A Way Out

Chapter 6: Nick

I know they probably don't want to talk to me right now, but I need to talk to them. I want to say sorry in person, not over a stupid text. Not only that, but I miss them. I want to be able to look into Bayley's dark blue eyes again, and to tell her how much I love her. I want to be able to kiss her vibrant lips as they interlock with mine. I want to see her beautiful face and her dirty blonde hair. I miss her terribly. I miss Jacob too, but not in that way. He was my someone to talk to, to play sports with, and to be with each other as best friends. We're mates. This distance thing is killing me.

I look out of my window and check my phone for the time. It's way too early for the bus, but I feel like a walk. I grab my bag and head out the door to the nice cold air. I love the cold air. I like the fact you can warm up fast versus having to cool down slowly and feel sick from heat. I decide to head to Bayley's. I'm going to tell her now. I would rather get a door slammed in the face than look like a pathetic friend.

As I approach Bayley's house, I notice all the lights are off. That's not normal. Bayley's always on time. I knock on her cold door. Nothing. I knock again. Nothing. I listen for any movement. Silence. I peek my head in and put my hand over my eyes to see in. Nothing. It's completely quiet in there. Odd.

I head for Jacob's house and plan out what I'm going to say. I get the jitters just thinking about it. I grab my phone to check the time again to make sure I wasn't going to miss the bus. I open my phone to messages and start responding to the texts I got earlier. With my head down, I walk across the street into Jacob's driveway. I run into a vehicle and fall flat on my ass. I look around to make sure no one saw my epic fall. I get up rubbing my head. As I look forward in the direction of the door, I notice the strange white van I just ran into. I notice his front door open and his car is not present. I can hear voices in the house, and I make my way into his front porch as quietly as I can. I creep on up the stairs with the noises getting louder and louder. I stop at the top, with the wall being my shield. I can hear them talking more clear, but still can't get what they're actually saying. One guy has a British accent and the other Australian. One has a deep voice. The accents sound younger. I look around the corner only exposing my eyes. They look my age. I could only see the back of their bodies. This is a sin.

A guy starts approaching near me. Quiet. I told my brain. I was scared they could hear the thoughts going through my head, different scenarios I was playing out. The guy is literally right in front of me. All it takes is for him to turn slightly to his right and I'll be fully exposed and in a heap of trouble. Take him out. My brain kept telling me. I didn't care what the consequences were. They were trespassing on Jacob's property. I went for it.

I threw a punch right in his face. He toggled backwards. I went in for another, but he grabbed my fist and stopped it mid air. This is going to be harder than I thought. He tries to kick me off balance, but I jump and throw a punch right in his jaw. I heard the other two guys approaching and turned my head to look. All of a sudden, since I'd given up my focus, the guy grabbed me and had my arm in a very painful position. I winced.

"We got him boys." The guy with the deep voice said. They laughed but with more of an evil tone.

The next thing I know is that I get a big punch, knocking me out. I wake up tied up with duck tape on my mouth. My hands and legs tied to each other. I'm in the back of the van trying to hold my balance as the van shakes back and forth.