This chapter is going to be written in Richie's perspective. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't get confused.
My eyes opened suddenly as I saw nothing but blurryness around me.
I put my hands up to my face and realized that I couldn't see anything because my glasses weren't on.
I felt around me, realizing that wherever I was, it was moving.
When my hands felt my large glasses, I brought them up to my face and put them on.
I looked around and saw that I was in a van of some sort. There was no light except for a lightly dimmed one on the ceiling of the vehicle.
I looked around more and saw Jessica's limp body on the opposite side of the van.
I quickly crawled over to her wondering what happened.
She wasn't moving and I started getting worried. I checked her pulse and there was a beat. She was breathing so I assumed she was just knocked out.
There was a wall next to her which I assumed that on the other side was the drivers and passengers seat.
I banged on the wall and yelled, "Let us out! Where are you taking us!"
"Shut up!" I heard on the other side in a low, stern voice. "We're almost there!"
Oh God, I thought. We're getting kidnapped. This isn't good. Oh God, help us.
I glanced back over at Jessica who was peacefully asleep.
I hated to do this but I had to make her wake up so she knew what was going on.
I put my hand gently on her shoulder and started shaking her.
She wasn't waking up and my emotions started getting to me. I started to cry and felt hopeless.
I picked up her fragile hand and brought it to my lips and kissed it." Come on Jessica... wake up... please."
It took a moment, but she finally started to move. When she was awake, she looked around for a second probably wondering where the heck we were and then she looked at me.
"W... what happened?" She said, lifting herself up and putting her back on one of the van walls. 'Where are we?"
I sighed. "I don't know what happened but I know that we are in a van of some sort, probably getting kidnapped.
She put her head in her hands and started weeping. "Why?"
"Why what?" I could tell she was scared. I wanted to do something to make her feel better but I didn't know what.
She looked up at me, her eyes showed fear. "Why, why are there people like this in the world? People that want to harm other people for no reason, just for satisfaction."
I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "I don't know." I whispered.
That's when I felt the truck stop and heard the back door unlocking.
When the door opened, I saw a man, probably in his early forties. I glanced behind him and saw that we were parked in a parking lot. The building in front of us looked old and abandoned. Great, what are we doing in an abandoned parking lot? He's probably gong to give us drugs or alcohol or something that's gonna make us sick and then kill us.
I thought too soon because that's when the man pulled out a bottle and set it on the floor of the van. I couldn't see what the lable said but I knew it was some sort of beer. It was only a half full but since the bottle was pretty big, that alcohol could go a long ways.
"You know, this isn't the first time I dealt with people like you." Jessica shot at him.
The man thought for a second. "Really? You've dealt with other kidnappers before?"
She nodded.
"Really? Please, tell me their names. Maybe we can trade telephone numbers and meet up for tea and biscuits, and stuff like that, and find other people that we could start a club with." He responded.
What a smart mouth. I thought.
"Please, just let us go." Jessica begged.
"The only way that we will let you go is if you drink the rest of this bottle y the time we get back to the lake." The man said.
"W... what?" Jessica exclaimed. "What is i... it?"
"It's alcohol, you dumb ass. Only you can drink it all."
I raised my eyebrows. Why only her? She can't drink all of that. You could kill her!"
He laughed in a menacing tone. "This wont kill her... it'll just... make her really drunk and that's the fun of it." He looked back at Jessica. "If you don't finish this by the time we get back, which is a twenty minute drive, than that's when we get to keep you." He handed her a brown grocery bag. "Use this so you don't make a mess in my van... Bobby will be back here with both of you so there is no funny business."
"Why are you doing this to her?" I said scared but pretty pissed at this psychopath.
The man laughed again as another man got in the back of the van with us.
He was a very buff guy and could probably kill someone in one second. he had piercings all over his body and was wearing ripped clothes.
The man put handcuffs on me so I wouldn't be able to move my arms.
"Hey!" I said at his face.
He didn't respond.
When he was finished he sat back down and said, "good luck," laughing.
I looked at Jessica and saw she was crying pretty hard. I just wanted to go over to her and hug her. She didn't deserve any of this.
I felt the van start to move and that's when I gave her the eye. I knew she could do this, no matter how wrong it was.
She picked up the bottle ad unscrewed the lid slowly. She smelled it and her face scrunched up in disgust. She looked up at me.
"Come on Jessica, I know you can do this." I said.
"But I'm only fifteen... I... I'm too young to drink." She replied.
I saw the man in the corner of the van eyeing her. "Listen bitch! Just drink the damn alcohol! I need to see some action."
"Don't call her a bitch!" I snapped at him without thinking about it.
He grunted. "Do you want me to kill you?!" He said angrily.
"No," I responded quickly. "I'm sorry."
I looked back at Jessica and saw her put the bottle to her lips. She took a small sip and scrunched her face up even more. "This is disgusting."
"Just think that we get to live and go back home if you finish it." I said, telling her that if she didn't finish it than we may never see the light of day again.
With that, she took a deep breath and drank three gulps of the liquid. She looked at me and gagged. She reached for the plastic bag and threw up. She wiped her mouth and looked back at me. "I can't do this."
A tear rolled down my face. "Just take it slowly." I said softly.
She nodded her head and took another sip of the alcohol. Then another.
"Ten minutes left." I heard the man in the front say while banging on the wall.
I heard the man next to us laugh again.
I looked at the bottle. She didn't even drink a quarter of what she was suppose to yet.
The man next to us got up and sat in front of Jessica. He yanked the bottle out of her hands and forced her to drink more.
She refused and the man slapped her across the face. "DRINK IT!" He yelled as he started pouring the liquid into her mouth.
I could see her struggling to get air and to make it stop while she was gulping it down.
When the man stopped and let her take a breath, she gasped for air. She panted and looked at me with bloodshot eyes. She reached for the bag and threw up a few times more.
She started crying again, leaving more dried tears on her cheek. "I... I can't do it." She said starting to get loopy.
She didn't drink anything for a few minutes.
Before long, I heard the man on the other side of the wall say, "one minute."