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Chapter 4 Chief of Police

EPO V

I laughed lightly to myself as I watched the three girls hurry up the steps. Did they think that I was going to chase them or something? My feet were still hooked together. She just untied my hands. I heard the door lock and what sounded like a chain slide across it. At least I could move out of this chair now. I looked around the basement for about the millionth time looking for any signs of a camera or something.

How pervy would it be of them to have set up a spy cam to watch me get naked or something. I shuttered and leaned down to untie my ankles. I moaned when my back popped in several places. It felt really good to stretch out like that. I had to unhook about three different bras before I could figure out how the hell they had tied me up. This was the weirdest thing I had ever in my life experienced. I wasn't scared or pissed anymore. I was confused. Why the hell would three drunken girls want to kidnap me? Was that really even what they were up to? Did they want money? I didn't understand any of this.

And I mean honestly…they brought me clothes to change into, basically gave me the entire basement to myself, plan on feeding me-although, I was kind of scared when Shorty made me piss in a bucket earlier-and then she came downstairs to feed me apple sauce. I wouldn't open my mouth for her like I was some damn baby and she actually tried to force it into my mouth. She sat down on my lap and pinched my nose trying to get me to open my mouth. Then every time she would come near me with the spoon I just jerked my head away from her.

Then Brownie came down later and laughed at me. These girls weren't criminals. They were fucking psychotic! They didn't know anything more on how to kidnap someone than I did.

I eventually got my ankles untied and I was free. I couldn't go anywhere though. I knew that I'd have to literally beat the door down to get out and I didn't really have the energy to do that. I was tired and hungry and covered in apple sauce. At least I got to piss earlier. These girls were crazy. Lunatics. All three were probably mental. And I needed a cigarette so damn bad. I was going to lose my mind.

As soon as I was free of my bonds I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter and lit one up. I didn't care who it pissed off. They kidnapped me, the least they could do was allow me to smoke down here. I hoped it pissed them off. I might go let my ashes fall on Austin Powers' zebra rug in the center of the room.

I shook my head and headed over to the bathroom that I saw Brownie go into before when she was down here deciding against ashing on the zebra. I finished my cig and dropped it in the toilet before flushing it. I hoped that it stunk the entire basement up.

But I guess that was kind of nice of Brownie, offering to clean the apple sauce off my face and all if I thought about it for a minute. But then she said I hit her in the head when I didn't. Maybe they really had no clue what happened last night. They were drunk or had been drinking at least.

This was the craziest thing ever. And I knew that my family was probably worried sick about me. I looked around earlier when I was alone to see if there was a telephone down here, but I didn't see one. I didn't even see a line or jack for a phone so that was out of the question. I didn't have my cell phone in my pockets because my mother insisted that I leave it in the car since I would end of playing Angry Birds before the night was over with. Which…she was right. I totally would have but I bet she wishes differently now.

I took a quick hot shower and then dressed in the clothes that Shorty had brought down for me. I have no idea where they came from but they fit pretty comfortably. Then I sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. It was already on the news so I just relaxed on the couch and stretched my back out. I was a little sore from sitting for so long. Not to mention, I was exhausted. It wasn't long before I felt myself drift off into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long I slept but there was a loud sound coming from somewhere close by. It sounded similar to a generator. I opened my eyes and saw one of those girls standing on the other side of the room with a big gray bag in her hands. I just shook my head thinking it was a crazy dream and rolled over going back to sleep. When I woke up the second time I noticed that it was darker than it was before. There was just a single light on across from the coffee table. The TV had been turned off and it was completely silent now.

I sat up slowly and looked around the basement. There was an air mattress in front of the TV but no one on it. The lamp in the corner was turned on and I could hear water running in the bathroom. Oh so it was turning into this now. I have to be sat with twenty-four seven, put under surveillance? Great.

Unless…it was their next victim and I would now have to share my space with another hostage. Wonder who it would be this time? The son or daughter of the Chief of Police? They got the Mayor's son might as well go after Charlie's kids next. This was so ridiculous. I was just about to lay back down when I noticed a plate of pizza sitting on the coffee table and a bottle of water. Was that supposed to be for me?

I heard the water shut off and the door opened just as the light went out. Blondie stepped out of the bathroom and smiled widely. "Morning sunshine…you slept long enough. Feel better?"

