Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ Phone Call to Bec ( Chapter 7 )

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Hazel Eyes

Chapter Eight

Phone call to Bec

Introducing

(Colt, the Horse… Sort Of)

My mind did a double take; this was all too confusing to comprehend. Tessa was Dean's cousin. Tessa's father hooked up with Dean's mother and had a baby, but made it so Dean's biological father thought it was his. Liana - that was her name. How did my life get so twisted and rhetorical all of a sudden? Oh that's right; all logical thinking went out the window when I was kidnapped.

What really confused me was the thought of that baby girl she had. What happened to Artesia? I think that was her name. My mind had gotten a little fuzzy after that six hour nap. I hate sleeping in the evenings; my mind wouldn't function properly at least an hour now. What really nagged me though is the reality that I'm here, when a week before I was kidnapped there was another kidnapping only the girl did turn up. I gulped, wound that be my fate? Would I turn up in a ditch somewhere?

I was currently lying on my overly sized bed when I heard a clicking sound just outside my door; I turned my head and listened for it again. No sound what so ever.

I lifted my body off the bed, strode over to the door, and placed my ear against the giant oak door to listen for any sudden movements. All I could hear was the sounds of feet shuffling downstairs, most probably the cleaners getting ready to go home. I sighed and jiggled the knob to open the door.

It was locked.

I pulled the handle again, frantically trying to get it open.

"Alice!" I screamed “Tessa!”

I heard no one coming, and the shuffling downstairs had come to a halt.

Tears sprung to my eyes before I could stop them, I slid down the door and held my knee's to my chest. How could people be so cruel? I wasn't even aloud outside into the yard and now I was confined to my room. How much longer would I be in this horrible place?

Reality started to set in. I was their prisoner, not their house maid. I would most probably die, or be locked in this room forever. Dean knew what he was doing and the bastard didn't mind the pain he so ruthlessly caused.

It seemed like hours before the door suddenly opened. It was lurched open so hard, I had to launch my body out of the way or be knocked out of the way. I expected to see Alice, or Tessa. Even the sight of Spencer would have made me jump for joy. I was shocked to see it was definitely none of the three.

The figure that stood before me was tall. He was suited up in what seemed like army gear, a type of bullet proof vest and the strangest thing lay under his clothing; he had on a type of tuxedo. I was shocked, but that wave of shock soon disappeared and was replaced with fear when he yanked me up into a standing position. The cool feel of metal against my left temple sent ripples of fear yet again through my veins.

`Ishe going to shoot me?'

"Don't struggle” he whispered into my left ear, his breath tickling me “and I won't shoot you"

`Skye, whatever the hell you do, donot tell thisguy he needs a mint' I didn't want to die just because this dude failed to use some tooth paste when he showered this morning. That's if he showered from the looks of his rushed attire.

He moved me out of the room and groaned when I didn't move or even co-operate with moving myself.

"Walk" he snapped, pressing the gun harder against my head.

I gulped hard and walked towards the staircase; the guy still had me in a neck brace or something to that extent. This would have to have been the first time I had a gun even pointed my way. I mean, sure when I first met Dean he did threaten me with his gun, but I don't recall him actually pointing it at me.

He managed to get me down the stairs, gun still pointed. I just knew I was going to trip and fall sometime soon, but each time I stumbled he'd catch me and pull me back to him. When we reached the bottom, he practically dragged me through the narrow hallway, eventually shoving me into the living room.

Now, being the work of grace that I am, fell flat on my face. `Bastard' I thought bitterly `he didn'thave to pushme in' I turned over and rubbed my tender backside. Yeah, that was going to leave yet another bruise. I heard someone cough and abruptly looked up.

The first words that exited my mouth were sure to go straight into The Worlds WorstFirst Impressions Ever book.

“Oh shit”

Almost seven; no eight men were standing in all spaces of the room, just staring at me. I slowly got up, seems I've been spending a lot of time on the ground these past two weeks. I looked around and found Dean chatting quietly with a red headed guy. Spencer and Cole weren't to far from him, adding to the eight men I counted. I smiled nervously and tucked my hands behind my back in an awkward manner.

Dean had to chuckle at the girl's entrance, he had told Colt to knock her around a little, but the way he chucked her into the room was just classic. Alice had some how convinced him to let the girl out of her room, but didn't he didn't want her roaming around the house whilst his men were meeting. She was getting a little to comfortable for his liking, she was his hostage and hostages certainly did not roam around a kidnapper's home like they owned the place.

"Okay mates, here's the plan" he announced, getting back on track. He turned and stared at Skye intently "Greg and Colt will stay here with the girl, no telling if Harson will raid the mansion while we're gone. Spencer and Holden will go to CHQ… armed" he explained. He noticed Spencer grin and cock his gun, nodding at him back. It was a good idea to have his men pumped and ready for anything that may go wrong.

