"All these sorrows I have seen
they lead me to believe that everything's a mess"
I see my phone light up with a message.
What do you want me to bring you for lunch?
That is always a hard question. Why must food be so delicious?
Just Mcdonalds is fine. I want the 10 piece nuggets and a small fries
Ok. See you soon. Love you
Love you too, but seriously, dont forget my fries ððð
That was one time. I thought you had forgiven me?
Its still up in the air
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No need to be dramatic. Of course i forgive you. Just dont forget them again.
Ill try not to eat them
Your kidding right?
No answer
Nate..... do NOT touch my fries!
I put up my phone and hope he doesn't take long to bring the food. When he comes I'm going to tell him that I do want to move in with him. I even talked to my mom about it and she was actually supportive and said that she was happy that I had Nate.
For some reason it got really busy at work for the first few hours and now that it's almost noon, it has slowed down. Everyone's probably out eating.
I decide to play some music in the background so it's not so quiet. I'm in between playing Bastille's new album or Twenty One Pilots when a customer comes in.
"Welcome. If you need any help let me know." I tell the guy. He has blonde hair and is of average height. But the thing that sticks out is the long scar he has down his cheek near his beard.
"Actually, I'm looking for a birthday gift for my girlfriend. Could you help me? I don't know shit about presents." He smiles. For some reason his smile freaks me out. Almost like it's fake.
"Um, well what does she like? We have jewelry. Maybe a nice necklace?" I gesture at the display.
"I like yours, where did you get it?" He asks while pointing at the necklace Nate had got me from California.
"It was a gift."
"From a boyfriend?" He taunts. Normally that would be an innocent question but I didn't want to explain anything to him.
"So do you want to look at the jewelry we offer?" I go back to the original topic.
"I bet it was your rich boyfriend who got that for you."
I feel my stomach drop as he says that. Okay, something is off about him. Plus how does he know about Nate. Alarm bells are going off in my head.
"What do you want?"
"Me? I want a lot of things. But first I have a job to do. I hope for your sake, that your little boyfriend is willing to pay up."
I'm about to tell him to leave and grab my cell from my pocket when I suddenly feel a sharp pain in my arm.
I turn to look where it came from and see another guy suddenly next to me injecting something from a syringe in my arm.
I didn't even see him. Where did he come from? I have more questions but I can't think anymore as things fade to black.
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Where am I? I open my eyes but I can't see anything. I'm laying down on what feels like a couch so I try to get up. As I do this I realize that my hands and legs are bound together. What the fuck? Then I remember what happened at the store. The two guys.
My mouth is uncovered so I can talk, but I'm scared of what might happen once they realize I'm awake. But at the same time I need answers.
I don't have time to decide as I hear voices getting closer. One I recognize as the guy in the store and the other I don't know. I can tell its another man.
"Did you send the text using her phone and then destroy it like I told you?" Crap. They took my cell.
"Yes, I'm not an idiot I think I managed that. How long tell we get the money?"
"Well, he has twenty four hours so it shouldn't be long, we are barely on the third hour."
"If he pays."
"Two million is chump change for people like his family. Unless he doesn't give a shit about the girl. Then the whole plan falls apart. Speaking of, go wake her up."
"Why do I have to do it?"
"Just listen to me before I beat your ass."
Shit. I hear the other guy mumbling and footsteps coming close to me.
Suddenly I see a bright light in my face.
"Good you're awake." This guy I don't know is the one who stuck me with the needle. I notice a blind in his hands. Thats what was probably covering my eyes. He repositions me so I'm sitting instead of lying down on the couch.
"Don't touch me." I feel my skin crawl.
"Stop being fucking dramatic." He mumbles. I'm the one tied up with rope and he thinks I'm being dramatic?
"Hello again." Scar guy says as he comes toward me from the otherside of the room. The other one is just standing there silent. He has black hair and is tall.
"What do you want?" Is all I can think of saying, repeating what I said back at the store.
"Nothing from you. It's really your boyfriends problem."
"What are you talking about?" I notice that we're at some old warehouse place. There's no light except some flashlights and lanterns. Its empty except for the couch I'm on and a small table and two chairs across the room.
"Look Ima explain whats going to happen, follow along and you'll be fine. Don't bother screaming for help cause where we're at is very secluded. If you don't listen then.... well lets not think negative yet. Got it?"
"Just tell me."
"Okay then, no need to beat around the bush I see. We are on a job. Someone paid for this to happen. We were told to kidnap you and hold you until your boyfriend pays the 2 million ransom. After he pays, we drop you off at a location and thats it. Simple really."
I'm in shock. This is too much to process. He explained it as if it isn't a big deal. The whole kidnapping and ransom.
"Who hired you to do this?"
"Can't tell you. It was the same person though who paid for us to arrange your friends accident though."
"Why? I don't understand anything." It comes out as a whisper. The person behind this also was behind Emma and Matt's accident. What if next my family is targeted? What if they hurt Nate? The more I think about it, the more I feel like I might have a panic attack.
"Is this the last part of your job?" I hope there's nothing else. I don't want anyone else I care about in danger. I'd rather get hurt instead of them.
"Yes. As long as we get the money. After that we will be long gone from here. That's the only reason your seeing our faces. But if we dont get paid and we're stuck with you, then sorry but your dead. Also as we told your boyfriend, if the cops get involved.. your dead too." He says it simply like it means nothing, my death. "Man, you or your dude must have really pissed off this person to hire us and instruct us to kidnap you." He adds.
I just stay quiet. I don't know who would arrange this. I feel like I'm in a bad dream waiting to wake up any minute now. Only there's no waking up from this. This is real.