Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Louis: The High School Bully

Three Days Later

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Louis: The High School Bully

 

"Josh, pass me a cig, I'm dying."

"Yeah, here." Josh handed me a cigarette and I took it gratefully. Josh was my drug dealer, I have no idea how he got the pot, but he makes his own joints, and God, they're good.

"Thanks." I lit the joint quickly and brought it to my lips before breathing in the drug. I blew out the smoke to the side and took another puff.

"They good?" Asked Josh. He handed Nick, our other friend, two cigarettes.

"Great," I breathed.

Just then, a car pulled up, and some guy got out of the passenger seat. He started to walk our way, and I presumed he was going to turn down the sidewalk, but, no, he was still walking towards us. Then I noticed he was a cop.

"Oh, shit! Josh get out of here!" Josh jumped the metal fence surrounding the alleyway we were in. I quickly dropped my cigarette and stepped on it, crushing it to ashes.

The cop finally stopped and crossed his arms.

"What's up Officer?" Nick asked.

"Is there a Louis Tomlinson here?" He looked at me as he said that.

"Yeah, why?" I asked irritably.

"Looks like I'm going to have to bring you down to the station."

Shit. "Why?"

He sniffed the air. "I think you get my drift." He lowered himself down to my feet and said, "Looks like substance abuse." He rose to my level again and grabbed my arm roughly. I looked back at Nick as if to say, "What the hell about you?"

The cop pushed me on top of the hood of his car, which wasn't a police car, but a regular SUV.

I heard the tink of metal on metal and suddenly my hands were cuffed together.

"Officer, I think you're mistaken-"

"I know what I saw, shut up and get in the car." And he shoved me in. Weird behavior for a cop.

He got in the passenger seat, and I noticed there was a boy with dark skin and dark hair with black glasses in the drivers seat. He had tattoos running up his arm, almost a full sleeve from what I saw under his white short sleeve t-shirt. He was definitely no cop.

The "cop" had blonde hair and paler skin than the driver, so I didn't think they weren't related. Nor were they actual cops.

"Where the hell are we going?"

"You'll see in a few." The blonde responded.

"You're not a cop."

"I'm quite the opposite, kid."

"Oh, so you're a kidnapper dressed as a cop? That's great."

"No, I'm not a kidnapper, not yet anyway."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Shut up, kid, you ask too many questions. I'll tell you later."

"Can you at least uncuff me?"

"Not taking chances."

I huffed and growled in the backseat. It's not everyday you get kidnapped by a fake cop.

We took a couple turns and passed a few stoplights before we got to where we were going. A house. Great to know, I was being kidnapped.

The dark haired boy got out of the car after we pulled into the driveway and lifted up the garage door, then drove us in.