silence for a minute. Liam brakes it, “Just wondering, how did you know how do drive a motorcycle?”
    I think, “I don’t. By the way, it’s in a nearby alley. Dead.”
    Harry almost smiles.