"Harvey, we're going to need to ditch the license plate," Randle shouted up to the front seat. The man sitting in the passenger seat turned around, nodded, then turned back around.
"Why not just ditch the car?" I mumbled. Oh, yea! The guns back.
"You think we have the money to buy a new van, considering the fact that we just robbed a bank in the little town of Clever?"
"Well, considering the fact that you rob banks for a living gave me the idea that you may have enough money to buy yourself a new toy," I retorted. "How much money did you take anyways?"
"Half a million," he smirked. "We would have gotten more if the police hadn't showed there so fast."
"Well that is their job," I muttered, turning to look out the window. The windows on the Suv were all tinted, so no one could see in. We seemed to be driving down a dirt road in the middle of the woods.
"Where are we going?" I asked. We had been driving for maybe an hour, which only meant it would be harder for the police to find me.
"The middle of nowhere." That was my only reply.
We pulled up to a long, metal and barbed wire fence. The driver rolled his window down and pressed a code into a pad on the side of the fence. Slowly, the huge metal doors creaked open.
I suddenly realized we were literally in the middle of nowhere. There where about eighty acres of flat land, then nothing but trees. The perfect prison.
Get out," Randle ordered, snapping me out of my thoughts. I got out of the van, or was more like pulled out of the van since I was refusing to cooperate.
When I finally got a good look at the house, I stopped. It was huge! If these guys could afford a house this big, they could afford a new car.
"I'm going to get the license plate changed," Harvey, the man in the passenger's seat with almost blacked hair, stated, heading over to the garage.
Randle dragged me towards the house, and literally dropped me at the doorstep. I stood up, brushing the dirt off my jeans, and took in my surroundings. Randle was unlocking the front door, which for some reason had exactly six locks. That was going to be impossible to escape from.
"Are the locks to keep something out, or to keep something in?" I asked.
"Right now," Randle grunted, unlocking the last one, "they serve both purposes."
"What are you keeping out?" I asked, fully aware that it was me that they were keeping in.
"Shut up and stop asking questions!" Randle growled, grabbing my upper arm and dragging me inside.
The place was very well lived in, and by lived in, I mean trashed.
When you walk in the front door, you immediately step into the living room, which looked like the only room they lived in.
"Do you ever clean around here?" I asked, immediately regretting it. Randle hit me right on the eye. It hurt. A lot.
My hand immediately went to my face as I clamped my hand over my eye. I wanted to scream and hurl myself at him, but I restrained myself, knowing what would happen if I did.
I thought it couldn't get worse. Oh how wrong I was!
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Kindness
Misteri / ThrillerWhen Ava is kidnapped by a group of men who used her to get away from the cops, she is faced with a dilemma. She has always grown up wanting nothing but to be kind to everyone around her, especially the ones that are mean to her or hurt her. But can...
