Julie Bane

Chapter Forty

Julie's POV

  My eyes shoot open and I quickly look around. Where am I? It's dark, I know that. There's a wooden ceiling. Cement floor, oh, and it's cold.

  I lift my legs off of the cold floor and bring them up to my chest. That's when I realize my clothes.

  Who's clothes are these? These are not mine! Last I was awake, I was not wearing an oversized white T-shirt with no pants!

  Where are my clothes? Who's clothes are these? And most importantly, who changed me?

  "Hello?" I ask shakily. I think I would feel better if someone came in, anyone, so then I wouldn't be alone.

  Maybe I should hav estates at Sams house. I should've known not to go walking out when it was so dark you couldn't see your own feet in front of you as you walk.

  But since I didn't stay there, I got kidnapped.

  I tense.

  I got kidnapped. Holy crackers I got kidnapped! Oh my god! My life is like... crazy, now! I don't even know what to call it!

  And it all happened in just one month.

  First, I found out I had an actual dad, and got a bodyguard. Second, my bodyguard came to school with me making all the girls freak out. Third, Carlos beat up Jonah for me. Fourth, we got into a car crash because Carlos was being stupid. Fifth, I had a heart attack. Sixth, I lost my memory. Seventh, Carlos kissed me. Eighth, I told him what happened to me in foster care. Ninth, Carlos and I broke up- that is if we were even actually together, I don't know, he's complicated. Tenth, I meat Sam. Eleventh, I get kidnapped.

  I wonder what the twelfth will be.

  Huh, I've always thought my life was pointless and boring. But now that I'm thinking back about everything that's happened since I was born, it's actually pretty interesting. And crazy.

  Like, you think you're just some poor little orphan girl who got bullied and who everyone hates for no reason, and you ran away and got a cat, and even in high school people continue to treat you like trash. But, once you find out where you came from, why you're parents really gave you up, you're astonished. And you're like, wow, my life is crazy.

  Now that can be both good and bad, but right now it's pretty bad, as you can see I'm being held hostage by god knows who and god knows why.

  Ooh, I'm going to make a guess and say... the other gang kidnapped me. Yep. That would make a lot of sense.

  Wait, they want me dead, right? Oh god, they're going to kill me! I'm going to die! Holy crackers! Oh my god, ok, I can't breath. I can't breath!

  I need my boys! I need Carlos and Sam! I need Carlos so he can get me out and get me to safety, and I need Sam to hold me in his arms as I cry from fear.

  Oh, but then Carlos will get jealous.

  I roll my eyes.

  He's so jealous of Sam. He has nothing to be jealous of, he doesn't even actually like me. He likes Sadie. I really need him to understand that, or I don't know what I'll have to do.

  I'm not positive, but I like Sam. I don't know if it's just as friends, or more. But if Carlos found out, found out what we did last night. He'd be furious. Even though we didn't even do all that much. And he should be glad, he got to use me for other things.

  Use me.

  I shake my head.

  Is carlos using me? I mean, I know I know he only thinks he likes me because when he looks at me he thinks of Sadie and I'm the closest to Sadie he'll get.

  But is he using me? Am I his little toy?

  I never thought I would be worried about this. I never thought I would even ever find a boyfriend, or a guy who likes me, or thinks he likes me.

  I shake my head and sigh.

  What does it matter? We're not together. I don't have to worry about that.

  Sam. Sam I have to worry about. I hope he's okay. I hope he's looking for me, or at least worried about me.

  What do I see in Sam that I don't see in Carlos?

  Ooh! I got one! Trust.

  Ok, I can trust Sam.

  Oh oh! Age! Closer age!

  Yeah, good. Age. Carlos is nineteen, I'm sixteen. While Sam is seventeen, and I'm sixteen.

  Sam is safer.

  Yes!

  He's also more careful. He's careful, not just with me, but with everyone and everything.

  I do like that.

  He cares.

  Carlos cares.

  He has a pet lizard. That's cool.

  Oh yeah.

  They're both great guys, really. But, I think I like Sam more. That is, if he even likes me, like that.

  There's gotta be a Taylor swift song for this situation. Carlos and Sam, not being kidnapped. Although, there might be. Nah, probably not.

  My life is so overwhelming.  

  Boys, gangs, danger. Wow, a life I never thought I'd have.

  I wonder if my sister ever dealt with this. Of course she dealt with the gangs and danger, duh, she was a gang leader. But boys, did she have issues with them? I should ask Carlos next time I see him.

  That is, if I ever see him.

  "Hungry?" I jump and look up, seeing a man with dark brown eyes and brown hair, he's also holding a plate of a sand which and a glass of milk.

I am thirsty, really thirsty.

"W-who are you?" I ask in barely a whisper.

"My names Jay." He gives me a smile.