Chapter 4

Kidnapped

I probably made the ride for Phil and me the most awkward time ever, as we didn't speak to each other from our last conversation. I crossed my arms and put my best scowl across my face. Alan kept trying to fix the awkward situation by talking about his times at the strip club. It doesn't sound that weird at first, because he's a guy, but he also added that he went with his mother.

"I remember like it was yesterday," Alan said contentedly, as he pushed his face against the police car cage. His small, prickly beard hairs were jutting through the cage. Gross. He needed to trim that bushy thing. "My mother and I were walking into the strip club, she brought a jar of pickles—"

"I don't want to hear it right now Alan," I interrupted insolently.

"Why don't you let the man speak," Doug said incensed. "You're pretty good about not caring how people think, right?"

"Man, fuck you!" I shouted, and stomped on the ground. Alan leaned back nervously, and stopped talking. "Just because you cared about last night and—"

"Don't even say it! I didn't give a fuck about last night, and if I did why would I stay with you? You are such an uncaring, loathsome, obnoxious, bitch!"

"I can see why your wife cheated on you now!" I yelled at him.

He kept on driving, with such a nasty expression on his face. Stu and Alan didn't say anything, because they were so flabbergasted. It's not my fault he was being such a dick toward me. I know it was heartless for me to bring it up, but someone was going to eventually.

I heard a slight sniff, and of course I took that as advantage for me to win the argument.

"That's right, cry you little pussy," I said brusquely.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" he yelled. Then he snapped. As he yelled at me, he was also banging on the steering wheel. "What is wrong with you? Why would you even bring that up! Are you serious? Why are you so cruel? It is because your boyfriend broke up with you? Why was that? I know, because you're a fucking whore!"

"I don't want to talk about it…" I mumbled, trying to hold in my tears.

"Whose the pussy now!"

"Stop the fucking car!" I yelled.

"No!"

I repeated myself and then head butted him, which made the car swerve. I heard a lot of horns, making him immediately slam on the brakes. I looked over my shoulder to see that Alan was scared. I heard horns beeping at us, and cars going around us. I rubbed my head and there was a bump.

"What—"

"NO! UNLOCK THE DOOR NOW!" I shouted. I was trying so hard to not let any tears out, and then I begged him to unlock it. He pressed the button, and I kicked the door open. My muscles started to tense up, and I got so hot.

"Don't be so sensitive," he said.

"He said that too," I murmured to him crying. I slammed the door and walked away, trying to still be confident. I heard them calling for me, so I began sprinting away. I could hear every single step I took, and I felt every warm tear roll down my face.

I peaked over my shoulder, to see that they have driven away. Good. I didn't know where I was, but I'm glad they were gone. I didn't want to tell anyone about what happened with my boyfriend, no one needed to know. I didn't like knowing myself, and it sometimes haunted me back to this day. I tried my best to move forward, but it was too hard, especially when the evidence was right in front of me.

Before, we were driving to this church, because apparently Stu had married some stripper. Alan had told me how interested he was in breastfeeding, oh, and did he get to see it. The very poor and dirty home she lived in. There was beer everywhere, but she did care for the baby, even though she left it in the hotels closet.

When I was walking along the sidewalk, I felt like every single person was staring at me. My arms could barely move as I was walking, because I felt so stiff. I've should have not insulted Phil; I was only going to hurt myself.

I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The beautiful blue shaded sky was beginning to darken into a gravel grey. Large clouds were forming, blotting out the bright sun.

The first splatter of rain dropped onto my head, as I walked down the sidewalk. I went to take shelter under an oak tree, but the droplets of water dripped down the leaves. The drops sprinkled onto me like a gardening hose. The rain became intense. I could hear it drumming onto the buildings, but eventually the rain started to sound like chimes.

The huffing wind rose up then and I slid down the tree, and my body was quivering. I leaned my head back and moaned. A single tear slid down from my warm, sapphire eyes, followed by another one, and another one, until soon, a steady stream of salty tears flowed its way down my pale cheeks.

