Broken Hearts and Broken Homes, chapter 4
Mercedes' POV
After the show, I walked out to the tour bus to wait for the guys to come back.
I felt someone grab my neck and cover my mouth. They dark shadowed their face.
I started to scream, but I couldn't. My noise was muffled, and I started to panic.
"You whore. Try to run from me. I own you, and now that I got you, you ain't goin' nowhere," the person said.
Tears formed in my eyes. It was Mike, he got me.
I was passed off to another guy, whose idenity was unknown to me. I tried to run but he was too strong. He pushed me into a car, and duct-taped my mouth, wrists and ankles. Next thing I knew, another person was thrown on top of me.
"Fuck! Where are the door handles! Where the hell are they taking us? Are we being kidnapped?" Tre asked, who was the one on top of me. "MERCEDES!" he yelled. I tried to yell back, but the duct-tape muffled my voice. He took off the duct-tape off my mouth.
Tre tried to punched the window, but with no success, he recoiled and fell back on top of me, hold his fist, mumbling cuss words.
"Fiberglass," I said. "He had this whole thing planned out. Bars separating the back seat from the front, totally tinted windows, permant inside locks and no inside door handles, the works for a perfect kidnapping," I said. Then Billie was thrown on top of us.
"You fuckers! Get me out of here you crazy rapists teenie fans!" Billie yelled. "Fuck! Who am I sitting on?" he asked. Tre was on me who Bilie was on. So I had two guys on top of me, making this situation worse.
"Me. Tre, get the fuck off me," I said.
"Fuck! Mercedes! Tre! You alright? Do you know what the hell is going on? Where is security when you need 'em?" Billie asked frantically, reaching for his cell.
"It's Mike, he got me, and you guys. They're probably having trouble getting Mike..."
"Damn it! That Mike! I'm gonna kill that bastard once I get a hold of him. And my cell is out of service..." Billie complained.
"Special copper molecules in the interior, blocking cell coverage in the bak seat. He had this perfectly planned out," I said, shaking my head. I knew I should have ran farther away. My moves were too predictable, thinking big cities with large populations would cover me.
"Man, you're smart," Tre said.
"Thanks, but we have our lives to save here right at the moment. We'll have compliment time later," I said, starting to bite my nails. I had to devise a plan to get away from Mike and his accomplice. But they were strong, and stronger than ever. Time went by, slowly, and Mike and the other guy still hadn't returned. Thet were having lots of trouble getting Mike, I suppose.
About a half an hour later, Mike and his friend came back to the car, with no one else with them. We saw security running after them, and they just got in the car, stated it, and pulled away. Mike pulled a switch that pulled down his liscense plate, a classic 007 move. He really put thought into this.
"Shit, Mike was left behind...I sure hope we can get out of here alive..." Billie muttered, probably wanted to go through the situation with his other best friend. But then again, he didn't want Mike hurt, or anyone else. In fact, all he wanted was for this to be settled, and have Mike go away and leave me alone. Billie couldn't take the fact that he just couldn't leave her alone.
The car stopped at an old house, in the middle of a quiet neighborhood.
Mike's accomplice pulled Billie out, slammed his against the car, hancuffed him and taped his mouth shut. Same process with me and Tre. What I didn't get is why they had to go after them too. It could have just have been me, and not them, in fact, they did nothing wrong. Probably after attention...
We were led into the dark, dreary, and outdated house. Smelled like someone had a Green Day in here not too long ago. The smell was familiat to me, all of my friends smoked and got high, but I refused to, the nerd I was, I wanted a clean application for the university I went to to get my degrees in journalism and forensic science. Intersting mix, but two things I loved the most.
No one's POV
They all prayed their Hail Mary's, thought of their life, and thought, this is the day that I die.
After the show, I walked out to the tour bus to wait for the guys to come back.
I felt someone grab my neck and cover my mouth. They dark shadowed their face.
I started to scream, but I couldn't. My noise was muffled, and I started to panic.
"You whore. Try to run from me. I own you, and now that I got you, you ain't goin' nowhere," the person said.
Tears formed in my eyes. It was Mike, he got me.
I was passed off to another guy, whose idenity was unknown to me. I tried to run but he was too strong. He pushed me into a car, and duct-taped my mouth, wrists and ankles. Next thing I knew, another person was thrown on top of me.
"Fuck! Where are the door handles! Where the hell are they taking us? Are we being kidnapped?" Tre asked, who was the one on top of me. "MERCEDES!" he yelled. I tried to yell back, but the duct-tape muffled my voice. He took off the duct-tape off my mouth.
Tre tried to punched the window, but with no success, he recoiled and fell back on top of me, hold his fist, mumbling cuss words.
"Fiberglass," I said. "He had this whole thing planned out. Bars separating the back seat from the front, totally tinted windows, permant inside locks and no inside door handles, the works for a perfect kidnapping," I said. Then Billie was thrown on top of us.
"You fuckers! Get me out of here you crazy rapists teenie fans!" Billie yelled. "Fuck! Who am I sitting on?" he asked. Tre was on me who Bilie was on. So I had two guys on top of me, making this situation worse.
"Me. Tre, get the fuck off me," I said.
"Fuck! Mercedes! Tre! You alright? Do you know what the hell is going on? Where is security when you need 'em?" Billie asked frantically, reaching for his cell.
"It's Mike, he got me, and you guys. They're probably having trouble getting Mike..."
"Damn it! That Mike! I'm gonna kill that bastard once I get a hold of him. And my cell is out of service..." Billie complained.
"Special copper molecules in the interior, blocking cell coverage in the bak seat. He had this perfectly planned out," I said, shaking my head. I knew I should have ran farther away. My moves were too predictable, thinking big cities with large populations would cover me.
"Man, you're smart," Tre said.
"Thanks, but we have our lives to save here right at the moment. We'll have compliment time later," I said, starting to bite my nails. I had to devise a plan to get away from Mike and his accomplice. But they were strong, and stronger than ever. Time went by, slowly, and Mike and the other guy still hadn't returned. Thet were having lots of trouble getting Mike, I suppose.
About a half an hour later, Mike and his friend came back to the car, with no one else with them. We saw security running after them, and they just got in the car, stated it, and pulled away. Mike pulled a switch that pulled down his liscense plate, a classic 007 move. He really put thought into this.
"Shit, Mike was left behind...I sure hope we can get out of here alive..." Billie muttered, probably wanted to go through the situation with his other best friend. But then again, he didn't want Mike hurt, or anyone else. In fact, all he wanted was for this to be settled, and have Mike go away and leave me alone. Billie couldn't take the fact that he just couldn't leave her alone.
The car stopped at an old house, in the middle of a quiet neighborhood.
Mike's accomplice pulled Billie out, slammed his against the car, hancuffed him and taped his mouth shut. Same process with me and Tre. What I didn't get is why they had to go after them too. It could have just have been me, and not them, in fact, they did nothing wrong. Probably after attention...
We were led into the dark, dreary, and outdated house. Smelled like someone had a Green Day in here not too long ago. The smell was familiat to me, all of my friends smoked and got high, but I refused to, the nerd I was, I wanted a clean application for the university I went to to get my degrees in journalism and forensic science. Intersting mix, but two things I loved the most.
No one's POV
They all prayed their Hail Mary's, thought of their life, and thought, this is the day that I die.
