Chapter One
Eve's POV:
Being tied to a chair for an extended amount of time is painful and annoying. Especially when you have a gag in your mouth so you can't let loose the string of cuss words at the tip of your tongue.
Claire is here with me, wherever here is, and she's tied to chair with her legs chained to the chair, she's knocked out. My legs are free so I guess I'm not considered as much of a threat. I'm offended by that.
My little brother is the one holding us here with a few very big friends of his own. They're a hell of a lot scarier than he is. My brother has my phone in his hand. He presses a button and puts the phone on speaker.
"What's up sweetheart?" Michael says, responding to the number.
"I think your a little off here Michael. You see, Eve can't come to the phone right now. She's a bit tied up," Jason says, laughing at his shitty joke. I roll my eyes.
"Jason, you probably just stole Eve's phone. I'm not gonna let you rile me up," Michael says. I would of smiled if not for the gag. Jason motions to one of the men who takes the gag off of me.
"Would you like to say something Eve?" Jason asks, holding the phone out to me. I shake my head, remaining mute. He nods at a different guy who walks over to Claire and punches her in the stomach, hard. I see Claire's eyes pop open, instantly filled with pain.
"Stop it! Don't touch her you dumbass!" I yell, attempting to stand though I have no idea what I would of done after that. My chair is held to the ground.
"Eve? Eve! Are you all right!" Michael yells and I can tell he's seconds away from vamping out.
"Oh she's fine, for now. She's not the one you should be worried about," Jason says, hanging up. He looks to Claire, ignoring me. He pulls out Claire's phone and if what just happened is a hint, I'm sure he's going to call Shane.
"Hey, babe," Shane says, assuming, like Michael did, that it's his girlfriend. The gag is taken off of Claire.
"Hey, Collins. Your girlfriend says hi," Jason says, grinning widely.
"Jason, what have you done to Claire," Shane's voice is a growl that almost seems to scare Jason for a second. He snaps out of it.
"Why don't you say hi Claire?" Jason smirks. Claire presses her lips together, not talking. She gets punched in the stomach again. With a strength I never could of mustered, she doesn't make a sound.
"Well, you probably just stole Claire's phone so bye," Shane says, obviously pissed and worried at the same time.
Jason looks upset but then has one of those lightbulb moments. He takes a picture of a guy holding a knife to Claire's throat and sends it to Shane.
"You hit Claire yet you won't hit me," I point out. He looks at me, serious for once.
"If we hurt you, Michael will double it on us," he says, since Michael's all vamped out.
"And you don't think Shane can kick your ass. I sure do," I say, smiling a not so nice smile. He just laughs.
"I'm sure he would, but Collins isn't going to live through the night so I'm not worried about him protecting his girlfriend," Jason gloats. I freeze. He's going to try to kill Shane. Not good.