Brandi
After Carla finished her protest about everyone calling me a prostitute and telling them to piss off, I felt absolutely relieved. Because if anyone doesn't think that speech scared them off, the intimidated looks on their faces told otherwise. So I was grateful to my bestfriend.
"Feel better now?" Carla asked jumping down from the cafeteria table.
"Much better." I smiled.
"Yo Carla, you totally kicked ass up there." Dylan, my "boyfriend" smirked. We're not exactly official. Well, in his book anyway.
"I'm fine too." I waved sarcastically.
"I'm glad." he said with a sympathetic smile, pulling me in for a much needed hug.
The bell for our next class rung, stating lunch was over and totally ruining my moment.
"Alright love birds, we don't wanna be late to class." Carla said.
"Yeah, speaking of love birds... We'll talk later." Dylan said, making my heart drop to my stomach wondering what it was he wanted to talk about.
"That was awkward." Carla muttered linking arms with me as we walked to class.
"Don't remind me." I rolled my eyes.
Peter
"How the hell could you let them get away?" My co-worker, Dave boomed.
A couple of other men and I work in a kidnapping/criminal agency, where we plot our next kidnapping projects. It's in a deserted area of town, that way no one will find out about us. Once I realized all the girls were gone, I had no other choice but to call Dave and Frank over, who I knew would come angry.
"I mean, you had one job. Keep them locked up in here, so we could plan what to do with them next. How could you let some bratty teenagers get the best of your intelligence?" Dave said, his voice rising.
"Look, I didn't mean for it to happen. I know I used the best locks we had, and I just went to visit my parents' place a couple minutes away." I said sincere.
"That's no fucking excuse!" he banged the wall with his fist, making me slightly jump. "You should have someone on watch 24/7."
"What do you want me to do, get a fucking German Shepard?" I asked angrily.
"Or somewhat." Dave sighed. "Any who, do you want these girls back or not?"
"Of course. There was this one girl... I named her GG. She's so beautiful I could just-"
"Alright, you can tell me about your kinky pedo-fantasies some other day. Frank, call Chuck and Richard and tell them to meet us in the board room
of the agency in thirty minutes sharp, so we can plan this out."
"I'm on it." Frank shot up, dialing away. Frank has the assistant-type figure. He's quiet, but when he's given a task he doesn't hesitate.
"Alright, You." Dave sternly pointed at me. "Get in the car and on our way to the agency you can tell about your minor romance with Fee Fee, or whatever her name is." He scoffed, walking out the door.
"It's GG." I said quietly, smiling to myself and trailing behind Dave.
Brandi
The final dismissal bell rang and I couldn't be happier. That was the most stressful day I've ever had, and all I wanted to do when I got home was take a warm bubble bath and hop into bed.
"That wasn't such a bad day." Carla smiled as we walked out the large double-doors.
"Well, it could've been worse." I mumbled.
"Brandi!" Dylan called from behind us. I turned to him with a smile on my face, but his expression was a bit opposite from mine.
"Hey, I'll meet you in a sec." I said walking away from Carla.
"You okay?" I asked as I approached Dylan.
"I wanted to talk to you." he said, his voice distant.
"Yeah sure. Just make it quick I don't want us to miss our bus."
"Alright well, I don't think we should... 'see' eachother anymore. I mean we're not exactly dating and-"
"Wait, why? I thought everything was fine between us." I said interrupting him.
"It's not you Bran. It's..." he paused gazing up at someone.
I followed his stare towards Carla, and laughed it off. "You don't-"
My smiled faded once I saw him staring guiltily at the ground.
"You do..." I said weakly. I felt my eyes well with tears. I shouldn't be crying over this, but c'mon, Carla? My best friend?
To his shock and slightly mine, I planted a slap across his face, reddening his cheek. "You asshole." I wept. A few heads turned, Carla's being one of them. She rushed over.
"Alright, we should get going." She said griping my shoulders pulling me away from Dylan. But I kept my stare on him, and he kept his on the ground.
"You okay? We can talk later." She asked with her arm around my shoulder.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I sniffed.
Suddenly a long, sleek limo pulled into the curb of the school, and a tall man wearing a suit stepped out. I noticed he was walking towards Carla and I.
"Miss Brandi and Carla? I'm here to retrieve you from school. Your mother's orders." He approached us, his gaze on Carla.
"How do I know you're not lying?" Carla side-eyed him, gripping my shoulder.
He held up a cell phone with a text message lighting up the screen, Carla's mother's phone number and name above the small passage:
'Could you pick Carla and Brandi up from school? I'll explain to them once they arrive. Here's the address:'
Carla glanced at the phone and sighed once she recognized her mom's phone number. "Alright. Let's go."
I stared at her rapidly. "It'll be okay." she smiled.
Once we stepped into the limo, three men, also in suits sat before us. When I recognized one of them, my heart dropped. And when the chauffeur slammed the door and locked it, my heart dropped further.
"Hello girls. GG." he smirked at Carla with his legs crossed, who's eyes were wide and filled with fear.
As were mine.
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped
Acţiune13 year old Carla, her younger sister Amy, and her careless mother live a decent life. That's until she gets taken away from "life" as she knows it.
