Cold

Chapter 27

Thursday

After waiting a good ten minutes before leaving the library, I make my way down to the gym. Looking over to one of the clocks on the wall, it reads 3:40am. So, I guess it's no longer Wednesday but Thursday.

Perfect. One day closer to getting home.

Hopefully, we get home today and not tomorrow because I can't stay here anymore.

Just as I'm about to reach for the gym door, someone wraps their arm around my waist while the other covers my mouth. My protests are muffled as I struggle against the persons grip.

Looking around, I see that they're dragging me into the guys changing room.

Oh.

God.

NO.

ANYTHING BUT THE GUYS CHANGING ROOM!

That's when I start moving even more and practically claw at the persons arm. They hiss in pain as they bang on the door with the heal of their foot. Someone opens the door on the other side and my kidnapper drags me in.

Thinking that I'll be able to get a good look at the guy who opened the door for us...I was wrong.

He's wearing a ski mask. Which means this is an actual kidnapping and that I'm literally going to do die in this school.

I don't bother to pay attention to the guys body besides knowing it's a dude because he has no boobs.

The nasty smell of sweat and shit take over my nose as it's all mixed in with Axe spray; because that's what all these stupid high school boy wear.

They all smell the damn same and only a few have that extra smell. That smell being marijuana or any type of drug they would smell of after lunch.

Moving my head around, my muffled shouts are quickly stopped as I look around the room properly. There are four guys in the room with me; that includes the guy who practically kidnapped me.

Pushing me into a chair, I'm about to scream when duck-tape is forced onto my lips. Moving my head around in protest, one of the guys roughly grab my jaw as they put the tape on me.

Once my lips are taped, they tie my chest and hands to the back of the chair and in one quick movement I know I lost.

I know that there's nothing I can do...yet.

Looking around at the guys, there's nothing that stands out about them. Making any of them different. They're divided.

Two are buff, but not too buff that makes them look like the hulk. They look like they just started to get to the buff level and are still working on it. Then to their right are the two hulk guys. One of them being my kidnapper.

They all stare at me as I feel my heart beating a million miles an hour. I stopped moving, stopped screaming, I know that I need them to somewhat trust me. And by staying quiet, that's exactly what they want.

I want to ask them what they want. Why they came after me. Is there a reason to why they're wearing masks? But everything is gone in a second when my kidnapper begins to speak.

"Before you ask any questions, know that we are all being payed to do this and that we are really sorry for what's about to happen next." My kidnapper moves towards me as my heart continues to beat fast.

Each step he takes makes the imaginary clock in my head click down the seconds before he reaches me.

Just as he's about to reach out to me, my right leg flies up and kicks him in his manhood. He falls to the floor holding himself as he curses in pain.

I begin to move around as I pull at my arm to try and break free. The three other guys run towards me as they try to hold me down.

I don't pay attention as my legs continue to swing left and right. I managed to hit the other buff guy in the stomach and one of the not so buff guys in the manhood.

Then with the last one—who came after my hands—I elbowed him in the face causing him to groan in pain as he holds his face. More specifically his nose.

Still trying to move out of the rope I pull and pull until I feel them loosen around my shoulders. Being able to pull out of the rope, I look at my hands as I tug them apart repeatedly.

Before I know it, I hear the sound of the changing room door being unlocked and I know I don't have much time before their buddies come to finish the job.

Tugging faster, I move to the corner of the room where the hooks are to hand your gym bag and attack my knotted hands to it. Then in one shot, I pull then down causing the rope to break.

Pulling the duck-tape off my mouth, I move towards the door but freeze as I see him standing there.

My eyes widen as my lips part with a shiver running down my back.

He's scary.

Worse than Gallo.

You have to stay away from him. Not a should like Gallo but a must.

This guy is bad news.

He controls everything in the drug world.

He's the one who gives Gallo his drugs sometimes...well. When they were friends at least.

Now. Not so much. And I know the reason for why they ended shit.

Not the rumors that everyone think are true. Gallo and I made them up to make sure we wouldn't get in shit from him.

I gulp down the throw up that's ready to come out as his smirk only grows. His twisted and messed up smirk that warned me to stay away. That laughed at me when I was broken.

Charles Costa.

Standing there with a now smile on his face; showing off his pearly whites.

Dirty blonde hair white scary bright green orbs that will make you look away in defeat every time you would look at him.

His stupid 6'0-foot height it still the same with the same tattoo that he has on his right forearm. A giant black broken rose to represent his mother who passed away because of cancer with the fallen pedals to represent the father who left him when he was 10.

I almost know everything about Charles. After all, we were close friends.

Gallo, Charles and I used to be a tag team growing up. Gallo and I just kinda kept Charles to the side because he was too busy with his family.

At the time we didn't understand and didn't care but now looking back we should have been better. Gallo and I.

His mother passed when he was 13. Practically forcing him into raising his little sister by himself. That was when everything went downhill for me and Gallo.

That was who he got the drug from.

Who ruined my relationship with him.

But I guess I had it coming.

And now here I am, locked in a changing room with him.

Being scared to death of what he has planned for me and Gallo.

But knowing Charles, he has something planned for me.

Only me.