Kidnapped

Fighting and Flirting go great together!

I dream of Liam. Getting run over by Kayla. Almost dying. Then, cuteness.

    When I wake up in the hotel room, Kayla is already up and getting dressed.   

    “So, what are doing today, Kayla?” I ask. “Are we going to run over some more people?”

    “If you want to,” She says, brushing her hair cheerfully.

    “We have to get back home somehow,” I say. “Maybe we can ask the guys to come to! Then we can get married, have babies, and grow old together!”

    “Having a baby hurts,” Kayla says. “And you’re psychotic.”

    “Maybe.” I get up, get dressed, and we immediately walk over to Liam and Harry’s apartment. I feel a strange breeze and slowly open the door to see the kidnappers.

    “Make another move, and they die,” The big one says. He’s holding Liam with a tight grip on his arm and a gun to his face, and another one is doing the same to Harry. They look a little confused. Three other guards surround the room.

    “Can we move our lips?” Kayla asks. My heart is beating a million times faster. If that guy lays a finger on Liam...

    “My arm hurts,” Liam mumbles.

    “SHUT UP!!!!” The big scary guy says.

    “Wow. Someone has anger management,” I say. Kayla stares at me, and I know she didn’t expect that from me. But I can’t let Liam die. Or Harry.

    “FIGHT!” Kayla lets out a wild scream that sounds like, “Eye eye eye!!!”

    Before I can do anything, Kayla is springing onto the guy holding Harry. Harry and Liam must do karate or something because they are awesome fighters. The one holding Liam drops his gun in shock and Liam picks it up and kicks him in the croch.

    “Kill them!” The one holding Harry screams. Harry jerks his head up and hits him right in the nose then steps on his foot, also taking his gun.

    I realize I’m just standing there and turn to see Kayla trying to handle the other three guys. Luckily, they don’t have guns. I spring into action and help her. I’m not the best fighter, (neither is Kayla,) but we handled them before. It’s a good thing no bookshelves are nearby.

    I run into a smaller one and he...Laughs? How rude. I try to pull him down, and suddenly I feel a huge bang in my face and fall over, the world spins then goes black.

    Let’s just say that the rest of the fight didn’t go too well. Harry, Liam, and I actually fought over Marisa for like five minutes until the other guys got us in death grips. They put us in the same truck as before.

    There is one good thing about this: Emmalina’s there! One of the kidnappers snatched Marisa’s body and threw her in. The first thing I do is give the chicken a big hug.

    Liam collapses in a corner. He looks pretty beat up, with a punch that will probably be a black eye later and a bunch of scratches.

    Harry stays standing, not looking quite as bad as Liam but still pretty bad. He walks over to Emmalina with me and says, “Is this Emmalina?”

    I nod and slide my back down the side of the truck. Harry walks over to Marisa and moves her so that she’s not on top of some big crates, and closer to Liam who looks ready to pass out, then comes back to me.

    With Marisa and Liam both asleep, we pet Emmalina alone. Harry looks at me, “How long have you guys been doing this?”

    I think, “I don’t really know. Maybe over a week I guess.”

    Harry nods, taking Emmalina from me and putting her into his lap. “Why didn’t you guys call the police earlier?”

    “Well Marisa didn’t want to cuz’ of Liam and I didn’t want to go back to Illinois so I guess that we just didn’t.”

    Harry coughs, some blood...ewww...coming out, “Well as least we can get some sleep now. Until those kidnappers come back..”

    “Do you have cellphones? Cuz’ I did but I forgot and then it fell off the side of a truck.”

    I notice that Harry still looks cute, despite everything. His curly hair is matted and dirty but his eyes are blue right now, and seem to kind of glow in the dark. “No, we don’t. They’re in the hotel.”

    “That sucks.”

    “So why didn’t you want to go back to Illinois?”

    I look at him, “It’s so boring there. But right now I guess I would rather be in math class...actually no. I think I would rather be here than math class.”

    “It’s because I’m so amazing isn’t it?” He says sarcastically.

    “No it’s because I really hate math.” I respond, not really joking.

    Harry laughs and I fall asleep to the sound.