She was talking to me like we were best friends and had known each other our whole lives. I didn't answer. I only watched her as she moved to the sleeping back and slid under the blanket on top of it. She fluffed the pillow and then pointed to the plate of pizza.

"Eat up. You look like you're starving to death. Bella fixed really good spaghetti earlier but you slept straight through lunch so we just decided to give you some of the pizza we ordered for dinner. It's still warm."

Which one was Bella?

I didn't answer as Blondie rolled over putting her back to me and snuggled into bed. I thought that she was done speaking so I just reached for the bottle of water and took a sip. I could tell it hadn't been tampered with considering the lid was still sealed on it.

"And don't even think about any funny business." Blondie said suddenly over her shoulder. "I have mace and I will totally kick your ass if you lay one hand on me in my sleep. You will learn that I am not one to be trifled with while sleeping. I don't like to get woke up. So keep your hands to yourself, be relatively quiet and the night will fly by. Capeesh?"

Was she serious?

I snickered lightly and shook my head as I drank half of my water in one giant gulp. I felt my stomach roll and I looked at the pizza. I was really hungry. And it smelled really good. Surely they didn't poison it. I don't think they intended to hurt me. If that were the case they would have done so already. I don't think I have been touched in my sleep, although when I sleep it's like trying to wake the dead to get me up. I doubt they harmed me though. I honestly don't think they would know how. Yeah Blondie may have mace but…surely to God she wouldn't just mace me in my sleep would she? I am also pretty positive that would wake me.

After a long inner argument I shrugged and reached for the pizza. I quickly took a bite and sighed when I tasted it. So good. I think this was the best pizza I have ever had. By the time I finished eating Blondie was snoring lightly so I flipped the TV on to drown her out. It didn't take long for me to slip back into another mini coma.

When I woke up the next morning Blondie wasn't there. Shorty was staring at me. She was sitting in the chair with her legs criss-crossed and her eyes were just boring into me. I sat up quickly and looked around the room almost forgetting where I was. Almost. Shorty freaked me out a little bit. She was…odd. We didn't speak and I was a little skeptical of moving. I don't know, maybe I was afraid she was going to shove more apple sauce in my face or something.

The TV was still on though and the morning weather report was on. I caught the time and realized it was a little after eleven. I would normally be in meetings by now. That was kind of a relief…considering the situation. At least I wasn't stuck in some boring meeting about the county budget plan or something equally lame. It was almost like a mini vacation. Except for the awkwardness.

"Alice, stop staring at him."

Yeah, Alice. Stop staring at me.

I looked up to Brownie walking down the steps with a tray that I could smell from here. Bacon…eggs…and, was that waffles? Hmm…

"He talks in his sleep." Alice said and scooted by her friend on the stairs.

Brownie shook her head as she sat the tray down on the table. I heard the door lock and the chain slide home up stairs. They were really serious about locking me up down here, weren't they?

"I hope that you're hungry." Brownie said and waved at the tray in front of me.

Yep, I was right. There were waffles. I couldn't help the smile that covered my face. I loved waffles. They made me smile. Even in weird creepy situations as this.

"Thanks." I muttered softly.

"You're welcome." Brownie said and moved to sit down in the chair Shorty had just occupied.

She picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels. I was past the point of caring if the food was poisoned. It smelled too amazing and I was too hungry to turn it down. And it was waffles! So I greedily ate everything on my plate and drank every last bit of my orange juice. It tasted like fresh squeezed juice too. Mmm…so good.

"Do you need anything else?" Brownie asked and kept her eyes on the TV as she flipped through the channels. She finally stopped it on a cooking show.

"No." I answered and sat back on the couch relaxing a little.

We were both silent as we watched some lady put ingredients into a pan. Brownie seemed really intrigued by what was going on with the show. She was almost…dare I say it? Pretty. She had long brown hair that turned up into curls on the edge. Her nose was straight and angular. Her eyes were set perfectly at the top of her nose. Her bottom lip was a little bigger than her top lip and it kind of reminded me of what lips look like after they've been kissed for several minutes. Her lips look like that. She wasn't smiling though. I bet she would have been really pretty if she would just smile. There was something different about her though…she looks so familiar. It didn't make sense.

