Abby woke up to her mouth dry. When was the last time she drank something?
She felt a little dizzy, but her stomach was settled a little, but it did still ache. She got up and saw that there was a note on her night stand. It was the one Carter wrote her. She read it and put it back on the night stand. She went to the kitchen, but then suddenly started to feel a little light headed. She gripped the handle of her refrigerator, catching her breath. She threw herself to the cabinet and opened it. She took a glass out of it and poured it with ice with her ice maker. Then, she poured water into the glass. She took a long, deep drink. She wondered when Carter would be back. She missed him.
She sat down at the kitchen table, trying to decide if she should eat something or not. Maybe some soup. But, did she buy any? She normally wasn't the soup type. She got tired of it easy. But when she was sick, that and crackers were normally the only things she could keep down for more than a few hours. She didn't feel like getting up, even know she knew she should look, seeing that she hadn't ate anything since yesterday morning.
She finally did get up to look. No soup. But there were some crackers. She grabbed the box of them and went to sit down on her living room sofa.
She opened the pack of crackers and realized they were very old. What was she doing keeping these old crackers? She got up again and threw them away. Maybe later, if she felt better she would go and get some more. She decided to go to sleep again, since she was still a little tired.
Carter woke up in a weird place. Where was he? Everything was black. He could hardly remember anything. His head ached. Then, things started to fall into place. The blue car. it was fallowing him.
"Well, well, well. If it wasn't John Carter," Said a dark, strange, deep voice he didn't think he had ever heard before.
"Who are you?" He gasped out.
"Scream and I'll kill you. I swear I will. I'm not scared to," He threatened.
"I promise I won't. Now it's time for you to answer my question. Who are you?" He asked again.
He was getting scared. This guy was creepy.
"Well, I can't tell you my name. That would be cheating, now, wouldn't it be? But call me 'X' for now," He chuckled.
Did he think this was a game? That Carter's life was at stake was just some useless thing, like killing a fly. His life was in this man's hands. Wait, kidnappers do realize all those things. They just don't care.
"Look, please, what do you want from me?"
"I want money," The man laughed.
"That's no problem. Just let me go and I'll get it for you. Please. I'm begging you. I have a girlfriend," He begged, referring to Abby as the girlfriend.
"Hey, I have a wife and two kids and I could go to jail," The man's tone sounded like he was getting angry.
"Then you know what it's like. Please. Let me go for them. Or at least make me a call, I'll get you the money and I promise I won't call the police. It'll just be something we'll forget in time."
"Hmm. Tell you what. What's your girlfriend's name?" The kidnapper questioned, uneasy.
Carter didn't know if he should tell him. What if this man would leave Carter or worse, get someone else to go after Abby and kill her? No, they wanted money. Kidnap her, too. Abby was tough, she wouldn't give them anything. She would probably get killed if she got kidnapped.
"Julie." He made up.
"That's pretty. Like, Jewels?"
"Yes. Except she hates to be called that."
Carter was playing along very well. He was pretty good at lying. But, did the man buy it?
"Why?"
"Because she doesn't believe in nick names," Carter chuckled.
"Oh, I see. Well, tell you what. I'm going to find out more about this girl. What's her last name?"
"Blooming."
Blooming? What kind of name was that?! Oh, well, it'll work.
"Well, I'm going to go find out more about this girl. Goodbye," The man laughed an evil laugh but before he left, he took a roll of duct tape and taped it around Carter's lips to gag him.
Carter gulped hard. He tried to adjust the ropes that were on his hands and legs that felt like they were cutting through his skin. He was so uncomfortable. There was no use even moving. How tight were these ropes? If the man used knots then it couldn't be too awfully bad to get off. He'd need his strength..
She felt a little dizzy, but her stomach was settled a little, but it did still ache. She got up and saw that there was a note on her night stand. It was the one Carter wrote her. She read it and put it back on the night stand. She went to the kitchen, but then suddenly started to feel a little light headed. She gripped the handle of her refrigerator, catching her breath. She threw herself to the cabinet and opened it. She took a glass out of it and poured it with ice with her ice maker. Then, she poured water into the glass. She took a long, deep drink. She wondered when Carter would be back. She missed him.
She sat down at the kitchen table, trying to decide if she should eat something or not. Maybe some soup. But, did she buy any? She normally wasn't the soup type. She got tired of it easy. But when she was sick, that and crackers were normally the only things she could keep down for more than a few hours. She didn't feel like getting up, even know she knew she should look, seeing that she hadn't ate anything since yesterday morning.
She finally did get up to look. No soup. But there were some crackers. She grabbed the box of them and went to sit down on her living room sofa.
She opened the pack of crackers and realized they were very old. What was she doing keeping these old crackers? She got up again and threw them away. Maybe later, if she felt better she would go and get some more. She decided to go to sleep again, since she was still a little tired.
Carter woke up in a weird place. Where was he? Everything was black. He could hardly remember anything. His head ached. Then, things started to fall into place. The blue car. it was fallowing him.
"Well, well, well. If it wasn't John Carter," Said a dark, strange, deep voice he didn't think he had ever heard before.
"Who are you?" He gasped out.
"Scream and I'll kill you. I swear I will. I'm not scared to," He threatened.
"I promise I won't. Now it's time for you to answer my question. Who are you?" He asked again.
He was getting scared. This guy was creepy.
"Well, I can't tell you my name. That would be cheating, now, wouldn't it be? But call me 'X' for now," He chuckled.
Did he think this was a game? That Carter's life was at stake was just some useless thing, like killing a fly. His life was in this man's hands. Wait, kidnappers do realize all those things. They just don't care.
"Look, please, what do you want from me?"
"I want money," The man laughed.
"That's no problem. Just let me go and I'll get it for you. Please. I'm begging you. I have a girlfriend," He begged, referring to Abby as the girlfriend.
"Hey, I have a wife and two kids and I could go to jail," The man's tone sounded like he was getting angry.
"Then you know what it's like. Please. Let me go for them. Or at least make me a call, I'll get you the money and I promise I won't call the police. It'll just be something we'll forget in time."
"Hmm. Tell you what. What's your girlfriend's name?" The kidnapper questioned, uneasy.
Carter didn't know if he should tell him. What if this man would leave Carter or worse, get someone else to go after Abby and kill her? No, they wanted money. Kidnap her, too. Abby was tough, she wouldn't give them anything. She would probably get killed if she got kidnapped.
"Julie." He made up.
"That's pretty. Like, Jewels?"
"Yes. Except she hates to be called that."
Carter was playing along very well. He was pretty good at lying. But, did the man buy it?
"Why?"
"Because she doesn't believe in nick names," Carter chuckled.
"Oh, I see. Well, tell you what. I'm going to find out more about this girl. What's her last name?"
"Blooming."
Blooming? What kind of name was that?! Oh, well, it'll work.
"Well, I'm going to go find out more about this girl. Goodbye," The man laughed an evil laugh but before he left, he took a roll of duct tape and taped it around Carter's lips to gag him.
Carter gulped hard. He tried to adjust the ropes that were on his hands and legs that felt like they were cutting through his skin. He was so uncomfortable. There was no use even moving. How tight were these ropes? If the man used knots then it couldn't be too awfully bad to get off. He'd need his strength..