Heroine of Holly Ridge

Chapter nine

I manage to get the blindfold of my eyes and I see that it is night. Not gonna help me much in detecting where I am. The man caught me mere seconds later, but hey I was shackled so can yah blame me? "I like my... privacy?" I said shrugging.

He hoisted me over his shoulder (and trust me, that felt weird) and carried me back to the car. He refastened m blindfold and tossing me in the back again said,"Don't try that again." I sighed and leaned back against the black, as usual, leather seats.

And for the rest of the trip, I tried my hardest I make myself hurl. Oh how badly I wanted to ruin his most prized possession. I couldn't do it so I just spit on it a few times. "You know you really are more work than you're worth. But if he wants you..." He? Who's he? That doesn't sound good. Finally we jolted to a stop.

I'm still blind as a bat so he has to carry me into, wherever we are. I'm handed off to someone else, who is equally muscular. They set me down in a chair and tied another (!)chain around me. My blindfold is ripped off and I'm alone in a room. Or at least I think it's a room. Looks more like a train. It's completely dark except for a spotlight hanging precariously over me.

It's like one of those cop shows where they interview the murderers. I hear a door creak open and light footsteps. A handsome teen boy walks in. He looks anything but evil. "You've gotta help me!" I whispered frantically. The room jolts and my suspicions are confirmed. Ugh I hate trains.

He squats down until we are eye to eye. "We are here to help you, Quinn," he whispers back. I almost faint with relief. The door swings open. A buff body guard curiously peers inside and asks,"Duh... Boss how's the interrogation goin?" The seemingly friendly boy yells,"Close the door you, doofus!!!"

Boss. Interrogation. Poo. The man reddens and quietly closed the door. "So thanks to the dumbest guard alive you know who I am. If you are smart that is," he says politely. "You'll be 100 by the time you reach the IQ I had when I was only five," I respond raising my chin. He chuckled. "My name is Alan. And yours?" I think for a moment. "You already know my name. You used it when you first entered the room," I replied. "So you are smart?!" he looked genuinely surprised.

"What'd you expect," I say rather pleased with myself. "Nothing less," he says staring at me. He's making me quite uncomfortable. How long has he been staring at me? "So about that interrogation?" he finally says. And we begin.