KIDNAPPED

Chapter Sixteen

"So, what are you saying?" Nate says, who is literally on the edge of the sofa.

"They were sending a message, a threat something big is going to happen soon" Jason replies with his jaw clenched tight.

"It was a warning" His voice is foreboding and dread fills me up.

Whatever it is, it is not good.
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"So, what you're saying is that I am not allowed to go out of this room?" I asked Nate who was sitting on 'my' supposed bed. 

"Yeah...after today's incident, Jason is taking special precautions, everyone's on alert and you being the target, you have to be, you know like...protected" Nate explained.

"How are you guys even sure that I am the target and that gang is not working for something else? I ask him curiously. Of course Jason has explained to me that since I am from a 'rich' family, that is the reason behind the interest of these people. I suppose it is logical but I am well...not very popular, you can say, in the world of 'rich and famous'.

"Look, this gang is new, okay...and a new gang like this one doesn't just go around messing with big names" He slowly told me as if it was a hard concept for me grasp. Well, I have been rather elusive about this whole drama so that makes sense. 

"Yay! If being kidnapped was not enough, I am put on a house arrest...how wonderful!" I slumped on the window sill where I was sitting at the moment.

"Oh...I forgot to tell you..." He hesitated upon seeing my glare.

"There will be guards outside you doors at all time" He ran out the door before I could have lunged at him. That bitch!

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 "What do you want?" I asked Jason who slipped into room with his sneaky ways.

"Aren't you in foul mood today?" He sarcastically asked.

"Yeah well, a asshole locked me in this room, what do you expect?" I had the most absurd smile on my face saying this, which I am sure could have creep-ed out any psychopath.

"I should knock that muthafuka out" He fell on the bed face-first. 

What? 

"What the fuck, Jason?" I ask him, putting the book I have been reading aside. 

"I am admitting that I am a asshole and...I'm sleepy" Jason replies in a drowsy voice.

When I think about it, he does look exhausted, with dark rings under his eyes...his brimming with red eyes. 

If I have to take a guess, I would say it is around like 9 in the evening, but looking at Jason one would think that it's around fucking 4 in the morning.

 I already had dinner, like an hour ago, in this jail they call my bedroom. Losers...

"Okay...?" 

"Okay" Jason smiled dreamily and I actually moved a little far from him, don't blame me, he looked creepy as fuck and high...really high.

"Why are you smiling?" I ask uncertainly.

"Because we are quoting 'TFIOS'" He replied, eyes closed and smiling contently.

"TFI...what?" I am confused, no literally though.

"The Fault In Our Stars, idiot" I am at the moment sure that Jason is high as shit. 

"The fuck?" I comment.

I don't know what kind of drug Jason is on but I want to have it, whatever it fucking is.

"Mhm" Jason emits a sound and I know he is not going to give a proper reply...you know why, because the shit has already fallen asleep.