"I had to drag her down here, now I'm babysitting? Can't Tessa or Alice do it?" Colt whined, why was it always Colt that had the disagreements?

Dean glared "Can Alice or Tessa fight off Harson's men if he decides to pay a visit?" he snapped. He knew full well that Tessa was more then capable of taking on Harson's men hands down, but for now while she was sick, he wanted a couple of people to look out. Tessa had been informed to keep her identity on the down low and that meant Miss Glenn would have to stay in the dark about her new shy friend.

Colt shut his mouth, muttering "Point taken" his eyes suddenly widening as a thought obviously struck “but Tessa can ---”

"Can what, Colt" growled Dean. Seeing Colt's mouth close tight, Dean continued "Cole, Adam and Jean will be coming with me to CBA to track vital information, than send it back to CHQ for Spencer and Holden to analyze and map out" he explained.

Some of the guys protested, but stopped when Dean raised his hand. With a curt nod, Dean started for the door, Cole and Adam and Jean following their boss obediently. Spencer was sitting on the corner of the lounges arm checking his gun over before getting up and following Dean out, the blond sitting on the lounge, Holden, grinning and following in suit.

It was time to take care of the `Alec Harson' problem for good.

I sighed; this was way too much excitement for me. The two that were left were obviously Greg and Colt. They didn't look to happy to be here, obviously babysitting a teenage girl didn't seem like their cup of tea from the glares I was receiving. I laughed nervously and edged away.

"Uh, hi guys" I waved like an idiot, not really sure what else to do.

The guy, who I now knew as 'Colt', rolled his eyes and fell into the couch. He ran a hand through his golden brown hair --- eerily similar to my color --- and sighed, obviously becoming impatient. The other guy, Greg I presumed, simply shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

"Where did Dean and Spencer go?" I asked.

Colt narrowed his green eyes "If you must know, CBA"

I gave him a questioning look "CBA?" I repeated.

He groaned and put his head in his hands "Look, can you stop talking. He'll be back tomorrow morning, so until then, shut up and don't give me a reason to blow your brains out"

I gulped "But… where do I go? Do I just stay here? Why did Dean want me down here?" I asked, apparently annoying the man further.

"How the fuck should I know. Look, I don't give a rat's ass where you go, okay? You can't get away anyways. Do what you want" he snapped.

I nervously stepped back and left the area. I love how everyone clued me in, but why did Dean call me down there just for that? Maybe so I didn't freak out when I seen he and Spencer had gone and left me with these two eggheads.

Okay, not to self, don't insult the guys who are willing to put a bullet through your skull.

I sighed and leaned against a nearby wall as soon as I had left the lounge room. I started remembering my first visit to this house, the first time I had came here. It wasn't a particularly nice memory, especially when I had awoken with my clothes missing.

'The comforter was like air but so warm, I laidin that bed for what seemed like hours before standing and to my horror, I was no longer in my dress, jacket or shoes. But what layinthere place was an over sized shirt and men's boxer shorts.'

Than it suddenly hit me, the jacket I had been wearing - the mini one the day I was kidnapped - when I was in the restaurant I had turned off my cell phone and stuck it into one of the pockets on the inside! My eyes widened as realization hit me. Where had Alice put my clothes? I ran into the kitchen to find her, the only person in there was Tessa.

"Tessa, where is Alice?" I asked, frantic even though I tried to hide it.

"Shouldn't you be in your-" I cut her off before she could finish.

"Dean let me out… or Colt, I don't know. But where is Alice?" I asked, taking on the tone Colt did.

Tessa blinked and picked up the tray of junk food she had been preparing, no doubt for Greg who had just come in here not long ago.

"In Dean's study, but-"

"Thanks" I said and rushed off.

I ran into the study, not bothering to knock and sure enough, there Alice was. She was on a stool dusting the corner of the roof when I came in. She turned her head and put her hand to her chest, almost toppling off.

"Good gracious Lassie, you scared me" she said, stepping down "What are you doing here?"

"I, um, came to find you actually. Alice, you know the clothes I was wearing when Dean first brought me here?"

She nodded "That pretty yellow dress and jacket? Aye, Lassie, what about them?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could have them back. You see, my Mother bought that outfit for me for my birthday and it's the only reminder I have of my family" Lie.

She gave me a sad look "I put them in the laundry room, if you want I can go get them for you in a moment-"

"No, no. I can manage Alice, you stay here. Um, it's the third door down the hall, right?" I asked.

She again nodded "Are you sure ---"

"Yes, I need to stretch my legs anyways; I've been locked in my room for hours you know" Half lie.

She gave me a sad smile as I calmly made my way to the door. I closed the door to Dean's study and bolted to the laundry room. My mouth dropped when I reached the room.

It was fucking huge.

