Kidnapped

We just have so many issues...

    When I woke the first thing I felt was pain. Horrible, horrible, pain. I sat up and said, “Crap.”
    Devin was lying on the floor unconscious and Martin and Liam were still going at it. I was in the same area I had passed out in, except now I felt something sticky on me. Was that---ewww! Blood!

    I moaned. Liam glanced at me, but kept fighting with Martin. I wondered how many more times Devin had whipped me before Liam had managed to stop him. Looking at my raw skin and feeling the pain, I guessed a lot. I was glad that I wasn’t awake for it.

    I gasped. Martin swung the whip at Liam and hit him in his bare back. When had he taken his shirt off? Liam fell to the ground.

    Swearing, I stood up and tackled Martin. Some of my still bleeding cuts smeared blood on him and he screamed as we fell to the ground.

    The pain was so unbearable.

    I screamed in pain, and Martin pinned me. Liam shot up, grabbed Martin’s whip, and threw it as far as he could to the left, but it didn’t go very far because it was with his bad arm. Then he grabbed Martin and swung him over his shoulder.

    I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. Instead I moaned again. Out of the corned of my eye I saw Devin move, then his eyes flutter. I tried to warn Liam but all that came out of my mouth was a scream.

    Devin was crawling towards the whip. He snatched it, and then came crawling at me. I wanted to run. But I couldn’t. I was stuck in the pool of blood that surrounded me unable to move or speak or do anything to help Liam. Or myself, I thought. Plus, the blood made me want to throw up.

    He whipped me and I screamed so loud that both Liam and Martin looked over. “Devin!” Martin screamed, at the same time Liam said, “Kayla!”

    Because now I had the whip. I don’t know how it happened, one minute I was being whipped and the next I had it in my hand. With one last effort I swung at Devin and got him in the face.

    “Aaaaahhh!” He screamed. Then strong arms were on me and I heard yelling.

    When I woke again me and Liam were back in the barn. I was laying on hay and Liam was sitting in the corner. “Whhatttt happened?”

    Liam half smiled. “After you whipped Devin, he got the whip back and started hurting you but Martin got mad and hauled us in here. We’ve been in here for like two hours.”

    I flinched as I sat up, then moaned as the pain all came back. Liam frowned. “I don’t know what to do to fix your cuts. But---you should be fine.”

    I raised my eyebrows at him, “I’m not idiotic, Liam. I’ll bleed to death.”

    Liam sighed, “What do you want me to say? Hey, you’re probably gonna die?”

    “You just did.”

    “Maybe...maybe Devin still likes you. Maybe he’ll get you help even after what happened.”

    I laughed, then groaned. “That’s not gonna happen.”

    We sat in silence. What were we supposed to say? “I miss Marisa.” Liam finally said. “If she were here we’d probably all find a way to leave, and steal medicine for your cuts and get out of here.”

    “I miss Harry too.” For the first time since we get kidnapped, I kind of felt like crying. Something about Devin scared me. He was insane, I was sure of it. Driven mad by the lack of people his own age. And that whip scared me even more. I shivered.

    Liam took off his shirt and wrapped it around the worst of the cuts. One was turning a green color. Oh, God.

    I thought of the idea of cutting it in strips and we did so that it could help me. There wasn’t really anything left to do.

    When the barn door opened.




    The man gave us a small piece of paper with an address scribbled in a messy, fast handwriting. We nodded with thanks and left the store.

    “This dress is really itchy,” I said, scratching my arms. “Anyway, what’s the address?”

    “1425 Mandlow Lane,” Harry said. He had a smile on his face, and I’m sure I did. We both were thinking about how we could really get Liam and Kayla back.

    “Where is that?” I said.

    Harry walked over to an old lady sitting on a bench. She was creepy, but probably the most normal person in this neighborhood.

    “Hi,” He said in his fake accent. It was kind of comical how he had an accent and was now making a fake one. “Do you know where Mandlow street is?”

    “Oh,” The old woman said in a raspy voice. “That’s about 20 miles from here. You probably will have to take a taxi.”

    “Thanks,” Harry said. He walked back over to me. “Let’s get a taxi.”

    As we stepped inside a carriage, it was obviously this taxi was horse-drawn. There was a man sitting on top of a bench.

    “Where to?” He said.

    “Mandlow lane, please,” Harry said.

    “Alright,” The man said and the horses lunged forward. They were big Canadian horses, and it was obvious they weren’t being cared for. I felt sad.

    Harry sat back in the leather seat and breathed. “What are we going to do when we find them?”

    “Try to sneak them out somehow?” I said. “That might be hard, but we have to try.”

    Harry nodded, and I turned to look out of the window.

    We didn’t talk for about 30 minutes, when the carriage came to a stop. There was whispering coming from the front.

    Suddenly, a familiar face popped into the window. Jean.

    He gave us a devious smile.

    “Run!” Harry shouted. We bolted out of the door, only for me to run right into a solid object. It was Gage.

    “Hey, babe, long time no see!” His eyes were dark and scary.

    Harry threw the first punch, but it was obviously prepared for. Gage ducked and rammed Harry into the carriage, which tilted it and made the horses neigh.

    I screamed with panic and turned my head. No one, out of all of the people walking up and down the streets, was looking at us. How?

    Harry managed to get up and hit Gage in the balls. He groaned, but Kerg popped up and tackled Harry.

    “Stop!” I yelled. Like that was going to do any good.

    Harry and Kerg started rolling around on the floor, and Harry banged Kerg’s head into the carriage, and Kerg punched Harry a few times, but Jean helped to pin Harry on the floor. I tried running away to get help, but Gage held me back.

    “Alright, now that that’s taken care of,” Jean said, wiping blood from his lip, “Do you two want to explain yourselves?”

    A gun went off and people fell to the floor, but I couldn’t figure out who before blacking out.