A/N: Guess what? I'm typing in my school library again! Ha!
Chapter 2
These past two weeks have been the worst two weeks of Max.
She tried to get her wrists unbound. Unfortunately, they were handcuffed. Yes, handcuffed. How, Max doesn't know.
She glared until her intense glare almost bore holes on the back of their heads. Max hated them. No, loathed.
Just wait until I get myself un-handcuffed, she thought furiously. For Max, spending her two weeks kidnapped was the worst that could happen to her summer. Even though those two kidnappers were quite handsome; Max wasn't in the least bit intimidated.
She clenched her jaw. Her throat was drying out and she's almost dehydrated.
"Can I have some water?" Max asked to her blond-haired kidnapper. He twisted on his seat (They're traveling on horseback) and smiled at her. He is quite handsome.
"Don't worry. We're close to the stream," He turned around and patted his horse's mane. "FANG!" He yelled to the black-haired kidnapper right in front of them. Max winced.
He didn't turn around. "What?" From what Max knew, her black-haired kidnapper doesn't speak much. Add the fact that he hardly shows any emotion. His face is blank and unreadable. He'd be a great ninja, Max thought.
"When can I get off this godforsaken horse?" He patted his horse. "No offense, dude. Fang!"
Max's black-haired kidnapper pulled his reins. The horse was brought to a stop. He turned around and Max almost gasped. If any, the black-haired was more handsome than the blond. But there was an air of danger and mystery all around him.
Max doesn't know if he's smirking or scowling. The guy was ten feet away! His horse trotted closer to them until the horses were nose to nose.
Up close, Max can't decided if he have black eyes or dark brown. And he was definitely smirking. "Dylan, look to your right."
Dylan looked to his right. His bright blue eyes widened. He looked back at Fang. "Dude, I could kiss you."
Fang looked disgusted. "Keep your lips to yourself." At that, Fang dismounted his horse in one smooth move. He found a sturdy tree bark and wrapped the reins around it. Dylan, however, continued to stare at the stream.
Max cleared her throat. Dylan snapped out of his reverie and got down. He tied the reins around a tree next to where Fang's was. He helped Max down and left her to run towards the stream.
She almost fell if it wasn't for Fang's strong arms pulling her up. She murmured her thanks and sat down on one of the tree's bulging roots. Out in the distance, Dylan rolled the legs of his jeans up to his knees. He was splashing cold water on his face and refilling his canister. Fang soon joined him.
Oh, how jealous Max was. If only she wasn't handcuffed that she could drink that fresh stream water. Just thinking about water made her throat all the more drier. She was almost close to tears but she shook her head vigorously.
Why is this happening to me? What have I done wrong? Am I being punished, God? She looked up the sky and wondered. Max felt someone beside her. Fang was handing his canister.
Max looked dumbly at him. She gave him a look, as if to say I'm handcuffed!. Which she was.
The right corner of his mouth turned up. "Right. Forgot." He turned his dark head over his shoulder and shouted at Dylan.
"Do you have the key?" Fang asked loudly.
Dylan stopped playing with the fresh water. Max moved her head so she could see past Fang's long legs. "No, you may not un-handcuff her!"
"That wasn't what I asked!"
"So? I know what you're going to do!"
Fang smirked apologetically at Max. He dropped next to her and looked at her. Max didn't seem to notice because she was busy staring at the canister he was holding. Amused, Fang waved the canister around. Her eyes were definitely following.
Fang rose his left hand and cupped her chin. Max blinked. He tipped her chin gently and brought the canister up to her lips. Water droplets dribbled down her chin and fell on her lap. Her throat went up and down as she swallowed. She felt more alive because she was hydrated.
The canister was empty, so Fang stood up and went back to the stream. This time, he told Dylan to fill his canister.
Fang's mind was whirling. The girl was pretty. So pretty that he told himself that she was trouble. And his boss's daughter. You do not want to mess with those kinds of girls. He was feeling symphatetic for her because. . .
Because what? Fang thought in wonder. He'd never felt sympathetic to anyone, much less to a girl. Dylan handed him his canister and Fang slung it across his chest. He thought lastly, I bet she's hating every minute with us.