I heard dryer's going off left and right. I had to plug my ears or risk losing my hearing. I seen clothing bags hanging up and started shifting through the many outfits that looked to have been professionally dry cleaned. My jacket had to have been here, I mean its been over two weeks and they had to have been washed at some point. I managed to find my pale yellow dress and with it was my jacket. I could have squealed with delight.

I yanked the plastic bag from the hanger and rushed straight upstairs. I slammed the door to my room and tore the bag open. I pulled my white mini jacket up and fumbled until I found my cell phone. The silver LG dropped onto the bed.

`Good, they haven'tchecked my jacket.' I just prayed the water hadn't screwed it up when they washed it. When the music played, indicating it was turning on, I could have hugged my father for insisting I buy the water proof case to go with the phone. It may have looked tacky but this very tacky cover may just save my ass.

I waited for the little bars to pop up. My face dropped when none did, meaning I had no phone reception. I got up on the bed and held the phone up; still none. I jumped up from annoyance; a bar suddenly appeared up top. My eyes winded and I started jumping up and down with my phone in the air. God, this was embarrassing. With each jump, one bar appeared and when I came back down, it disappeared.

`This is stupid' I thought and got off the bed, walking over to the large window pane. I opened the window and leaned out slightly. I was about three stories up, but I was desperate. Usually the window was locked, but the last couple of nights had been hot and muggy, so Alice suggested to Dean to let me open it. It wasn't like I was going to try and scale a three storie building; I wasn't that desperate to kill myself.

My body was at least half way out, but I refused to look down. Two little green bars suddenly appeared on my phone. In a state of panic, I started punching in my home phone number and area code.

`Ring'

`Ring'

'I'm sorry, but the number you have dialed was incomplete, or incorrect. Please hang up the phone and try again'

I groaned. My service couldn't connect with any home number when I was this far from the main service. I was about to give up when a thought hit me; Bec had a satellite phone. I quickly punched in her mobile number and waited.

`Ring'

`Ring---'

"Hello…"

Why wasn't she excited to hear from me? Oh, that's right, my numbers on private and people rarely rang Rebecca's satellite phone unless there was a catastrophe happening and I kind of think this is close to something like a catastrophe. Wait, a catastrophe was the mutant custard we tried to make in cooking class, this was twice as bad!

"This is Rebecca, right?”

I heard a slight squeal on the other end, then the phone shuffling, then finally the excited gasps from Rebecca Radcliff "Oh my god, Skye, where are you? Your parents are worried sick! Holly-May's even been out in Sydney asking random people have they seen you! Your picture's all over the news. Where are you? I'll come get you and we can ---" I cut off Bec's rant, I didn't have much time before someone would come looking for me.

"I'm somewhere in California, the United States Bec" I informed her.

"… You're joking?"

"No, I'm not. I was kidnapped and ---"

"You were kidnapped!?"

I paused for a brief second, totally forgetting half my body was outside the three storie high window "… what the hell did you think happened to me, Rebecca!” I yelled, did she think that I just up and left? She suddenly mumbled something and sighed. "Look I don't have that much time, tell my parents I'm fine. Tell them I'm not even in the country, has any type of ransom even been made?"

"No, no ones heard a thing. Holly and I have looked all over the city already. No one even saw you leave the restaurant Skye…" why did she sound so unconvinced?

I sighed "How's my parents?" I asked reluctantly.

Bec paused "Well, your mother's been crying and your father is at the police station almost everyday wanting answers. They have this Detective on the case, everything we tell him seems to go in one hairy ear and out the other, and he's making your case out to be a simple run-away! He even had your parents and me believing it Skye, but then we sat down and thought about it… so I just thought… well, you know…"

I sighed and closed my eyes. My parents must think I'm the most horrible daughter in the world, I've threatened to run away so many times that they must think…

"Are you there Skye? Skye!"

I broke away from my trance and shook my head, almost slipping off of the ledge in the process "Listen Bec, I need you to tell them where I am. Tell them it's not a ransom kidnapping, someone paid these people to kidnap me and now ----"

Before I could finish I was roughly pulled back into the room. The phone fell from my hand; Bec was screaming my name until all that was heard was static. Colt was the one who had abruptly ended my phone call.

"Hey buddy, lesson on teenagers 1-0-1, never bug me when I'm on the phone" I growled and kneed him in the ---

Well, you get the picture.

Colt doubled over in pain. I took the chance to run and bolted for the door. I would have gotten away if Greg hadn't been in the fucking doorway. He grabbed hold of me and twisted me around so I was facing away from him.

"Thought you might try something like that" he chuckled, sounding very amused.

I saw Colt shakily stand up and produce his gun from his back holster and raise it up as soon as he got within inches of me.

"Night sweetheart" he growled.

The handle of the gun made contact with my head and all that came to my vision was darkness.

Final Words

Colt: “That fucking hurt!”

Greg: “I could tell…”