Kidnapped

Stealing from teenagers is our specialty

AN: I know that I just updated a couple of hours ago, but the new cover got me excited and I just decided to do it now (: hope that you enjoy, comment and vote! xx

I was happy now. We were all together. The doctor said Harry had to stay here for at least two more days, and that then he would have to be on some medication.
    “Um,” The doctor said, looking at us, “Where did your dad go?”
    “Our dad?” I asked.
    “Yea, the young looking guy with red hair,” The doctor said. “He said he was your dad and payed for more than enough to cover the expense.”
    Okay, you might think this is weird considering how much hell Jean has put us through, but I was kinda touched. In a strange way.
    “Oh......” I said, trying to think.
    “He had to go to work for an important interview, and he said it would okay if we checked out by ourselves?” Liam said, helping me out.
    “Oh,” He said. “Ya, I guess that’s alright. I’ll go get the medication.”
    Hospitals were kinda boring. We played Parchessi for a while- Harry won, which is kinda pathetic considering he was half out of it- and flipped through channels and talked for a while, then got some more food and then Harry had to change his gauze. He said it hurt like hell. Then, we went to sleep. Pretty interesting day, huh?
    When we woke up the next morning, we got more food and then the doctor said Harry was healing really well and could leave. Thank the Lord!
    We left the hospital- we had found a chunk of cash left by Jean under Harry’s bed, that guy was hard to figure out- and then walked down the street. Harry was limping and I could tell he was biting his lip to keep from screaming.
    “Okay, walking is NOT going to work,” Kayla said, holding up Harry.
    “Nah, I’m good,” Harry said.
    “Is the definition of good about to pass out and looking horrible and almost falling on the ground? And just got shot?” Kayla asked.
    “Um.....ya.”
    She shook her head. “We need to get a car or something.”
    “You know I have to ask the question,” Liam said. We nodded. “Where to now?”
    “Well, I think we have to meet up with Jean somehow,” Harry said. We all looked at him. “I mean, I know his a jerk and I hate his guts as much- no, more- than you guys but we’re in Arizona and there’s no way to get home....”
    “And we don’t want to go home just yet,” I said.
    He nodded.
    Then Liam said, “Plus, I think the only reason he left the hospital is because he’s still on the wanted list in the USA.”
    “True chiz,” Kayla said.
    “How are we going to find him?” I asked. But I knew finding Jean would be pretty much the easiest thing ever. Just look for red hair.

    It was all my idea, so yes, all credit goes to Kayla, deal with it.
    We were sitting behind a gas station, watching people when a teenage boy who looked about fifteen stepped out of his jeep. He had headphones in, and was bobbing his head as he stepped out to refill the car.
    I looked behind me and saw Harry and Liam were already thinking the same thing based on their expressions. Marisa was looking back and forth, confused, obviously not understanding the idea.
    I nodded at Liam and he grabbed one of Harry’s arm and hauled him up, and they began to limp their way to the jeep. Marisa followed, still looking a little confused as I walked over too. “Hey,” I said to the guy, and he took his headphones out.
    “Hi?” He answered.
    His back was facing the jeep. I peered over his shoulder to see Liam helping Harry get into the passengers seat and Marisa climbing into the back, a frown on her face. Soraaayyy but stealing just sometimes isn’t an option.
    “Mmmmmhhhm,” I said to the boy, just waiting for Liam to close the door...
    “Okay, bye, sorry for this.”
    In one swift move, I did a roundhouse kick to the guys chest, sending him flying in front of the jeep, and quickly opened the driver’s door. The keys were in there, and I turned them, then stepped on the gas, sending the car flying backwards.
    I managed to get out of the gas station with nothing more than a lot of swearing. “I should’ve drove,” Liam muttered from the back, and Marisa said that she agreed.
    “Shut up,” I said, my knuckles turning white as they gripped the wheel.
    I got onto a road with a couple of cars. Apparently, when there’s a red light, you have to slow down, you can’t just press the brake and expect the car to stop.
    But I did that anways, sending all of us flying forwards and the jeep almost crashing into a honda. “OW!” Harry screamed, and I looked over to see him biting his lip and staring at me, pain written all over his face.
    “Sorry!” I screamed, pressing the gas lighter as the light turned green. We moved at a steady speed now, and after a little while Harry reached over and turned on the radio.
    “We are never, ever EVERRRR getting back together!” Marisa sang from the backseat, dancing.
    I bobbed my head too, but then we almost crashed, so I stopped. “Where exactly are we going, Kayla?” Harry asked.
    “I don’t know. To find Jean. How far could he have gone?”
    Yeah, I know, it’s weird to be looking for your kidnapper but that’s just the kind of people we are okay? And besides, we couldn’t drive to Illinois. We didn’t have enough money for gas and crap.
    “Not far...look for cheap hotels and cities, that’s where he would most likely-”
    “Texas!” Marisa suddenly screamed.
    “Wha?” I answered.
    “No, no, I didn’t remember before but when Harry was in surgery, Liam was sitting on the couch, and Kayla was in the room with Harry while he was being operated on doing God knows what-no but really were you just like watching?- I overheard Jean talking to Raven about business in Dallas.”
    “Dallas?” Liam repeated.
    “Yeah,” Marisa answered, and Liam frowned.
    “What’s wrong with Dallas?” I asked.
    “It’s just so...country-like.”
    “I’m from Texas,” I said, shooting Liam a look in the mirror and making Harry chuckle, then moan in pain.
    “Okkkaaaayy...” Harry said, “Dallas it is. Giddy up, cowgirl.”