And Max was. Just two hours ago, she was dehydrated. Now she's starving to death. And wanted to go to the bathroom.
Look around, she thought coldly to herself, you're in the effin' woods! The nearest town was still twelve miles away. Max's stomach growled loudly. The sun was setting, and she knew that her butt was sore from sitting all day.
"Can we please eat?" Max whined.
Both horses stopped. Dylan and Fang looked at each other and nodded. Are they having some kind of telepathic conversation?
Fang dismounted and so did Dylan. Max was left alone on the horse. What about me? As if to answer her mental question, Fang helped her down. Dylan was already off deeper in to the forest.
Max opened her mouth to ask, but Fang answered her unspoken question. "He's finding some edible plants. I'm going to find some rabbit. Stay here."
And where would she go? Nowhere. She was already hungry, she needed to go to the bathroom, and she was red-hot furious. Dylan came back ten minutes later with some berries and other edible fruits.
He laid down a clean cloth, big enough for a blanket, from his bag on the ground. He told Max to sit, which Max happily obeyed. She looked at the fruits hungrily, and for a second she forgot that she was handcuffed. When she remembered, she cursed.
"Shit! Can you please get me off these handcuffs?" Dylan didn't do anything. "Oh, you can't trust me enough to even eat a single berry? Is that it?" Dylan opened his mouth, but Max was not done.
"I'm tired. I'm freakin' tired after sitting in that horse for two weeks! I haven't had a single decent sleep since I woke up two weeks ago! I'm hungry, I'm dehydrated, and I fucking need to go to the bathroom! All I'm only asking you is to get this torture device off my wrists so I can eat. But you won't!"
Dylan looked at her in an I'm-sorry way. "I can't. We can't let you get hurt. Besides, I never wanted this to happen."
Max glared. "Oh, believe me, I feel the same way," Max said sarcastically. "I was having a great summer until you kidnapped me. Why do you have to kidnap me? What did I ever do to you?" Then, something broke inside her.
Before the tears could escape her eyes, Fang came back. "You should really get that thing off her, Dylan." Fang was holding several chunks of rabbit meat, already skewered in sticks. He laid it down on the cloth, away from the berries.
He took a small piece of steel and a flint out of his back pocket. He gathered a bunch of small branches and made a fire using the steel and flint. The sun already set and the moon was rising up to conquer the dark skies.
The warm fire was going and he roasted the chunks of meat over the fire. Within the minutes, the pieces of meat were cooked and Dylan haven't decided yet. Fang demanded the key from him but he wouldn't give it.
So that's how Fang ended up helping Max eat her very decent dinner in two weeks. After that, Fang and Dylan talked. Or screamed at each other. Max didn't know how loud their voices were until that time.
Fang won the argument and took the key from Dylan. He bent down on one knee and told Max to turned around. Max reluctantly did, and she heard the sound of the handcuffs unlocking.
"Don't make me regret this," Fang whispered on her ear. The handcuffs were off her wrists and Max rubbed them. He helped her up and pushed her to the forest. Max stumbled and Fang waved for her to go further.
Max still can not believe the handcuffs were off her. Then, it dawned on her. She's free! She ran deeper to the forest. She wanted to laugh in excitement, but she didn't want to risk it. When she thought it was safe, she laughed and laughed and almost danced.
But then, a hand clamped on her mouth and she screamed. She was being carried back to where she came. Someone tied a handkerchief around her mouth that prevented her from screaming.
"I knew I would it regret it," said a familiar deep voice. Fang slung her over his shoulder and Max punched his back. When it was useless, she stopped. She just wanted to back to her camp.
When they were yards away from the clearing, Fang put her down and Max won't meet his eyes. She knew he was angry. She let him down.
He sighed heavily. "We're going back there, as if you didn't attempt run away. Got it?" Max nodded weakly. She untied the cloth around her mouth and handed it back to him.
Fang walked away and sat next to Dylan. Max also came back and settled away from them. She lied down on the ground, used her arm as her pillow, and fell asleep.
Her last thought was: But I never got to pee.
A/N: RnR? (I know I'm late on updating!)