Counting Stars

CHAPTER NINE - HEAD BUTTING THE DASHBOARD

RECAP:

"Please," I panted, not bothering to look at the driver. "Take me to the police station. This psycho-"

"What..." I spun round as the familiar voice reached my ears. Mr Cocky Pants eyed me with a confused expression, and my heart dropped into my toes.

"Where's Will?"

Crap.

CHAPTER NINE - HEAD BUTTING THE DASHBOARD

"Oh... my god. This cannot be happening. You have got to be kidding me."

I mentally face palmed as I frantically reached for the door handle, ready to fling it open and escape again without any stupid mistakes.

But fate had other ideas as Puck reached over the seats from where he was sitting at the back and placed both his hands on my shoulders, keeping me firmly planted in the seat.

"Oh, no you don't," he chuckled, as if watching me struggle was actually entertaining to him.

"We've got you exactly where we want you. I'm not sure how it happened, but we have. The only thing we have to figure out now is where the hell Will's got to. You can stay right here, where I can see you."

I glared at him, but realised it was no use trying to get away when I heard the locks on the doors click on, courtesy of Mr Cocky Pants.

I was effectively trapped. I placated myself with the notion that this situation was only temporary, and that I would not be locked in this car forever.
I would plan my grand escape later, and leave these boys a souvenir so terrifying they would know never again to mess with the Monroes.

Well, except for my dad. They could mess with him whenever they wanted. He was an exception, but they didn't need to know that.

Instead, I resorted back to mentally screaming at myself for getting right into the kidnappers' fucking car!

Willingly.

I was such an idiot.

I turned around and started banging my head repeatedly on the dashboard.

"I,"

Bang,

"Am such,"

Bang,

"A motherfucking,"

Bang,

"Dumbass."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Mr Cocky Pants grabbed my head and pulled it backwards, away from the dashboard.

I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest. And noticed he was still holding my head.
Kind of hard not to, when you can't see anything except arms in front of your face.

So I did the only normal thing anyone in the same situation would do.

I shifted up and bit him. Hard.

He screamed in a creepily girlish pitch and released me immediately.

"What the...." He let out a long string of curses no respectable lady should ever hear.

Before he could do anything else, there was a tap on the window of the car.

I turned my head to see Mr Robber Guy standing there through the tinted glass. I swallowed heavily, remembering the condition I had left him in a few minutes ago.

Oh, God.

The car door briefly unlocked and the door was thrown open.

And there stood Mr Robber Guy, staring down at me with a scarily stoic expression.

His eyes however, oh, his eyes.

They glimmered in the dim light, a whirlpool of emotions and promises.

With a stiff nod at the rest of the guys, he stooped down and climbed gracefully into the back of the car.

"Hey, where were you, man?" asked Labrador.

"I had something important to settle," was his brisk reply.

Then, he leaned forward between the two seats towards me.

"I'll deal with you later," he whispered in my ear.

I shivered involuntarily.

Click.

He leaned back and smirked.

"Just putting her seatbelt on. The buckle can be tricky unless you know how to handle it," he explained to the curious stares of the other three.

I looked down to see that his statement was in fact true.

The bastard.