I looked up to her forehead and saw the bruise turning an ugly yellow color. "How's your head?"

I asked and she blinked before slowly glancing to me then turning back to the TV. "Huh?"

I cleared my throat and said, "How's your head?"

She shrugged and said, "Ok I guess. Still bruised."

"Your friend hit you." I said, remembering yesterday she didn't know what had happened to it. Did she still not know or was all of that a trick.

Her eyes snapped towards me and she blinked slowly. "What?"

I nodded and said, "Blondie…she knocked you out."

Her chocolate brown eyes narrowed at me as she asked, "When?"

I laughed and said, "You really don't know what happened?" I don't know why I laughed. This wasn't any situation to laugh at but she looked pissed because her friend hit her.

Brownie sighed dramatically and sat the remote down on the coffee table. Looking me square in the eyes she answered, "No. I told you that none of us remember what happened. Alice and Rosalie keep arguing about the truth. They don't remember either."

I just shook my head. "You three are so strange."

"We're strange?" She scoffed and then repeated herself. "We're strange?"

I snorted and nodded. "Yes, you are the ones who kidnapped a perfect stranger during a drunken rant and don't remember it the next morning."

She pointed her finger at me. "Ah-ha! I told you that we were drunk and didn't know what happened. Now you believe me?"

I narrowed my eyes and turned my head to the side a little. "I don't know…I'm still trying to understand what would make you want to kidnap me in the first place."

She laughed sweetly and smiled. She looked so innocent, not like a deranged kidnapper. "You are Edward Cullen. Every girl in Seattle wants to kidnap you."

What did she mean? "And you three succeeded."

Brownie shrugged and said, "Somehow. I'd love to know how."

I laughed once and said, "It was rather stupid actually…"

She stared at me intently for a moment and then asked, "Tell me?"

There was no bull shit in her question, no sarcasm or no tricks. She just really wanted to know.

I turned my head away from her direction and watched the TV for a moment. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that they had no clue what had actually happened the other night. What would it hurt with my telling her anyway? Maybe it would clear a few things up. Maybe she would let me go. I didn't have anything to lose that was for sure.

"You were all in the alley next to that club, what's it called?"

"Twilight." She answered me instantly and I looked up at her. She seemed so intrigued. "I remember us leaving the club. I remember looking over at City Hall. I knew you'd be there. Rosalie suggested we kidnap you. We both agreed and that's all I remember."

I shook my head. How odd. "Well you all started across the street towards me when you saw me outside smoking. Then someone started shouting and you had stopped in the middle of the street. Blondie-"

"Rosalie." She corrected.

I shrugged and said, "Rosalie-whatever-she screamed something at you and then hit you in the forehead. You passed out and fell down in the street. There were cars coming and your friends looked like they didn't know what happened or how to help you, so I ran over and picked you up out of the street."

"You rescued me?" She asked dramatically like I was the hero here or something. These. Girls. Are. Seriously. Demented!

I just waved her off with my hand and kept talking. "So then Shorty told me that I could put you in her car so I followed them down the street and into the parking garage. When I sat you down, someone kicked me in the ass and made me fall inside the car. Then there was a red dress being thrown over my head and the door slammed into my butt trying to shut me up in the car. After that we ended up here and you know the rest."

She was laughing. Honestly laughing and shaking her head. "No…no way."

I sighed and nodded. I found none of it funny in the least. "Yes way…that's exactly what happened. I even lost a shoe in the process."

She was still laughing and apparently wasn't going to stop anytime soon. When her laughter finally subsided, she wiped away tears from her eyes and shook her head. "She kicked your ass into the car?"

I couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped my mouth as I nodded at her. "I guess it was kind of funny…"

"And then…" Brownie started laughing again. "She covered your head with her dress…like it was….it was…a…knapsack." She was horse laughing once more.

I laughed once and nodded. How stupid do you have to be? We both laughed until we couldn't laugh anymore. I guess it was a little funny. I would definitely have laughed sooner if it would have happened to someone else. But again…what the hell am I laughing at? I don't find this humorous!

"Oh my god…they are so dense sometimes." She laughed at her friends and shook her head. "It's all the Klondike bars."

I made a funny face and asked, "It's the what?"

She laughed before answering, "Klondike bars."

