Chapter two
Mario opened his eyes slowly. Oh no! No, no, no, no! This can't be happening! No! It just can't! He nervously looked over to the driver of the car.
"Hello Mario." He said cold fully.
He looked at his hands and feet. They were tied up. No! He looked back to the driver and let his heart sink.
"Wh-what's going on?" he asked.
Jackson smiled, "What's going on? Who am I? Why are you doing this to me you sick jackass. Yeah, that's the first thing that people say. I mean, you're just getting kidnap, how about a hello Jackson. You know what I mean?"
Mario looked to the floor, "Um, hello?"
"Thank you. That's all I'm asking for."
There was a pause between them. Jackson rolled his eyes.
"Go on."
"What?" Mario asked.
"Just go on and ask me the basics." He growled.
"Um, w-who are you?" he asked.
"Told you, Jackson."
"Where are you taking me? Why are you doing this?"
"Hey, one question at a time. Well can't tell you, and I can tell you why. Because, well, let's say your father has something to with it." He smiled at Mario.
Mario stared, "What do you mean?"
"You're father, William Event, well he made someone really pissed, and now that person hired me to kidnap you until he does the work he is suppose to."
"What work."
"Close your eyes. Everything will make sense soon enough."
"What-"
"I don't want to repeat anything, lets get that out of the way."
"B-b-but."
"But what? I gave you an order. You disobey any order I give you, there will be punishments. Got that?"
Mario slowly nodded his head and stared at him.
"Well?" he asked.
"What?" Mario asked.
"Sleep. Now." He ordered.
Mario looked at the road ahead of them, than closed his eyes with a tear coming out. This can't be happening. This just can't be happening. What did he do to deserve this?
Mario somehow went into a deep sleep. Jackson could see that. He took out his phone.
"Hey, it's Jackson. Got the kid. Will be there in about seven in the morning."
"K. Just don't mess up."
"Ha!" he hung up.
Jackson smiled and looked on out to the road.
"I don't want you as my son!" his father yelled. It was the same thing in the same dream ever night. His father's cold eyes stared down at him.
"Gay people are just wrong." His mother told him.
"Mom! Dad! Help me!" he yelled at them. They simply walked away into the darkness with nothing to say. Mario always cried at this part.
"Mom. Dad. . . . . please. . . . somewhat."
A girl walked by humming a Beatles song.
"Katie!" he yelled. Katie looked to him. She stared.
"Hi? Do I know you?"
"Katie! It's me! It's Mario! Mario-o!"
"Oh. . . . . . I can't talk to you."
"Katie! Help me! Please!"
She walked into the darkness leaving Mario alone. Mario started to cry. The voices came at this time.
'No one loves you. .. . . . They really don't. . . . . just die. . . . . . Gay is wrong!'
A million voices came at him at once. He covered his ears.
"SHUT UP!"
'Freak!. . . . . Idiot!. . . . . you shouldn't live. . . . where the hell you come from?'
The voices. . . . he had to make them stop.
Mario opened his eyes as soon as Jackson touched his hands. He was untying him. Mario looked around. They were at a motel? Jackson looked at his eyes. He stared.
"You've been crying?" he asked.
Mario voice was lost. He shook his head nervously.
"I'm used to people crying. . . . I mean I never seen a guy cry when there my hostage." He said.
Mario stared. Where was he going with this?
Jackson opened the door wider. Mario looked up to him then walked out. He was free. Jackson turned his back to close the door. Mario took off. Jackson turned around with shock across his face. Mario didn't get far. He tripped over his feet and fell on the hard ground. His chin . . . it was bleeding. Jackson was over him standing six feet tall. He grabbed his hands tightly and pulled him up almost tearing his arms off.
"That's the worst attempt to escape I have ever seen in my life." He said with fire in his eyes.
Mario didn't say anything. He grew butterflies with Jackson touching his hands. He tried his hardest not to blush.
"I mean, I've seen bad, but good God man! That was just terrible!" he said walking to the motel. Mario wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. He felt like he was going to explode into a million joyful pieces. Jackson was a handsome man . . . . but way to old and plus, he was his kidnapper! The relationship wouldn't have worked out.
Hey, sorry I havent uploaded anything in a while. I was so busy. I had to ride a plane. . . . no, I didnt see Jackson. Hahaha. But I will upload more, I swear. =)
