Chapter Sixty-Four: Ryder

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I fall over when the guy who was driving slammed on the brakes. I slam my face into the back of the seat. 

Shit!!! i yell.

I could hear a chuckle from the front seat. I straighten up and slump back into the seat. The driver started driving again. It was about an hour later and we stopped all over again. 

I could hear someone get out and open the vans door. 

Come on! Get out! the driver says. 

I was trying to get out when someone grabs me by my arm and throws me out of the van. I hit the ground face first. I couldnt move since they tied my hands behind my back. I could feel someone left me up by my shirt and drag me off somewhere. I could hear someone open a door , then they throw me in. Someone else picked me up and put me in a chair. They tied up my legs and my arms. They take the bag off, look up to see Jacob. 

I groan, oh great its you. i say annoyed. 

Oh whats wrong? Youre not happy to see me. he says. 

I glare at him no im so happy to see you. i say sarcasm lacing through my voice.

He chuckles i can tell. he says. so im going to leave you for a few hours to go find certain people who decide to be a pain in my ass. Dont have to much fun while im gone. He says chuckling. 

He walks out of the room then comes back with a guy. 

He is going to babysit you while im gone. I will leave you two to spend somequality time together. Jacob say, leaving. The guy smiles and pops his knuckles. Oh shit! Im dead.

Soooo, how are you? i ask smiling. 

He looks at me giving me a blank expression.

Oh youre good that's good. i say. 

I look around to see i was in a large room with boxes everywhere. I look over to see guy was staring off at something. I look at where he was staring to see that he was staring at the only exit in this place. 

Dont even think about it. he says. I turn around to see him staring at me intensely. I knew he could tell that i was thinking about it because he puts his hand on gun that was on his waist, waiting for me to try and escape. I knew i couldnt get out of here even if i tried I would be dead before i could blinked. I slump down in my seat waiting for Jacob to come back. Waiting was the worst torture you could ever indorse. 

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