I've been locked in this stupid room on this stupid chair for what feels like hours now. Ethan hasn't returned since he left earlier...after leaving numerous marks of course.
I struggle to move my hands and free myself, but the handcuffs only cut my wrist. I wince. Ouch. The rope around my feet comes undone a bit easier. Clearly Ethan doesn't know how to tie a proper knot. Idiot.
I hear a lock click and immediately freeze. Well....shit. I expect Ethan...but it isn't him. This boy looks around my age with darker skin and messy brown hair. His brown eyes lock on mine and he walks over. "Remember me?" He asks with a smirk. I frown.
Why would I remember hi-
Flashback
A loud bang from downstairs captures my attention. I frown and pause the t.v before walking downstairs. Two bulky figures ransack my living room, and turn upon hearing me.
"G- get out! I'll call the c- c- cops." I stutter. One of the boys drops his hood, revealing a mess of brown curls, and chuckles, stalking towards me. I tremble in fear and back away. Hitting the wall after my second step. Fuck.
"You'll call the cops? I'm so scared." He mocks me. The other figure advances towards us, not taking his hood off. "What do you want?" I force out. The boy places his arms against the wall, caging me in.
"Well, Regan owes us money but-" he stops and twirls a stand of my hair around his finger. ""-I think we can take a little more than his cash. How about...his heart." I'm suddenly pulled into the other guy's arms and he carrys me upstairs.
I squirm and cry, letting out pleas and whimpers that go unheard. The boy with tangled brown locks hold me down to my chair, while the other boy ties me down. "Please let me go! I- I won't say anything." I plead.
The guys wear identical smirks, sharing a mischievous look. "She's a mouthy one, ain't she, Mate?" The one who carried me up states with a thick Australian accent. The boy with brown hair nods and runs his filthy hand down my arm. "She definitely is. What do you say we...shut her up?" He offers.
My fear sky-rockets out the roof and I try and wiggle away from their prying hands. "Get away from me you low-life Miscreants!" I say boldly.
Present
"You're the guy who tried to...r- ra-..."I trail off, not able to say the word.
"You almost touched me." I state instead. The boy chuckles and leans closer to me. His breath fans my face, smelling of mint and cigarette smoke.
"What are you doing here?" I ask slowly. The boy rolls his eyes. "Don't see how that's your business, Darling." He says. I frown slightly. I mean...least this asshat could do is give me answers.
"Name?" I ask hopefully.
The unnamed boy scans me for a minute, taking in my state and body. "Heath. Joshua Heath." He says.
James Bond vibes.
"Josh!" Ethan shouts. Joshua swivels around and steps away from me. "Ethan." He greets. Using my untied feet, I slowly and quietly push myself back from them. Neither noticing.
"Out. She's mine." My ex says sternly. Josh casts me one more look before nodding and walking out. I glare at Ethan.
"They'll find me, you know." I tell him.
He raises an eyebrow and smirks. "No they won't, Baby." He says.
Bianca's POV
"It says she should be right up here." I say, looking down at my gps. We pull over and get out. Not a car or human in sight.
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Partners in Crime ~Completed~
Подростковая литератураCharlotte (Charlie) is forced to moved schools when the trouble of past relationships becomes too much. She vows to stay in the shadows and not draw attention to her herself. But that all changed quickly when she ends up tripping over her own feet a...
