He Stayed|

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I'm awake, and I'm sweating, nauseous and on the verge of passing out. I'm stuck in a car with kidnappers.

Most definitely from the other gang Noah was talking about.

Amazing. Amazing.

"If you're looking for the other leader, he was right inside the house you just picked me from.", I say, finding it difficult to breathe through the black cloth over my head.

I know it seems like I just sold out Noah, but really I'm sure he can defend himself, and I'm sure I can't, so it's not really a betrayal if you think about it, besides I couldn't care less about him.

I hear one chuckle loudly, and I roll my eyes.

"Must be nice kidnapping girls. How often do you do this? Twelve times a week, I hear seven's an auspicious number these days." I laugh nervously, trying to keep up the conversation.

No response.

That's cool.

"You guys aren't into all the horoscope things, yeah I mean neither am I, never really caught my eyes. There are so many things to keep up with too, there are like seven or eight signs, Libra, Leo, Gemini, honestly don't blame you." I ramble, rubbing my palms together, which wouldn't be hard considering the knots they made are practically forcing my hands together.

The car comes to a halt and I feel my blood still.

"Get out of the car."

Wait, are they talking to me?

I feel a shove on my right shoulder and I grunt,

Definitely talking to me.

I hear shuffling, and I feel myself being dragged to a dark place. The bag over my head prevents me from seeing... anything, really, but I can make out shadows and light.

"Just put her in the chair, the boss will be here soon". I hear one of them say. Small talk I can't make out is being made around the room.

They shove me on a hard wooden chair and I huff, crossing my legs over one another. It would be idiotic to run, considering that they might have guns. If they can kidnap a girl, I'm sure they can shoot people.

I hold my tongue. For now, considering one of them just said that the "boss", whoever that is, will soon be here.

Fuck you, Noah.

What happened to "I'll protect you", "You're my responsibility", "I care about you". Honestly, just fuck you. Making all those empty promising, and I'm still here about to face the wrong end of a gun, my ignorance was bliss, pure joy not thinking that reality would come back with a harsh slap on the face.

This isn't what I'm used to, I'm used to getting dark, angry stares in the hallways. Getting stupid death threats in my locker, being hated by teachers. All of that was fine because I was going to leave. I was going to escape from this stupid town. I was going to disappear from my mother, my stupid stepfather, and even my distant brother.

But now I'm really going to leave, I'm going to leave everything. I should be happy about this, shouldn't I? After all these years, I'm finally getting what I want.

The cease of small talk brings me back to my current situation.

Right about to get killed.

"Where is she?" That's strange. I've heard that voice before.

"Right here."

I hear the click of footsteps on what I assume is the tiled ground.

"Take of the sack."