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𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 my boyfriend's body in exhaustion as he continued to laugh. We were in the back of one of the Russian trucks as Robin drove down the long pathway.
"Jesus, slow down." Steve slurred.
I nodded in agreement, "Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?"
He shook his head, "It's the Indy 300."
I rolled my eyes, "No, you idiot, it's 500."
"It's 300." He yelled over me.
I turned around so I could look at him as a wide smile etched across my lips, "Let's say, one million."
We both burst into a fit of giggles until the truck rammed into a wall, causing me to groan out in pain as I hit my head.
"You guys all right back there?" Dustin asked.
"No," I immediately replied.
The boy ignored me as he rounded the corner and took us out of the back. My boyfriend slung his arm around my shoulder as we followed the other three into the elevator.
The curly-haired boy was quick to press the 'up' button which caught me off guard. I fell back against the boxes, closing my eyes for a moment of peace.
I opened my eyes when I felt the Hendersons' palm against my forehead, "She's burning up."
"You're burning up." I shot back, closing my eyes once more. The boy opened my eyes with his hands before allowing me to close them again.
"Her pupils are super dilated," Dustin spoke up. I slumped further against the boxes as the boy slapped me awake, "Naomi, are you drugged."
I scoffed in disbelief, "I don't do drugs it's only marijuana."
He rolled his eyes, "This isn't funny, okay?" He spoke in annoyance before moving away from me and turned to Steve, "I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?"
I groaned, "Stop talking."
He ignored me as he turned back to the Harrington, "They're gonna be looking for us up there so I need you to tell me where your car is parked."
"Can we make a pit stop at the food court?" He asked.
I nodded in agreement, "Yes, please."
"Yes, you can have as much food as you want." The Buckley spoke up before turning to Steve, "But only if you tell us where your car is parked."
Steve laughed, "The car? The Russians took the keys. Like forever ago."
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips, "Come on, keep up Henderson."
He scoffed in disbelief as the elevator door opened. Robin helped me up as she dragged me out. I sighed in relief at the fresh air that inhaled into my lungs.
