Kidnapped and ready to kill

Kidnapped and ready to kill Chapter 11

Lindsey POV

On the ride home I decided to ask,"How was the club tonight guys?"

"It was so awesome! How did you know the bouncer?" Jake asked. I stiffened a little.

"Carl has always been there for me. When things started to get rough. He was like a father to me." I said. I noticed we were in front of the house so I stopped the van and jumped out and slammed the door. I walked up to the door and waited for them to open it. When they did, Dylan asked, "What about your real father?" I froze.

"I'd rather not talk about it." I told him. "Come on, it can't be as bad as mine and Oliver's dad." He told me.

"Trust me. I have the worst parents." I told him trying to keep my voice calm but failing slightly.

"I doubt it." He said challenging me.

"Just leave me alone! Okay? My family is the worse. You wouldn't understand!" I screamed. Trying to be calm isn't working anymore.

"Oh yeah!" he screamed. He was going to continue but Oliver put a hand on his shoulder,"Dylan...." He said.

"No! She thinks she has the worst life. Lets tell her about our childhood."He yelled at him while solving his hand off his shoulder.

"We were always put behind our older sister and brother. They got into the best colleges, got the best jobs. Our parents didn't love us. They told to make our own money, to buy our own food. Later on they got into a car accident and were killed. Our parents blamed us. And you know what they did? They joined the gang so they could kill us." He finished with anger in his eyes.

If this were a cartoon I would have steam coming out of my ears. I was fuming.

So I did the one thing anyone would do.

I punched him in the face. Simple as that.

"My parents abused me and my brother from the age of 4 to 14. Ten years!!! At the age of 14 I ran away. My brother was 16 so he was okay. Two years later My brother was killed. Right in front of me!! Because of me!! The people that killed him are the people searching for me,the ones we are going to kill. These people are the people I used to call my parents!" I finished off with a little bit of tears in my eyes.

I stomped up to my room leaving their shocked and pity faces behind. When I got to my room I got into my pjs and jumped in to bed. That when I let the tears fall. But i was also thinking. Why did it bother me so much that Dylan yelled at me? Or that he looks really hot when mad? Stop it, Stop it, Stop it. Why am I saying this??

I just realized something.

Before I fell into a deep slumber I had one thought on my mind.

I like Dylan.