A huge black SUV stopped in the road in front of me and men in black suites sauntered out of it. They came towards me, as one of them was carrying a pillowcase. Oh no. Was this seriously happening? Maybe I should have stayed in the cop car.

I couldn't move. I was frozen in fear. The man jerked my arm and I kicked him in the balls. He fell to the ground clutching them, and I tried to runaway. The other man grabbed my shirt, and put my head in the pillowcase. He tied it around with a rope, and I was so petrified that I was going to die. I smelled something though, but it wasn't that good.

I felt dizzy. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and passed out.

I felt like I was sitting in a chair, and my head was on the table. The same people who kidnapped me ripped the bag off my head. I rolled my eyes upward to see a small man sitting in front of me, snorting up some cocaine. I yawned and looked around to see I was in a strip club. The music was loud, the lights were flashy, and the girls were wearing big push up bras, and the shortest skirts on the planet. The smell was atrocious; perfume mixed with weed, cigarettes, and cocaine.

"Honey?" the stripper interweaved her long, pink nails through my hair. "You going to be okay?"

"Fine," I said quietly. "I'm just tired."

"Oh," she smiled. "Can I take your order then?"

"I'll have a Long Island ice tea."

She walked away, with her booty popping out of her skirt. I usually just order this simple drink mixed with vodka, tequilla, rum, gin, triple sec and coke. Yeah simple... not really, but I needed something to get my mind clear.

"Strong drink," the man said and I sat up.

"Leslie?" I asked and he took a sip of his beer. I knew this guy when I was in college. He dropped out after a year, but I remember partying with him. Why was he sitting in front of me in a strip club?

"Calissta!" he shouted. "I knew that was you girl! Your face so familiar! I'm sorry, one of your asshole friends kidnapped me."

"Which asshole is this?"

"Tall handsome one."

"Fucking Phil."

"You know the bastard? Yes, he stripped me naked and threw me in back of car. You were there too, and I've never seen you so drunk in my life! You two were all over each other. Damn girl!"

"Great…" I mumbled annoyed. "Why did he strip you down?"

"You're asking me!" he yelled. "So how have you been? I haven't seen you, since college. I dropped out, but what are you doing now?"

"I'm a magazine editor for vogue, and—"

"Single, taken?" he asked in a weird, molesting manner.

"Um single… I think…"

"So chow can have blow?"

"Ew!" I shouted disgusted. "No. Sorry Leslie, I can't put small objects in my mouth or I'll choke."

"Ooh… still as funny as always. Have your drink."

The lady handed me my 'ice tea' and I took a sip of the strong drink. I needed a little bit of alcohol to refresh my mind and make me feel better. Of course I wasn't going to drink the whole thing so I wouldn't black out again, like last time. Leslie started laughing and sniffing some more cocaine.

"That's a lot," I pointed out. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"You owe me 80,000 dolla!" he shouted.

"Excuse me," I said spitting out some of my drink, shocked.

"You heard me. Your friends lost me the money."

"Look, I can get you money, but you'll have to drive me to the casino," I told him. "And did you tell them to get eighty grand already for you?"

"Um… maybe," he mumbled.

"Hmm… I don't owe you anything. But for an old friend, I might give a fourth. Remember, I am a good gambler. Get me out of here Chow, and lets get some dough."

"I like the way you think."

"Okay, we're in the casino, I have to leave now," Leslie told me. "I have some problems with people here, and there are always cops on my ass. I see you in two days woman. Give chow a kiss on the cheek."

"A hug," I said. He accepted it and gave me a light hug. He tried sticking a finger up my butt, through my pants and I pushed him off. "Perve." I laughed.

"Hey, by the way, your friend Phil, wouldn't shut the fuck up about you. He was like, 'Where is she? I will kill you if she hurt!' Damn you too fucking?"

"What… NO! WE ARE NOT!"

"Don't get so defensive, Chow already know answer."

"Whatever… See ya."

All he did was wave, and then wobbled right back into his SUV. I entered the hotel, I felt so dirty. I really needed to get new clothes, but all the stores around here were so expensive. It would be throwing my wallet away in the toilet, if I wanted to shop here.

