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Hazel Eyes

Chapter Two

Stranger

Introducing

(The Three Screwballs')

 

My head hurt, that's all I could comprehend at that moment and all movement around me felt as if it were in slow motion. Voices were audible but fuzzy; I could feel the tires hitting rocks and realized I was in a car, a van, maybe a truck. I didn't know, maybe I didn't want to know. I seen these types of things in movies, even thought it was kind of romantic to be taken away by a handsome man, but when the reality hits you it becomes all to real.

I was being kidnapped and taken against my will, Skye-Alysha Glenn, miss rich and wealthy was being taken against her will to God knows where. God, what if they wanted money? My parents wouldn't pay. They would be glad to get rid of me. I moaned and heard the faintest of words being spoken from a distance.

"…Waking up" one said "Tie… gag…" I heard next, the words were faded and only bits and pieces came through.

I felt someone gently lift me; my hands were being tied as well as my ankles. I would have struggled if I hadn't felt so weak. The person who had hold of me was fuzzy; I could just make out his black, almost brown hair. That hair; now it was coming back --- Spencer. I struggled lamely, squeaking when really I wanted to scream, he laughed lightly. It wasn't a chuckle but a small amused laugh, it was kind of nice.

I shook my head when he tried to put a cloth around my mouth and I kept my mouth closed; this would not happen again, whatever was on that rag made me feel like I was having a handover over and over again. I felt him sigh as he sat the rag down, the voices were now clear and I could hear every word, I would have asked were I was if I could talk myself.

"Do we have to use that shit on her again, can't we just gag her? I know what that shit feels like after being asleep for a few hours" he said, wincing slightly.

What did he mean `hours'? That would mean we were miles away from my home by now.

I noticed another man, not the blond I had seen before, this one looked around the same age as Spencer. Raven black hair I noticed, but his eyes were hidden by the darkness. He suddenly spoke, it was rough and sounded tired "Fine, but if she screams or does anything to draw attention when we reach the airport, it's your neck on the line" he said. The airport, as in, where planes fly? Where are these people taking me!

I could feel Spencer stiffen as he brought the cloth to my mouth, he leaned down and whispered "Sorry, but this is for you more than me" close to me ear like before. I moaned and turned my head when he brought the dirty rag back to my mouth, he brought it around and I moved my head again. I heard an annoyed growl, it wasn't from Spencer, it was from the guy sitting in the corner, I realized now we were in a moving van.

He swiftly moved over to me, the way he knelt down let me get a glimpse at the gun in his back holster belt. I froze, would he shoot me if I struggled or made a scene? He seemed to feel my gaze and turned his eyes in the direction mine were in, he smirked as he knelt beside me. His face seemed only inches away when he spoke "See this" he said and tapped his gun "Scream and I shoot you, talk back and I shoot you, kick and scream and I shoot you, try and take my gun and I shoot you. I'll shoot and I'll shoot you in a place that will allow you to die slowly and painfully, are we clear on the rules?" he asked, I now noticed his serious eyes. They were dark, blue mixed with brown, hazel.

I nodded and allowed Spencer to put the rag over my mouth, the last thing I remembered was the van bumping over a very rocky road and the new stranger glaring down at me. When would my day get any better? We were now heading to the nearest airport, to take me away somewhere where no one would ever find me and I would die as I lived; absolutely miserable.

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I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock and die when I woke a second time. No, wait, I did want to die. I looked around at my surroundings, I was still in the dark van but it was no longer moving and it was currently empty of everyone but me and possibly the front driver. I was not as dizzy as when I first woke, my head didn't feel like it wanted to fall off but my body ached all over making my muscles stiff from the lack of movement.

The ropes that had been tied around my wrists were loose, loose enough that I could wriggle out of them without much of a struggle. I sat up and moaned from the pain throughout my body, it felt like I had been walking for days but I had in fact been sleeping. I checked my watch; it was almost ten at night! It was close to eleven in the morning when I left the restaurant earlier, which meant I had been missing for eleven hours already, but I couldn't be sure of the date, a day could have passed for all I knew.

