Kidnapped

Ooooohhh SNAP!!

They came back about two hours later. “We have one more question,” Jean said. “And it’s frickin important so you better answer truthfully.”

    “Or what?”

    “Or whippy comes out of the closet.” Jean said.

    “Was he gay?”

    “I don’t know!”

    “What’s the question?” I asked.

    “Do any of you love each other?”

    “Why the fudge do you needa know that?”

    “We need to know if any of you would give your lives for the other, kay? It’s important and could affect what you do while fighting. Now answer.”

    To be honest, I didn’t really know if any of us would give our lives for the other.

    “I don’t know.”

    “Not an an-swah!” Julia screamed.

    “You’d have to ask them! I don’t know.”

    Jean went to the closet.

    “I don’t know!” I screamed again.

    He whipped me on the cheek.

    It hurt just as much as when Devin had done it and I screamed loudly.

    “An-sah!” Julia screamed.

    Once I was able to talk again I yelled, “Liam!”

    “What?” Tim said.

    “Liam would most likely give his life for Marisa. I mean, I’m not positive but like 99.9% sure!”

    “Who else?”

    “Marisa would prob do it for anybody, cuz she’d feel too bad.”

    “...and?”

    “Liam would def do it for Harry, you know, cuz they brothers and all. He prob do it for me too cuz he knows that it make Marisa sad and they are they like, you know...you know...

    “Harry would do it for Liam, most likely me too, but like I said you’d have to ask him. I’m not sure if he would do it for Marisa. I’d do it for Marisa, Harry, and yeah, Liam, I guess.”

    “Hhhmmpp. Crap. We were hoping you weren’t that close.”

    “Well we are so hah!”

    He whipped me again in the arm.

    “Stop the sass!”

    Julia whispered something to him and he nodded. “One more question. Liam and Marisa they are in love, yes?”

    “Are you kidding? Yes.”

    “Are you and Harry?”

    “We like kissing.”

    “But are you in love?”

    I thought about it. “Yes.”

    “Okay. Let’s go to the top deck.”

    We silently walked up to the top deck. We didn’t have a solid plan, but at least we knew what not to do.

    When we got there, it was pitch black and a million stars were in the sky. Jean, Tim, Julia, Gage and the other guys were standing there with Kayla behind them, tied up to a pole.

    “I don’t like poles,” Kayla said.

    “Shut up, unless you want me to duct tape your mouth too.”

    “Pass,” Kayla replied.

    “Okay, so are you going to give us some weapons to make this fair?” Harry said. “Or are you just too scared to get beaten?”

    Jean laughed evilly. “Oh, Harry. You think you can beat me. But I know every move you are going to make.”

    Harry looked at Liam and I and winked.

    “At least I have a girlfriend,” Harry replied.

    Jean’s smile dropped.

    “Oh snap!” Kayla said, laughing.

    “Do you want whippy again?” Jean asked.

    “Noooooo keep whippy in the closet!” She replied, shaking her head violently.

    “Whippy?” Liam asked.

    “Okay, everyone be quiet! Yes, we are going to give you weapons. Tim?”

    Tim stepped forward and handed each of us small knifes.

    “Gee, thanks,” I said.

    “Okay,” Jean said. They all stepped forward.

    “So, what’s the tasty revenge? Just killing us?” Liam asked.

    “Pretty much,” Jean replied.

    “Harry, you are fighting Tim and Gage, Liam, you’re fighting me and Fred, and Marisa, you’re fighting Bobby.”

    “What about me?” Kayla asked.

    “You’re tied to a pole, hun,” Gage said.

    “Don’t call me hun, only I can do that to Marisa! And she doesn’t even like it!”

    “This is true,” I said.

    “FIGHT!” Jean said, and chaos broke.

    At least I only had one guy. But he was huge. And I had to be strong. So, this would totally work out!

    “Um, hi,” I said.

    “Grrrrr,” Bobby growled.

    “Whoa,” I said, backing up. “Vicious.”

     He swung his huge ax thingy and I dropped to the floor, screaming. I lunged at his legs.

    “Get off of me!” He yelled, trying to pry me off.

    “Nooooooooo!” I yelled back.

    “Ugg!” He tried to kick me off, but I made my grip stronger.

    “Jean!” He yelled.

    “You need his help?” I asked.

    “No!” He replied.

    I probably shouldn’t have said that. He kicked his leg with such force that I went flying across the deck.

    “Ahhhh!” I screamed, and mid-air I watched the fight. Harry looked like he was bleeding, but he was still going and punching Gage and Tim. Liam was dodging pretty much every swing, but I saw a hurt look on his face. Jean was smiling and laughing and swinging at Liam. And Kayla...holy crap, where was Kayla! There was a pile of ropes under the pole...

    BANG. I hit a wall.

    “Ow,” I groaned.

    “Marisa!” Liam yelled.

    “I’m good,” I said, limping up.

    The big monster looking dude charged at me. He had so much momentum that when I rolled out of the way he rammed right into the wall.

    “Oooh, that had to hurt,” I cringed, right as I heard the alarm and saw the red blinking lights.