Bossman

Chapter 2

(This chapter dips into the story, but it's meant as more of a filler. I promise this is the last filler for a while.)
  The town of Fowler, Indiana was in panic. No one had even heard of a bad thing happening there. The only news they get there is when someone new moves into town. It was small, hell, it only has one stop light. So imagine how fast it spread when a local teen went missing. Oh I'm sorry, two local teens. It had come out a few hours after Cassandra's disappearance, that Holly, her best friend, was also missing.
   Mike, Cassandra's brother, was torn apart. They may not have had much of a family, but they were all the family they needed. It shook him when he found out that she was missing. He couldn't remember a time when she wasn't there to make him a meal out of food that wasn't there, or help him with his homework. In most recent cases, he couldn't remember her simply not being there. Sure, they're older now. Cassandra is 17, he's 15. That doesn't change it. Not only did this put him out of orbit, it scared him to death.
  Their mother, Anne, would seem to be broken up. She would cry in front of the cops. She would blabber about how scared she is that her precious little girl is hurt. Don't let that fool you, she was drunk as soon as the cops left. That's when the switch turned off, and she couldn't care less about Cassandra.
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"Goddamn" I couldn't even hear myself over my head pounding. "Oh yeah, sorry. Didn't mean to drop you on your head earlier", said a deep and calm voice that made the earlier events flood back into my mind. I instantly sat up and realized I was in a car. An unfamiliar car. The man driving was a complete stranger to me. And cue the freak out.
  "Let me go!", I screamed atop my lungs. I slid to the edge of the seat and pulled at the handle of the door with all my might. Nothing happened, the door was locked from the front. The man up front didn't seem to care to respond. "Let me go! Let me go! Who are you? What do you want?" I didn't mean for all of that to come out in one big soup of words, but when you've been kidnapped, it's easy to do. "I'd stop trying to open that door before you break it". I hadn't realized I was still trying. "Sit back". His voice was stern enough to make me listen to him. I sat back, sighing and throwing my head back against the seat. I jumped when something landed in my lap. "He said you liked them cold". I paused, does he seriously expect me to open this very suspicious McDonalds bag. I sat there looking up at the drivers seat. "Open it, it's not going to blow up". I sighed and lifted the bag to see how heavy it was. I don't think everything had really set in yet. The fact that I'd been kidnapped hadn't reached me y-, oh wait. Here it is.
I tossed the bag and jumped up, my fists beat against the glass, my throat hurting from how hard I was screaming. "Someone help me! He's going to kill me! Please!", I wasn't necessarily screaming anymore. It was a pathetic mix of crying and shouting.
   The car jolted, and so did I. I landed on my back, spreader over the seat. I heard his belt unbuckle and I saw him turn around. In no time, a gun was pointed at me. This was the first look I got a look at him. He has a strong jawline. Even in this horrid light, I can see how icy his eyes are. His lips are big. And his skin is so tan, it's contrasting nicely with his light sweater. Under different circumstances, I'd think of him as drop dead gorgeous.
"Now listen here. We're in this car for another two hours. And I'm not about to get a headache because of you. You don't want that to happen. So get back in your damn seat, buckle up, and eat that fucking food.". I gulped as he sat back in his seat. I sat up, to see that the jolt was him pulling over. I sat back in my seat as he started to get back on the road. I buckled up, like he said. And I picked up the bag. I opened it to see chicken nuggets. I suppose any other time I'd be happy that I was given a bag of my favorite food.
    That's when it hit me. "Who is.. he?". I could see him chuckle. "You'll find out". This dude had a chill vibe, which calmed me down enough for conversation. And well, also the fact that he's got a gun. I took a bite of a chicken nugget. "Well. How does he know how I like my favorite food?". "He knows everything about you, Love.". That made me pause. I thought about it for a minute and then took another bite, finishing off my first nug. "And who are you?". "Oh, how rude of me. I'm Josh.". "Uhm. Unfortunate to meet you" I said softly. I slumped back against the seat. A phone started to ring, startling me. He-, Josh picked it up and brought it to his ear. I couldn't hear the other end. But I could hear Josh. "No, she slept for most of it. She's woken up now...Only a few more hours... Tell Bossman she's okay.". The phone call ended with that. But my mind picked up on that. Bossman? That sounds so familiar.
   "Was that the infamous 'he'?". He smiled. "Nope, just another... Colleague.". I furrowed my eyebrows. "Is 'he' the guy you were just talking about. Bossman?". He chuckled and turned to look at me. "You Betcha".
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   It was quiet in here. Enough to make me loose my mind. It had felt like an eternity, although I'm sure it had only been around fifteen minutes. "Can you at least tell me where we're going?" I asked looking up at Josh. "I could. But then the surprise would be ruined.". I rolled my eyes and leaned back. "Why did you take me then?". He didn't respond right away, I figured I may have hit something there.
    "We still have quite a ways to go. I suggest you take a nap. It'll make it go faster for the both of us" he said, in a different tone of voice. More defensive. I crossed my arms and leaned my head back. I have so many questions. Who is Josh, really? Where is he taking me? What did I do wrong? And most importantly, who the hell is Bossman?.