After untangling the rope from my other wrist, after I had freed my first one which had my Billabong watch on it (which hurt a lot to un-do) I went to work on my ankles, it was harder than I had originally thought. After twenty minutes of undoing a double knot, I tried to stand. That was a task I never want to relive, trying to stand up felt like I was carrying a pregnant elephant on my back, the pain in my legs made me cry out and I immediately covered my mouth and listened outside for someone to fling open the door after hearing that little yell. No one came and I let out a breath I forgot I was even holding.

I walked --- or rather, stumbled --- over to the double doors of the van, I pushed and shoved my weight to open the door. I was like a doll, fragile and weak, made for the shelf only. I couldn't believe how weak I was, either it was from lack of food or from that stuff they knocked me out, I didn't know. I was thirsty too, very thirsty, I am never taking food and water for granted again. When the rusted door came open I breathed in the air, the air in the van was stale and bitter. I looked around and noticed the van was in the car park of Sydney Airport, but why leave the van unlocked when anyone could hear me scream?

I shook the thought away, why bother wondering about that, I was free now. I jumped out of the back; my legs gave way as I landed on the hard road with a thud. I rubbed my backside which was now numb with pain; I shakily stood up and started making my way to the front doors of the busy building. I was meters away when a hand grabbed me by the arm rather roughly and spun me around. It was that stranger again, he looked annoyed and his grip on my arm would surely make a bruise later on.

Spencer and the blond, Cole, were walking up behind him, looking bored in doing so. Spencer stared at me for the longest time before snapping out of his trance and glaring at Cole "I thought you locked the van" he snapped.

Cole rose his hands in a defeated manner "I forgot okay, hey I thought she was tied up? Someone didn't do a very good job" he sneered back. Spencer muttered something along the lines of "moron" when the man who had a death grip on my arm turned his head.

"Shut the hell up the both of you, we were going to get her out anyway. She just saved us the trip" he explained, obviously the ring leader in all this, the way Spencer and Cole glared at him made me wonder if they even liked him at all.

I glared at him, my eyes hard. He brought me closer and did something that shocked the hell out of me. He crashed his lips down onto mine, a very rough kiss that made my lips hurt just like the rest of my body. When he pulled away, he pulled me into his embrace, crushing my face against his chest. I looked over and noticed a security guard walking over to us, a skeptical look on his plump face.

"Everything okay here, Miss?" he asked, obviously directing this question towards me. The plump man had no weapon, so if I screamed id not only be harboring my own life, but his as well. The guy who still had me in his embrace looked at me harshly and shook me lightly to give him an answer.

"Yes" I said meekly and was astounded at how raspy and broken my voice sounded.

The security guard gave another look towards the man who had his arms around me and waltzed off; I looked up and found him staring down at me, eyes narrowed and hateful. I struggled away and he let go, in turn letting me fall to the ground. I yelled out in pain and my face immediately heated up, feeling embarrassed when Spencer looked at me, a frown playing on his handsome features.

"Get her up, Jackson wont stall the plane forever" the stranger said to Cole and Spencer. Spencer walked over to me and picked me up by the arm. What did they mean by jet? Where exactly are they taking me?

"A plane, we're going somewhere?" I asked, finally building up the backbone to speak to them.

"Yep, got to leave now if we want to make it to California before they start searching for you here" Cole chirped. My face paled and I struggled against Spencer who in turn started muttering small curses.

"California, no way, that's all the way in America!" I screamed, not liking the way the stranger - I still hadn't found out his name - looked at me.

"Unless you know another California, I suggest you shut up, you're riding my last nerve girl" he growled, both hands in the pockets of his black jeans. I glared at his back as he entered the airport.

"Screw you!" I yelled, he turned around and a look of anger flashed through his hazel eyes.

"I guess a punishment is in order for your fowl mouth and believe me Miss. Glenn, we don't just give you a slap on the wrist and send you on your way" he said in a deathly low tone as he turned on his heal and walked inside. Spencer shoved me in after him, pushing and shoving me through crowds of people who could have easily helped me if I screamed. But I didn't.

 

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Final Words

Stranger: “What an irritating girl!”

Spencer: “At least you don't have to hold onto her…”