I got into the casino, and went to the table where they played jack black. I knew how to play this game, but it was simple, you had to be lucky. I sat down at the table, where I knew no one. I hated being in these awkward situations.

"Want a drink?" the older man next to me asked.

"No thanks," I replied. "I just came here to get some cash."

"I have money."

"But I rather earn myself, thanks."

That made him open his eyes, while he was being a huge pervert. A sixty year old hitting on me, and trying to get me into bed with him, by giving me some cash. I wasn't a hooker, but rich old men think they can get anything they want. They need a lesson learned for once in their lives.

Before I got to the hotel, I went to the bank with Leslie. I went in by myself, because I felt like he would have tried to steal something. I picked up five thousand dollars from my old savings account; that was the money that I earned when working at college.

I handed them the money, and they gave me the same amount in chips. They pulled the cards out of a machine, and handed me one card faced down and one card faced up. I got a five underneath and got a six on top. Wow. That was lucky.

"Place bets."

We did as he said. The richer man on my right put a whole five thousand dollars in, and so I went all in. People looked at me like I was insane, but I had to be risky for this. I win by being risky, that is just how I play.

The person asked people around pass or hit. People were getting aggravated as they went over the amount of 21. He came to me and asked me for a hit or pass. I said and I got a king. I didn't say anything, trying to cover my excitement. My dad always said to keep a straight face on, it could save you a lot of money for gambling.

"Show cards," the dealer said.

I revealed, having a perfect 21 and so did the person across from me. It was a young looking man, with think black eyebrows. He looked like one of the people in the mafia. He had a black striped suit on, as I looked like some dirt bag.

"Between the two," he said. "Again."

The machine spurted out two cards and he gave one to each of us. I peaked under it and I saw a two. Probably one of the worst cards I could get, or that's what I thought. The next card I got was a four. Great. Waste of my money, I guess.

"Hit?"

I nodded and got another two. Okay so that was eight now. He went on to the next guy and asked the same thing. He took another hit, while I saw a small smirk go across his face. I was getting stressed out after I saw the expression on his face.

"Hit?"

I nodded again and got another two. The man with the bushy eyebrows was laughing and clapping his hands together. Then he was banging them on the red velvet like table.

"At least my fingers don't look like sausages," I trash talked him, making him frown. Well at least that made him quiet, but I was still worried. I took another hit and I got a six.

"Low numbers," the lady in the red dress said.

People made their side comments, as all my cards added up to sixteen now.

"Hit?"

"Yeah," I said calmly.

Five.

I controlled myself not to break out in screaming. The dealer said to show the cards as the man revealed to have a perfect twenty, but not twenty-one. I showed my cards and sneered at him. Dealer said winner and I took all of the chips in the middle. Okay. Ten twenty thousand dollars I have now. I felt confident now, and most of the people at the table took me as a threat.

25 minutes later.

"Winner," the dealer said and I took all of the chips in the middle.

"I would like to cash out my chips now," I said happily. "I'm done playing."

They took my chips and counted them. I left the table and went over to the people handling the chips, and the man with the bushy eyebrows kept staring at me. I couldn't help but stare back and he took more sips of his drink.

"Ma'am," the people in front of me said. "Your cash comes out too 67,450 dollars. We already took taxes out."

"Thank you," I said. "I'll take that. Do you have a bag?"

"Yes," she said. "We'll put a stamp on it, so it doesn't look like you stole the money."

"Great."

She handed me the bag full of the money and I sauntered away proudly.

"Your that lucky?" the woman with the red dress walked up to me. "I'm Silvia."

"Calissta," I said and shook her hand firmly. "That a million dollar slot machine only needs fifty cents to win all of the money. Here's a quarter. Do you have a quarter?"

"Yeah…" I said as I shoved my hand in my pocket. "I do. But only a quarter so I can't play."

"Here, take mine. If you win we split it, since we both put our money in their."

"Whatever. It's not like it's going to happen."