I guess the confused expression on my face told her that I still didn't understand. "We eat Klondike bars all of the time." She said and then smiled to herself. "We once dared one another to eat one Klondike bar a day for the rest of our lives."

"Why? That's so weird." Everything about these girls was weird.

Brownie chuckled and shook her head. "No…what would you do for a Klondike bar? Alice asked Rosalie that once and Rosalie answered…I would eat one everyday forever to have one right now."

I was still confused. Brownie laughed at me and said, "We were drunk at the time. So we made the dare and we have eaten one every day since then."

"I'm starting to think you all should stop drinking."

Brownie giggled and nodded. "Me too."

We smiled at each other for a moment and it almost felt good. But I quickly remembered where I was at and why I was here. I had to stop acting like this was ok. It was most certainly not ok.

"So what were you doing outside anyway? Why weren't you inside at the induction Mr. Mayor's Son?" She asked.

Rolling my eyes, I didn't look at her as I answered her question. "I had stepped outside to smoke before the banquet started. Those things can be a pain sometimes."

"You smoked down here didn't you?" She questioned knowingly.

I didn't look at her as I nodded. "Yeah, so what?"

She giggled and said, "I don't care. It's not my place. Rosalie was bitching about it this morning said she almost had an asthma attack sleeping down here."

Well…then I would have to smoke a couple more before she returned. I smiled evilly at the idea.

We were silent for a couple of seconds and then Brownie asked, "Do you like being the mayor's son? Future DA...doesn't it all come with an ass load of responsibility."

No. We were not going to start talking about politics and family. I didn't want to discuss that. I didn't want to think about it.

"It's ok." Was all I said, and then put all of my focus on the cooking show. Whatever that lady was making was starting to look really good. And hopefully it would catch Brownie's attention soon enough too. Thankfully I was right. We spent the rest of the afternoon silently watching cooking shows.

At three she flipped it to the news channel. The Chief of Police appeared on the screen. "…still working hard to find him. We have absolutely no leads and we almost feel like we are chasing our tails looking for him. If anyone has any information you can contact this number at the bottom of your screen."

I looked over to Brownie and she looked really uncomfortable, almost a little green.

I was about to say something until I heard a phone ringing. It took me a moment to realize that it was hers ringing from her pocket. She fished it out and glanced at the front of it before cursing loudly and muting the TV.

"Hello." She answered quickly and then glanced to me. She twisted a little in the seat and put her back to me. "No, doing ok…I'm at Alice's." She was silent for a few minutes and I could hear a deep voice coming through the phone. Was it her boyfriend or something? "No…everything's ok….yeah just had the news on. I know dad…I'm alright….Yes…No! Don't come out here. I will call if I need anything….love you too…bye."

She sighed heavily as her phone slid down from her ear. When she looked back to the TV she looked like she might have been crying.

"Worry wart?" I asked, trying to soothe her a little. I hated when people, especially women, cried. I did not want her to have a mental break down. My sister just sets off when she starts crying…she will cry for hours. I didn't want to handle that right now.

She took a deep breath and looked in my direction but not directly at me. "Do what?"

"Your dad…" I said softly and pointed to her phone in her hand. "He probably saw all of this on the news and is worried sick about you…right?"

She laughed but it there was no humor to it at all. "Yeah…sorta."

I nodded and looked back to the TV as the sports came on. We were silent again before Brownie cleared her throat. I looked back to her as she stared at her lap.

"Look…" She started softly. "I'm really sorry about all of this."

I blew a big breath out of my mouth and nodded. "I know."

And it was the truth…I did know that she was really sorry. I could see it in her face. And I was really starting to believe that they had no clue what they were doing when they kidnapped me. I have been ridiculously drunk before and thought that I was doing something out of pure fun and it ended up being a stupid decision. Never kidnapped another human being but…same thing, I guess. But I didn't see a way out of this without someone going to jail. What was I going to do? Say that I willingly went with them? That's totally not going to work…then I'd have to have a reason for randomly leaving the banquet. Then I would have to explain about hating politics and hating the fact that I was dragged into it all through the "family business." I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair in aggravation as I rested my head against the back of the couch. I didn't know how this whole mess was going to end. But it wasn't going to be pretty.

A/N: Bella looks familiar now? What? Wait for the next couple of chapters to find out how they know each other.

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