Jess's POV:
You know, I always figured the first people to kidnap me would be the FBI. Not, say, my future father-in-law, assuming I played my cards right.
After he grabbed me from behind, and dragged outside into the cold, in my fancy dress, I was thrown- yes, literally thrown- into a beat up four-by- four. I had no idea where we were going, mostly because it was majorly dark out. There was enough light to see that Rob looked a lot like a younger version of his dad. They both had curly dark hair, eyes the color of fog, and a slightly crooked nose. I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
"So, you're the infamous lightning girl." Rob's dad said. I still didn't know his name.
"Yep, that's me." I sneered. What? Did you expect me to be polite?
"I was expecting someone..."He drifted off. "Taller."
Why that evil...So what if I'm only 5'2? I still kick ass. I could kick Rob's ass, even though he's 6 feet...Not that I'd want to, but you know what I mean. I glared at him and said, "Where the hell are we going?" I was slightly cold in my dress, seeing as somewhat low cut, and had a slit up to my knee. Hopefully, I'd get warmer wherever we were headed.
"Little ditch I know." I'm sorry, did he just say ditch? Oh that's it, when Rob and I get married, his father is SO not invited! "Uh, ditch?" I said questioningly. "Why exactly are we going to a ditch?"
Rob's dad just snickered. I started to feel very, very scared.
Rob's POV:
"This is bad...This is bad...This is bad..." I mumbled. It was the only clear thought I had. Mikayla and Lindsay kept bursting into tears, and my aunt Ruth- Earl's wife- and my mom kept trying to calm them down. "How the insert unprintable F word here did he get here?" I said, my voice sounding like a low growl. Stasha looked up when I said that word with big eyes. "Rob said a bad word!" Uncle Earl came by and chuffed me on the back. "I know you're upset that he took Jess, but you can't-"
"Can't what?" I yelled, slamming my hand on the table, making Julie and Cheyanne jump. "Can't get pissed off at the asshole who kidnapped my girlfriend? Can't get pissed off at the prison guards, who weren't doing their job? What can't I do, uncle Earl?"
Uncle Earl looked a little sheepish then. "You can't let your anger get the best of you. Focus it on what's important, and try to watch the language."
"Sorry." I glanced down at my shoes, breathing heavy. Now, what's important? Getting Jess back, obviously, and letting her parents-
Oh, Shit.
Her parents were going to FLIP.
Forget making any progress. They were going to forbid her from seeing me until she was twenty.
"Ok, how long before we have to leave to go home?" I said, to anyone that would listen.
"Um...a few hours. The roads haven't been plowed yet, and it's still snowing in Paoli." Mom said. "Why? What are you thinking?"
I crossed to the door and threw it open. The snow had stopped and you could see very faint tire tracks not too far from the snow-covered driveway.
"Rob..." My mom said warningly. "What are you thinking?"
I glanced longingly at the road. Uncle Earl seemed to read my mind. "I got a bike in the garage out back." He said. "You want to borrow it?"
"Can I?"
That's how I was following the faint tire tracks twenty minutes later.
Don't get the wrong idea. My mother just about had a coronary when I said, "Can I?" The only person who let me leave willingly was uncle Earl. He tossed me the keys to the motorcyle out back- nothing like the Indian I had rebuilt, but it would do- and said, "Go get her, son."
So to get her, I did.
I followed the tracks carefully, making sure I didn't miss any. It was insanely cold, as I had only my leather jacket to stay warm under. Jess must be freezing, since she was just in that thin sexy black dress she'd worn for the wedding, I thought. I just kept following the tracks.
After all the people that Jess has found, she deserves to have someone find her.
You know, I always figured the first people to kidnap me would be the FBI. Not, say, my future father-in-law, assuming I played my cards right.
After he grabbed me from behind, and dragged outside into the cold, in my fancy dress, I was thrown- yes, literally thrown- into a beat up four-by- four. I had no idea where we were going, mostly because it was majorly dark out. There was enough light to see that Rob looked a lot like a younger version of his dad. They both had curly dark hair, eyes the color of fog, and a slightly crooked nose. I kept glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
"So, you're the infamous lightning girl." Rob's dad said. I still didn't know his name.
"Yep, that's me." I sneered. What? Did you expect me to be polite?
"I was expecting someone..."He drifted off. "Taller."
Why that evil...So what if I'm only 5'2? I still kick ass. I could kick Rob's ass, even though he's 6 feet...Not that I'd want to, but you know what I mean. I glared at him and said, "Where the hell are we going?" I was slightly cold in my dress, seeing as somewhat low cut, and had a slit up to my knee. Hopefully, I'd get warmer wherever we were headed.
"Little ditch I know." I'm sorry, did he just say ditch? Oh that's it, when Rob and I get married, his father is SO not invited! "Uh, ditch?" I said questioningly. "Why exactly are we going to a ditch?"
Rob's dad just snickered. I started to feel very, very scared.
Rob's POV:
"This is bad...This is bad...This is bad..." I mumbled. It was the only clear thought I had. Mikayla and Lindsay kept bursting into tears, and my aunt Ruth- Earl's wife- and my mom kept trying to calm them down. "How the insert unprintable F word here did he get here?" I said, my voice sounding like a low growl. Stasha looked up when I said that word with big eyes. "Rob said a bad word!" Uncle Earl came by and chuffed me on the back. "I know you're upset that he took Jess, but you can't-"
"Can't what?" I yelled, slamming my hand on the table, making Julie and Cheyanne jump. "Can't get pissed off at the asshole who kidnapped my girlfriend? Can't get pissed off at the prison guards, who weren't doing their job? What can't I do, uncle Earl?"
Uncle Earl looked a little sheepish then. "You can't let your anger get the best of you. Focus it on what's important, and try to watch the language."
"Sorry." I glanced down at my shoes, breathing heavy. Now, what's important? Getting Jess back, obviously, and letting her parents-
Oh, Shit.
Her parents were going to FLIP.
Forget making any progress. They were going to forbid her from seeing me until she was twenty.
"Ok, how long before we have to leave to go home?" I said, to anyone that would listen.
"Um...a few hours. The roads haven't been plowed yet, and it's still snowing in Paoli." Mom said. "Why? What are you thinking?"
I crossed to the door and threw it open. The snow had stopped and you could see very faint tire tracks not too far from the snow-covered driveway.
"Rob..." My mom said warningly. "What are you thinking?"
I glanced longingly at the road. Uncle Earl seemed to read my mind. "I got a bike in the garage out back." He said. "You want to borrow it?"
"Can I?"
That's how I was following the faint tire tracks twenty minutes later.
Don't get the wrong idea. My mother just about had a coronary when I said, "Can I?" The only person who let me leave willingly was uncle Earl. He tossed me the keys to the motorcyle out back- nothing like the Indian I had rebuilt, but it would do- and said, "Go get her, son."
So to get her, I did.
I followed the tracks carefully, making sure I didn't miss any. It was insanely cold, as I had only my leather jacket to stay warm under. Jess must be freezing, since she was just in that thin sexy black dress she'd worn for the wedding, I thought. I just kept following the tracks.
After all the people that Jess has found, she deserves to have someone find her.