She opened up her hand and I took her quarter. I went up to the slot machine that said 'Win up to a million dollars' and I inserted both of the quarters into the slot. I quickly pulled down the bar. One gold bar, two gold bar, three gold bar, four gold bar, five gold bar. I saw them all go into a row and the machine started making loud noises.

"AH!" we both started screaming.

She threw her drink in the air and we both jumped up and down. She squeezed me so tight and screamed, "I'm rich! We're rich!" She was laughing and stomping her feet up and down. I was happily screaming away as the workers came up to us. Also so did reporters, who were about to ask us questions. I guess they do that when people win this type of money in the lottery, or at the casinos.

"Did you both win?" one of the reporters asked.

They were all pushing each other and shoving their microphones near our faces.

"We are splitting the money, since we each put one quarter in," Silvia said. "This girl is one of the luckiest girls I've ever seen."

"Do you know this lady?"

"Yeah, she's like my best friend. Calissta over here, we've known each other for five years."

"Uh… yeah," I went with it.

They handed us a huge check and we both held it up. We stood their smiling as the reporters took pictures of us. They took our check away, to cash it out as the lady next to me was still screaming. Then bushy eyebrows came up to me, as he tried to saunter over here like he owned the place.

"Girl has a lot of luck out there," he said, as he brushed his hands through his greasy hair.

"Yeah… anyway, I got to go cash that stuff now," I mumbled. As I walked away he grabbed me by the arm and wouldn't let go of me. "Let go of me."

"Why don't we go back to my place," he said with a smirk on his face.

I tried pulling away and he kept jerking my arm back. I pleaded Silvia to help me, but she couldn't here me over her own mind thoughts. He really wouldn't let go as his grip got firmer and firmer, and tugged me back.

Somebody else grabbed me on the other side and jerked me backwards. It was Phil. He stepped in front of me, as he was protecting me. He was much bigger and taller than bushy eyebrows. He was wearing the same clothes as last time I saw him, but there was something different about him. I look near his eyes, and he had a bit of a black eye.

"Why don't you just leave her alone?" Phil asked irritated. "Fuck off, she's with me."

He pulled back and gave us a quick growl. I was never so happy to see Phil, as he turned around glad to see me. I dropped the bag that I was holding and gave him a huge hug. He hugged me very tightly and I was quivering in his huge, warm chest.

"I need to talk to you, let's go," he whispered in my ear.

"Why did—"

"You ask to many questions. Come on."

He grasped my hand with much affection, and we strolled up to the hotel room. He had told me that he gotten people to clean it, and wow they did a great job. The room looked brand new, as everything was shiny, newly dusted and polished. The TV's were not on a slant anymore, but the chicken was still here for some reason.

"Looks like a new hotel room."

"We need to talk," he said compassionately. "About you and me…"

"Look I didn't mean too—"

"Calissta, I'm sorry and I really—"

Alan and Stu slammed the door open and gave me a huge smile. Alan ran up and basically strangled me with affection. I was still staring at Phil, as he looked down embarrassed to say anything. He placed his palms on his forehead and moaned. What was he about to say? I couldn't believe Alan just ruined the moment between us. Stu was the one blabbering on right now, and he was so quiet. He walked away, his cheeks flushed, but he was trying to do it inconspicuously.

"Oh Mr. Chicken!" Alan shouted and grabbed it by its legs. He started hugging it and petting it, like he hasn't seen a relative in years. I wouldn't be surprised if they were related.

Only if Phil had a few more seconds to finish his sentence.

So that was my chapter for this week :) So Leslie? That's different!? Anyway, I wrote differently with him, trying to make him have an Asian accent, so a few words could have been missing from the sentences. What was Phil thinking!? I guess we'll find out next week! Anyway you guys should also check out another hangover story that is really good. It's called Raise Your Glass by xxxxninaxxxx, it's really good! Anyway please review guys, follow, and favorite, and keep reading! The next chapter will be up in a couple days. Anyway if you guys have suggestions for it, you can send a private message to me or just tell me in the reviews. Thanks guys! :D