Bridget and Eric were on their way down to Alabama now. The past week had gone well. Eric had taken Bridget to see all of the traditional tourist places there was to see, and had made her feel comfortable. They had stayed up late talking, almost every night. There was so much to say, and there was so much they had missed over the past two years.
Eric was outside of the car pumping gas, when Bridget realized she still hadn't read the letters that she had gotten the week before. She pulled them out of her bag and opened the first one. It was from Billy.
Bee, don't worry. I did take it the wrong way; I mean it could have been worse. I mean it all could have happened while we were together! I just wanted to tell you sorry for the way I reacted. I'll see you when you get down here. Please call me.
- Billy
Bridget stuffed it in her bag. She wouldn't think about him now. She pulled out the second one. It was from Lena. The third was from her grandmother. Bridget decided not to read those yet. She pulled out her cell phone. She had a message. When Eric got in the car, and had handed Bridget her drink, he noticed that her face look disturbed. "Hey, Bee…You ok? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Bridget didn't move. "I just listened to my voice mail…" Eric started the car. "Well, is everything ok?" "It's Lena. She's been kidnapped." There. Bridget said it. It sounded too true.
Eric didn't know what to do for Bridget. They had to be in Alabama within the next two days. Eric had to be at camp. Of course he could just drop Bridget off. "Hey Bee, We are only an hour or two away from your house, I could drop you off…" Bridget was shaking her head. "No…I need to go to Alabama…if Carmen needs me…she'll call me…I just hope everything is ok…" Eric turned on the radio to get their minds off things. "It will be fine. From what I hear about Lena…she's pretty strong."
Paul and Stephen got on the first flight to Greece that they could. They were there by the time it was morning in Greece. They hailed a cab and rode the whole way to the island in complete silence. Stephen knew what he was doing. Paul had to trust him.
It had been two days. The sun was sweltering. Lena was wearing the pants and a not so comfortable shirt, that didn't help matters much. Kostos was sitting in his chair reading a book. She was sitting up against the wall with her legs curled up. "They are going to find me." Kostos chuckled. "I bet." Lena didn't like this place, and she didn't like the fact that her parents had made her stay longer. If plans had gone as scheduled, then Lena and her family would have been off of the island last week…and last of all, she hated Kostos. What had come over him? Things were going perfectly fine! Then BAM! She gets kidnapped by him. He was a complete psycho! Why wasn't anyone out looking for her? Was anyone out looking for her? Effie would know who did it…wouldn't she? All of a sudden, there was a loud banging noise at the door. Kostos went to go answer it. Lena could hear the muffled voices. One was British…and the other one…the other one was American. The two voices both sounded familiar….there was someone looking for her! The phone call had worked. Stephen was here with Paul! But then at that exact moment, Lena heard a gun shot. She heard a scream, and then she heard someone running through the house…in her direction. She shut her eyes, and prepared for the worst. She felt a hand on her knee. She looked up. It was only Stephen. Lena jumped up as fast as she could. "Stephen! You don't know how happy I am to see you!" Lena yelled crying. Stephen put his arm around Lena's waist and helped her out of the room. "Lena," He said, "Kostos…Kostos shot Paul…he needs to get to an emergency room…quickly. It's not that bad, but he needs to see a doctor." Lena couldn't bear to listen. "Ok. I'll come with you…wait…where is Kostos?" Stephen got Lena outside and sat her down on a bench. She looked at her surroundings. She could see her house from where she was sitting. Kostos had brought her to a little house near the grove. He had hidden her not even 3 miles from her house. (The island's police force was messed up.)
When Stephen got to the hospital, and had gotten Paul into the Emergency room, he called Carmen. (Lena had already called her parents and had seen the doctor. Her parents were sitting with her now in the waiting room.) Of course, Carmen picked up on the first ring. "Oh my gosh Stephen, is she ok?" She said frantically. "Yeah Carmen, Lena's fine…but Kostos shot Paul." Carmen couldn't believe what Stephen had just told her. "Is he ok?" "Yeah, the doctor actually just came out and told us that he was stable." Carmen sighed a sigh of relieve. "Ok, well I guess I'll talk to Lena later on. Please tell her to call me when she can." "I will do that Carmen." Stephen responded. "And Stephen?" Carmen asked. "Yeah." He said. Carmen was crying again on the other end of the phone. "Thank-you Stephen." Stephen and Carmen said a few more word and then hung up. He walked over to Lena and her parents. "Well, I called Carmen." Lena's mom had a weird look on her face when Stephen sat down. "Stephen…how did you know where to find Lena and Kostos?" Stephen sat back and rubbed his chin with his hand. "I live in London, and so did Kostos. We were actually roommates, and pretty good friends. He brought me here last fall…he told me about Lena…he showed me his favorite spots on the island. The grove and that abandoned house. When I saw that he wasn't at the grove, I figured he would be at the house. I just happened to be right. Kostos isn't an easy person to figure out." Lena laughed. "You can say that again." Lena's mom started to rub her back. "Well, I'm just glad that you were around. Who knows what would have happened to our Lena if you and Paul hadn't had come when you did." "Hey mom," Lena said, "Can I go see Paul now?" Lena's mom nodded. "Go on. I'm sure he's asleep though."
Lena walked slowly and quietly into Paul's small room. He was asleep, but when she sat down on the edge of the bed, he opened his eyes. He reached for her hand, and she let him wrap his own around hers. "Hey." Lena smiled. Paul squeezed her hand. "Hey Lena." For the next ten minutes the two just sat there. No one said anything. Or at least nothing came from their mouths. The two never had to say anything to know what the other was thinking. That was how they comforted each other.
Ok…so it was only like a two or three day kidnapping…but I needed to move on! Hope you like it.