A few hours later Paris climbed out of the backseat of the car and walked around the large room, slowly looking at all the cars. It was pretty apparent that she had been right and her car had been stolen. She turned around slowly looking for a door and then saw the huge garage door at the other end of the room. Paris ran as fast she could toward the door and then bent down to try to lift it open. She groaned angrily as she realized that the door had been locked from the outside. Turning around she looked back at her car and smiled as an idea came to mind. She would just get in her car and crash right through the door. She had seen it in movies plenty of times.
After walking quickly back to the car Paris climbed in behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition. The car purred gently as she pulled the gear shift into drive. Paris swung the car in a wide you turn and began speeding up toward the door. She was halfway their when the car began sputtering. She pressed her foot down harder on the gas to try to make the car go faster but it was no use. The car stopped less than three feet from the door. She had run out of gas.
"What an idiot!" Paris screamed, slamming her fist against the steering wheel before climbing out of the car and walking back toward where the other cars we're parked.
Paris stopped walking suddenly and looked around at all the cars in the room. The angry look did not leave her face as she made her way back to her car. Reaching in the open window she pulled her car keys out of the ignition and keyed every car in the room.
It was three o'clock in the morning when Rory's cellphone rang. She groaned as she turned over to answer it.
"Hello?" Rory asked, how tired she was apparent in her voice.
"I need help, Rory. I've been kidnapped," Paris replied, hiding behind her car and staring at the door.
"Paris?" Rory asked, "that's not funny." Paris sighed, knowing she sounded annoyed but not caring because she really was annoyed.
"It's not a joke," Paris said, "I called my mom last night but she wouldn't do anything until later today and I'm not even sure if she'll do anthing then." Rory sat up in bed, convinced by the worried tone in Paris's voice.
"Where are you?" Rory asked, glancing at her alarm clock.
"I don't know. Some kind of warehouse," Paris answered, "We only went a few miles from my house, I think but I can't get out because the doors locked."
"Okay. Are you on your cellphone?" Rory asked, "didn't they check you for a phone?" Paris sighed in annoyance again.
"I was in the trunk," Paris replied, "I don't know why they didn't open it and take my phone."
"Oh," Rory replied, "Well, I will have mom call the police and tell them what you told me. Call me back if they take you anywhere." Paris's eyes grew wide. She hadn't thought of being taken anywhere else.
"I won't go," Paris replied, stubbornly, "just get the police." Paris hung up the phone and continued to stare at the door.
Tristan unlocked the back door and walked quickly into the warehouse. He froze when he noticed the car he had stolen the night before so close to the garage door. He walked slowly into the middle of the warehouse and his jaw dropped in shock as his eyes noticed the scratches on the cars. He had just started to walk over and get a closer look of the first car when the owner of the porsche jumped up from the other side and stared at him.
"Why did you take my car!?" Paris yelled, "let me go!" Tristan stared over the car at her, a shocked expression on his face.
"How did you get in here?" Tristan asked, trying to remain calm.
"You kidnapped me, stupid," Paris answered him.
"I what?" Tristan asked, completely surprised by the accusation, "what do you mean?"
"I was in the trunk!" Paris screamed. Tristan's shock was replaced with annoyance.
"What we're you doing in the trunk in the first place?" Tristan asked.
"How is that your business?" Paris asked, "it's my car, isn't it?"
"Not anymore," Tristan replied, forcing himself to smirk at her. He didn't want her to know that he was worried about her seeing his face or anything else, "these cars are leaving tonight to be sold and I will try to get enough time to replace the paint jobs you ruined."
"Well, I hope who ever you stole these cars for won't give you anymore time," Paris replied, returning his smirk, "how much trouble would you get into anyway?" Tristan ignored her question and pulled a rope out of his back pocket before making his way around the car towards her.
"I was going to use this rope to rope the back door shut until I can get a new lock but I can see that I'm going to need it more for you," Tristan replied, running after her as she turned and began running toward the way she had seen him come. She had just turned the corner when he knocked her down and held her down with his side while he tied her hands behind her back.
"That was stupid," he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet, "don't do it again."