Fate

Unconscious

I woke up late the next morning, but I was still super tired. I yawned and stretched before I got out of bed. I went out to the living area and saw that Brice was still asleep on the couch. Not that I was surprised, the whole plane thing was stressful. I just hoped that the kidnappers wouldn't find us. I had no desire to get almost shot again.

My stomach growled. That's when I remember I hadn't eaten in 24 hours. I walked over to where Brice slept and hit him with the couch pillow.

"Hey! What was that for?" he grumbled rubbing his eyes.

I smirked. "I wanted you to wake up." I said innocently. 

He shot me a look. My stomach growled again. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yup. And we have no food. So. . ."

Brice nodded and grabbed his cell. "I'll call a cab." he said.

"Okay, I'll go get dresses." 

I opened my suitcase. I had fallen asleep in my clothes and hadn't looked in there yet. Oh my God. Brice successfully packed the tackiest things in my closet. Its official. Boys can't pack. I sighed and threw on a pale yellow dress. I needed to go shopping right away. After I find a place to sell these tacky clothes. I needed the money.

"You coming?" Brice called from the living room.

"Yeah!" I replied.

I grabbed my purse and followed Brice outside.

We ate at a small little bakery a couple miles away.

"We need to get a rental car." I said munching on my plantain tart.

"No we don't. My uncle lives here, somewhere, and he owns a car dealership." Brice smirked.

"Let me guess. Its, like, Mercedes Benz or something." I sighed. Rich people.

"The very one!" he chirped.

Since when do guys chirp? Whatever. All that matters is getting that car, and getting food, and non tacky clothes. But the car is number one.

Brice called another cab when we were done with breakfast. Brice told the guy the name of the dealer, but I didn't catch it. I was lost in thought. We were gonna go get one of the most expensive cars that hardly anybody has, while trying to hide from people who want me dead. Is that not crazy? Its crazy. I really don't want to die yet. Stupid cars. Stupid gangs. Stupid life. Stupid EVERYTHING.

"What?" Brice was looking at me funny.

Crap! I must've said that last part out loud.

I shook it off. "Nothing." I sighed.

Brice raised an eyebrow, then shrugged.

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"We're here!" Brice announced when we arrived at his uncles car store.

I. Have. No. Freaking. Words. None. Forget everything I said before, I want one of these cars. There's no freaking way that Brice's uncle is just gonna give us one. It a Mercedes! No one in their right mind would just give one away, for free. That would be totally awesome, but never gonna happen.

"What would be totally awesome?"

OH MY GOD! WHY DO I KEEP SAYING STUFF OUT LOUD?

Apparently I said that out loud to because Brice looked really confused.

"Um, so you really think your uncles just gonna give us a car? I mean, when was the last time you talked to him?" I wasn't convinced we were just getting a car.

"Before we, um, ran away. And failed I might add. I talked to him on the phone and told him what was going on. He said if we came down here instead of- of Switzerland, he would give us a car."

"Oh." I feel really really stupid. I'm an idiot.

"Oh is correct. Hello, miss. Remember me?" A voice snickered behind me. Oh my God. It was Klide. With a bandage on his head. And a gagged man struggling in his arms. I glanced at Brice, who had fallen to his knees. He looked right at the gagged man.

"Uncle." he choked.

Holy crap. I knew this was a bad idea! I knew it! Why is it always me? I just want to shut down and die. But that shouldn't be hard since I'm gonna die in the next 24 hours anyway. Goodbye cruel world. 

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They put me, Brice, and Brice's uncle into the back of a van. Then They took us into a big, black, scary looking building. They put everyone in separate, dark rooms that smelled like puke. They left us alone. I couldn't see, and I was guessing there wasn't a light switch anywhere. Not that it mattered.

I had been sitting here for what felt like hours. The puke smell made me dizzy. Where was it coming from. I herd footsteps slowly coming closer, but could see nothing. I herd the door open and someone gag. Serves them right. They were coming to kill me, I knew it. I looked around, still in the dark. It would be the last thing I saw before I died. I felt a needle jab into my arm as consciousness slipped away.