Double Trouble

DT ch. 23

~ Chapter 23 ~ 

“Wakey, Wakey George,” Lexi said as she lightly slapped both of George’s cheeks. After our encounter with him earlier today, we brought him home and locked him in our basement. It’s getting late and he’s been unconscious for a little over four hours. I hope we didn’t kill him by mistake. He’s currently tied to a chair in the middle of the basement. It was dark, dusty, and gloomy in there since there were absolutely no windows. Wooden stairs led down to the basement that was about the size of a very small bedroom. The walls were all made of concrete and there was only one lightbulb and a switch to turn it on.

When George was nicely tied up in a million knots, thanks to Lexi, I gave Alex and Logan a ring. Alex, being the reckless person he is, decided to let out his anger by trashing his Saleen, blaming his absence as an “open doorway for murderers to kill us.”   In the background of our phone call I heard metal being banged on and glass shattering everywhere. You’d think anyone would have to be a lunatic to even put a scratch on a car like that, but they obviously haven’t met Alex. About an hour after the call he screeched into our driveway with a little black sedan that had smoke coming out of the engine. It looked like Alex just put it through hell. To top it all off, he didn’t even wait for me to open the door for him; he rammed the door open and once he saw Lexi he wrapped her into the tightest hug I’ve ever seen. Lexi had to choke out a “can’t breathe” before he loosened his grip on her. Now the door is barely hanging in there with only one hinge holding it up.

As for Logan, he went ballistic and said every name in the book. He felt so guilty and regretful. I almost cried listening to him beat himself up over something that wasn’t at all his fault. Reassuring him about a thousand times that I was in perfect condition, he told me he would try to come home as soon as he could. He called me back twenty minutes later saying he booked a flight late tonight so that he would arrive home early in the morning.

“Do you want a bucket of water?” I asked Lexi. She smiled evilly in response; I take that as a yes.

“Be right back Lex, don’t kill yourself,” I joked heading for the door. 

“Pshhh. That’s nearly impossible.”

“Sure it is. You went into a coma from high heels.”

“But I didn’t die.”

“Yea, yea, whatever.” I stepped out from the filthy basement and into the kitchen. I took a pitcher from one of the cabinets and filled it with water and ice before going back down to the basement.

“Thanks Tori,” Lexi said snatching the water from me and dumping it on George’s face. He jolted awake practically jumping up in the air, but lost his balance and fell on his side. 

“Good job,” Lexi mumbled.

“H-hey! Let me go! Get me out of this chair!” George yelled starting to panic.

“Not until you give me some answers,” I replied from the bottom of stairs.

“Who are you and why were you trying to kill us?” Lexi attempted.

“I can’t tell you that!”

“O yes you can otherwise you’re going to die.”

“Even if I did tell you, you’d kill me anyway.”

“That’s true, but it would me a quick bullet to the head. If you don’t tell us anything, well,” Lexi tapped her finger against her chin, “I can think of many ways to very slowly and painfully kill you. Maybe hang you upside down or shoot your legs and arms off or whip you to death or...” George gulped loudly and I knew we already won him over. He really is a weakling. I almost feel sorry for him, almost.