A/N-a nice long chapter for you all, because the last one was extremely short, I know.
Chapter six
Soon Sarah was lying back on the couch with John and Alan discussing in low whispers. The tall man, James, had left and Robbie was watching her again.
"Aren't you going to let me go?!" Sarah called out suddenly. Alan and John just turned to her.
"Not yet," Alan answered.
"Why not?!" Sarah asked angrily.
"So you can go straight to the police? I don't think so," Alan walked to the door and left.
"Okay," John smiled and clapped his hands, "get comfortable, this is where you're sleeping!"
"Where are you sleeping?" Sarah asked.
"In this chair," John plopped into the chair that Robbie had just vacated.
"Why?" Sarah said.
"Because this is my room," He said, "Don't people normally sleep in their room?"
"Don't you have a guest room for me?" Sarah asked.
"Well," he paused, "I suppose we do..."
"Then I'll sleep there," she said.
"Okay...whatever you want," he came over to the couch and picked Sarah up.
"What are you doing?!" she screeched.
"Carrying you," he flung her over his shoulder, "Hadn't we already established that walking for you is bad?"
"Let me down," He ignored her and carried up the stairs and to a door at the end of the hall. He kicked open the door, walked in, and dropped her on the bed.
"Ow!" she said, "And why weren't you going to bring me here in the first place?"
"Because I knew you wouldn't want to be carried," he turned and walked out.
"Wait!" Sarah yelled from the bed and John reappeared at the door.
"Yes?" he asked.
"You expect me to sleep in a strange house, full of strange boys, who are breaking the law, and kidnapped me?" she said incredulously.
"Yep!" he smiled, "here."
He threw a nightgown in to the room.
"You can sleep in that," then he closed the door and left.
Sarah stood up slowly and walked to the door.
"Wait!" she yelled again. The door flung open quickly.
"Yes?" John asked, frustrated.
"My door doesn't have a lock," she said.
"No, it doesn't," he said.
"And why is that?" Sarah asked.
"In case of an emergency and we need to get in here, now I'm tired, so anymore questions?" he asked.
"Yes, actually-" he slammed the door in her face.
"Jerk!" she yelled through the door.
Sarah changed into the nightgown while standing in the empty closet, then she slid into the bed. She fell asleep quickly, after finally getting to sleep in a bed. When she woke the next morning, John was standing in the open doorway.
"Hey!" Sarah jumped, "What are you doing in here?"
"Freaking you out," he said, "Because it's funny."
"Get out!" Sarah pointed toward the door.
"No thanks," he sat in a small wooden chair and put his legs up on the bed next to her. Sarah just groaned and rolled over.
"What?!" he asked.
"I don't like this nightgown," her voice was muffled and sleepy. John just rolled his eyes.
"Well," he said, "you aren't the first to wear it, so it's very worn."
"Who else has worn it?" she asked.
"Other women who have stayed here," he said.
"Did they like being kidnapped?" Sarah said sarcastically.
"It took some persuading," he said slyly, "but they eventually calm down."
"Persuading?" her voice was still muffled in the blankets, "what kind of persuading?"
"Well," he paused, "to get men to shut up you can just give them money, which we have lots of, but women...they're stubborn, and need a...different kind of persuading."
"Never mind," Sarah rolled over, "I don't want to know what the persuading is. But I do want to know, is it you who does this persuading?"
"Yes," he said, "My job is to watch over all of the time travelers we find. You see these?"
He took a paper of different colored, small, square stickers, like the one he had put on her earlier. There was purple, blue, green, yellow, pink, black, and red.
"These," he continued, "are my stickers. Purple makes you angry, blue erases your memory, green makes you tell the truth, yellow makes you peaceful, pink makes you loving, black knocks you out, and red kills you extremely slowly, so never touch that one."
"How pleasant," Sarah whispered, "and what about that?"
She pointed to the gun and holster at his waist.
"That's a gun," he said matter-of-factly. Sarah simply made a weird noise and rolled back over.
"What?" he asked.
"I don't like you!" she said, "you kidnapped me, and now you're sneaking in while I'm asleep. You have stickers, and a gun, that could kill people. You could be some insane person for all I know! Let me go!"
"That's it!" he picked her up and dropped her on her feet then pushed her up against the wall. He pinned her there by her arms.
"You need to learn not to judge people when you first meet them!" he growled.
"But it's the truth!" Sarah said surprised, "you're dangerous, you kidnapped me!"
"Yeah?" he said, "And you're an annoying brat! But I wasn't going to tell that to you!"
"LET ME GO!" Sarah snarled.
"Hey John," Alan said calmly from the door, "what's going on?"
"Business as usual," John said simply.
"Okay," Alan walked away.
"Let me go!" Sarah looked on the verge of tears now.
"Say you're sorry!" John said.
"Why should I?" Sarah asked angrily, "So what? I stated my opinion? So what!"
He took the gun from his belt and held the end of it against her head.
"Say you're sorry," he said in a deadly whisper. For a moment, Sarah was speechless.
"Sorry," she said weakly.
"See you at breakfast," he walked from the room, then yelled from the hall, "You can meet Will and Charlie today!"
Sarah slid to the floor and leaned against the bed, unsure of what to do next.
