Kidnapped

Evil dogs and Hotness

“MARISA!” A voice screams in my face, and I realize we’re in the truck.... for the hundredth time? And that Kayla’s screaming in my throbbing face...what happened? This is Deja Vu.
    “What?” I slowly say, and as my eyes widen I notice the three others in here...Emmalina, (of course), Harry, and Liam. The two guys look really beat up, and Liam’s arm still looks horrible, plus his eye is swelling up.
    “Oh my gosh, what happened?” I ask. “I remember Kayla screaming, a guy laughing at me...” I put my hand to my face, and it feels gushy and gross.
    “Yeah, you look like crap,” Kayla admits. My face burns with embarrassment.
    “No she doesn’t,” Liam says. AWWWWWW!!!!
    “Thanks, but I feel like crap too,” I say, sitting up. “So- we’re kidnapped again. It’s probably my fault. Kayla did want us to go, but I didn’t because....
    Whoops. Liam is standing right there.
    “It’s okay,” Kayla says. “But we have to figure out a plan.”
    “How about getting to a doctor, if that’s possible,” I say, moving towards Liam. “You’re arm is definitely broken.”
    “That’s not possible,” Kayla says, shaking her head. “So what should we do?”
    “One second,” I say, lightly lifting up the tarp covering the truck. The rain pelts into my swollen eye, and if I squint I can see the Eiffel Tower’s top in the distance. Liam, Harry, Emmalina, and Kayla lift it up too and sit next to me.
    “What are we going to do?” Harry asks. Their accents are soo cute.
    “Jump?” Liam suggests.
    “No way,” I say. “The kidnappers are smart.” I point down.
    Surrounding the whole truck are spikes that would immediately turn us into a human kabob.
    “Oh,” Kayla says, pursing her lip. “Another idea?”
    No one says anything.
    “Well, this is not very good,” I say. The truck stops and we cover the tarp back up and sit down. The back opens and the kidnappers stare right at us.
    “Are you guys comfortable back here?” The kidnapper says, sarcastically.
    “What? No!” Kayla says.
    “Thought you guys would want some company,” Another guy, the leader, says. I hate him. I see that he’s holding a huge cage, puts it in the truck, and opens it. A huge, vicious Rottweiler pops out, its thousands of teeth bared. The kidnappers shut the door quickly and hop back inside the front.
    “Anyone a dog whisperer?” Harry says, his voice sounding scared. We all back into a corner, and Kayla holds on to Emmalina with her life. I know that dog would kill her in a second.
    Suddenly, Emmalina jumps out of Kayla’s hand and runs to the dog.
    “NO!” Kayla and I both scream.
    What happens next probably is against the law in the circle of life. Emmalina makes really strange sounds from her throat, and the huge dog lays down and yips playfully. The chicken cuddles up next to him, and the dogs starts licking her.
    “They love each other!” Kayla says happily.
    “They love each other?” Liam, Harry, and I all say, confused.
    “Well, at least we’re not being torn to bits,” Liam says. I realize he’s clutching my hand, and blush like crazily.



    Emmalina and the dog, who I liked to call Booby, were cuddled in a corner. It was about the most romantic thing since the pretty little liars finale in March when Toby was talking to Spencer.
     Marisa and Liam were in another corner, talking in low voices. Marisa seemed to be crying and Liam was brushing away her tears. Cute.
    Harry and I were standing in the OTHER corner, leaning against the wall. “What do you think they’re going to do with us?” I asked, looking up at Harry.
    Harry sighed, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s like a Kony thing.”
    My eyes widened, “A Kony thing? I don’t want to get deformed or whatever! I won’t look pretty without a nose.”
    He laughed, despite the mood in the truck, “Sure ya would.”
    I giggled, “Yea well you defiantly wouldn’t look too good without eyes.”
    Harry laughed again, and I found that I really liked the sound. “You guys have gotten away before right? Can’t you figure out how to do it again?”
    I stopped laughing. “When we got away we had guns, and there weren’t big spikes around the truck. Plus, Steven Jerzak was on the street so we were like high with love.”
    “Who’s Stephen Jerzak?” Harry asked, sounding a little jealous.
    I kept quiet, “Nobody.”
    Harry raised his eyebrows and I sighed, “There are a few people in the world that I will always love. Stephen Jerzak, and every single boy in One Direction. You know, it’s kind of ironic that you’re named Harry and Liam’s named Liam.”
    “Why?”
    “Cuz’ in the band, I had a crush on the guy named Harry and Marisa had a crush on the guy named Liam.”
    Harry eyed me out of the corner of his eyes, which, by the way were like a grey right now. Grey was kind of hot. “So you have a crush on me?”
    “Nope. I didn’t say that.” I say, quickly.
    “Yea, but you didn’t not say it.”
    “British boys are confusing.”
    “And hot?”
    “Yea, that too.”
    Harry jumped up, “Ha! So you do admit that you think I’m hot.”   
    “Fine, but you think I’m hot too.”
    “I didn’t say that.” Harry mocked, except instead of it being annoying it was cute.
    “You didn’t not say it.” I teased back.
    Harry smiled, “Ok, I guess you’re kind of hot too.”