Kidnapped

Have a fun night.

 He had light brown hair that was medium length, caramel brown eyes, a few freckles, and was pretty tall. He looked a little younger than Jean, maybe just a year older than us.

    Jean drove us to a huge building and took us into a room, where we saw him. He smiled, and something about his smile sent shivers down my back.

    “Hey, guys,” He said. “I’m Dester.”

    “We figured,” Kayla huffed.

    “So, what’s going on, exactly?” Harry asked.

    “Jean and I made... a deal,” Dester said. “He sold you guys to me.”

    “What??!” We all screamed.

    “Yep,” Jean said. “This guy works for the guys that....you know, shot Harry, and if I didn’t give them something they would kill me. So.....”

    “I can’t believe you,” Kayla huffed. “They are going to kill us!!”

    Jean shrugged. “Not my problem. But don’t worry, I’ll be checking in on you guys once in a while.”

    “Oh, yay, I feel so protected,” I sighed.

    “Well, see you later!” Jean said, and walked out the door.

    “So.....” Liam said. “What are you going to do with us?”

    “I don’t know, what do you want me to do with you?” Dester asked.

    “Um... let us go?” Kayla suggested. “That’s a possibility.”

    “Nah,” The guy replied. “How about.... okay, until I think of a better idea, you guys can be my slaves. My house needs a LOT of work to do.”

    He took us to his house- and he was right. It was a pig sty. There were pizza boxes, clothes, and something that smelled very bad.... all over the floor.

    He handed us a box full of cleaning stuff. “Okay, Harry, you can work outside, Liam, you can put up this flat screen TV in my room, and do all other construction stuff, and the girls can be the maids!”

    “Ew, you sexist pig,” Kayla huffed.

    He shrugged. “Eh. Well, have fun!”

    Marisa and I cleaned for four freaking hours. It was pretty uneventful, except when a rat came scurrying out of his jeans and landed next to Marisa, who screamed and ran out of the room.

    Now we sat against the wall, breathing heavily. “I need a shower,” I moaned.

    “Me too,” Marisa said, sighing. “And a cookie.”

    Suddenly, the door opened and Dester came in. Liam was behind him, sweating bullets, and Harry’s hair was sticking in all directions. “Okay,” Dester said, clapping his hands together, “Go get cleaned up and then come downstairs for dinner.”

    Happy with that order, I leaped up and ran to the shower. I got out and towel dried my hair, then put on jeans and a t-shirt, then a jacket that I found on some chair because I was cold.

    I walked down the stairs and saw Harry, Liam, and Marisa all sitting there with Dester. Dester was walking around pouring drinks for all of us, but Liam shook his head. “Nah, I want water.”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Yeah.”

    Dester shrugged, “It’s just apple juice.”

    “Ohmigod what!? I love apple juice!” I yelled, running up and drinking the whole glass then holding it out for more, which he re-filled.

    Harry and Marisa shrugged and drank there’s too. “This doesn’t taste like apple juice...” Harry said.

    “Oh, it is. Keep drinking...”

    Harry sighed and drank.

    Marisa did the same, and as this happened I began to feel...warm.

    “That wasn’t apple juice, was it?” Harry asked, swaying slightly. “Nope. It was vodka,” Dester walked out of the room, “Have a fun night.”

AN: hahahah vodka. what do yo peeps think that they gonna do drunk?? (: keep reading to finndd outttt