Never giving up- chapter 2

Chapter 2

Courtney's POV

Oh my Gosh! Duncan was about to ask me to marry him! I just know it! Gosh, I've been dreaming of this since the first day to total drama. But I have to focus on what was currently happening. Gosh, these ropes have extremely harsh cotton fibers. They were going to definitely leave marks on my wrists and I would look awful in the wedding dress I was going to be wearing once I got out of this stupid car, unless I wear those long gloves that go up past my elbows… Yeah, that would look nice…No! Focus Courtney! You'll never wear the beautiful dress that makes you look like the princess Duncan always says you are, unless of course you escape! Okay, door's over there… My long train of thought was cut off by a man with a New Jersey accent saying "Hey yo boss…Prissy prep here's awake." I had never been so insulted in my life! I was not one of those prissy, snotty girls that always end up in horrible situations and yet cease to change even the slightest bit. Another man spoke up "Drug her again. She can't see who I am; her loser boyfriend'll freak and get all up on my case." This man lacked an accent, but sounded extremely familiar. I knew him from somewhere. I was still trying to figure out where I knew him from as my vision started to blur, and then fade to black.

Duncan's POV

I woke up to see a few paramedics standing over me. Well, seeing anyone—even my mom—standing over me when I wake up has always sent me into full-on panic mode. I screamed, sat up and even flailed my arms around before I realized everything was completely fine. That's when I remembered; "COURTNEY!" I yelled, attempting to get out of the hospital bed. She had been kidnapped during the proposal. I absolutely had to find her. "No, no, no, Duncan, sweetie, we already have the FBI tracking her down. Don't worry about it sweetie." I suddenly realized my mother was sitting in a chair at the window of my hospital room and was giving me a worried look. A worried look much like the one Courtney had when we walked into the restaurant, and that made me feel worse. I sighed, remembering my days on the run from the FBI. "Come on mom! They took forever to find me! I think I have a better understanding of where guys on the run would hide! There were witnesses, but how'll the FBI track them down without knowing a single thing about them? I knew exactly what some of the witnesses and most of the suspects look likes, I could track them down better than some cop from some stupid academy!" it was my mom's turn to sigh. "Duncan, they're older and have actually been trained for this sort of thing, no offense son, but they know exactly what they're doing, you don't know how to dust for prints, or how to interview suspects or witnesses." I wouldn't just let some cop who didn't really care about Courtney or know a thing about her. "Hey mom, when am I getting out of here?" I asked, trying to sound innocent. "Not for a while, Hun. You were stabbed about 5 times when you were passed out in the restaurant." She replied. "I was stabbed? No way was I stabbed, only the weak are stabbed, I'm not weak!" I guess I didn't think that through, anyone could be stabbed, but I was panicking, I was saying the first thing that popped into my head and I wasn't thinking straight. "Duncan honey, calm down." My mom told me, soothingly. "Calm down? Could you calm down if it was me who had been kidnapped? Courtney is my world and I'll die if I don't get her back! Once I'm outta this place, I'm never giving up—ever!" I vowed, that I really, truly meant.