Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the damn plot of this story. ;D
A/N: Whoa. o_O Okay - I promise, I've made my New Year's Resolution to update somewhat quicker. :)
Btw this.. This chapter = complete garbage. I'm being completely serious. -_- EPIC FAIL. I'm sorry. I'm just seriously stressed out, and it's hard, ya know?
Lost
If Oliver thought they were in trouble before, that was nothing compared to the trouble he was about to be in..
3
"OKEN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
Footsteps coming up the stairs.
2
"IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE?!"
Closer.
1
"Damnit, what's up with this door?"
BANG.
0
"Oh there you are--"
Boom.
"Where's Miley?"
"Uhh."
"Oken, where's Miley?"
Oliver groaned again, pounding his head against the wall.
A hand wheeled him around roughly.
"Where. Is. Miley?"
Oliver didn't trust himself to speak, settling on waving his hand about the room.
"Now is not the time to play stupid, Oken." Jonathan poked a finger into Oliver's chest. "Now, tell me. Where is Miley? And that's an order."
"..."
"NOW."
"...I don't-" his voice cracked "-know. They --cough-- Took her--"
"They? Who's they?" He leaned close to Oliver's face. "If they are who I think you're talking about, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Oliver nodded weakly.
Silence.
Jonathan sucked in a breath. "You know, I think I'll save myself some trouble. I won't kick your ass."
Oliver almost cried with relief.
"I'll let Robby Ray do that. He's not going to be very happy that his daughter has gone missing."
Oliver wanted to cry with terror.
"But first - How the hell--?"
"I don't know!" Oliver exploded, finally cracking in two. He was less and less aware of his heart thudding in his chest, and becoming more aware of the adrenaline running through his body. He wanted to hurt something - Or someone. He thought of those.. Vile, evil people.
He was so going to hurt them if they even looked at Miley in a way that was inappropriate.
"Oliver." Fingers were snapping in front of his face.
"Eh?"
"How'd they get in? That's what I wanna know. There's only one door in here. In and out, and that door was jammed, was it not?"
"I--" Oliver sighed, staring up at the ceiling. His eyes flew across the plain white ceiling, across the vent, then down to the wall--
Hold up.
"The vents," he murmured.
"The what?"
"The-- The vents! Look!"
"You think they came in through--"
"A house this big has to have various ways to get in - This was probably something that was looked over--"
Jonathan was already barking instructions down his walkie-talkie.
"Check the perimeter, and open up the attic - See if it's been used or occupied at all. Now!"
"Jonathan--" Oliver started.
"That's sir to you," was his curt reply, his eyes hard and cold.
Oliver sighed. "Sir. I think-- I'd like to take a short leave of absence."
His eyes bulged out of his head. "I don't think so! You caused this problem, and you're gonna fix it!"
"Where's Miley?"
They didn't even realize that Robby Ray had entered, looking thoroughly confused.
"Oken's gonna explain it to you."
To Oliver's surprise, Robby Ray didn't act shocked like Miley had upon discovering his name. Instead, what he said was, "I'm listening.. Oliver."
"How--"
"--Boy, I'm not as thick as Miley," he said, a small light in his eyes, as he offered a small grin.
"Oh."
And now, Oliver felt bad. Miley's father had entrusted into his care, his precious daughter, who was now in danger.
He felt his lip stick out childishly as he looked at the floor shamefully. "They took her, Mr. Stewart, sir," he said desolately, sounding more and more like the little boy he once was, standing in front of this intimidating man he had just met.
There was a long pause, all three men completely silent.
Oliver looked up nervously. "I-- I'm really sorry, Mr. Stewart--"
"--I trusted you," he croaked.
Oliver swallowed, blinking back tears. He knew that. "It's..." He thought twice about protesting. "It's really entirely my fault. So, don't blame Jonathan - He just thought I would be suited for the job - I just didn't expect seeing you guys again.. And I became so distracted-- I shouldn't have accepted the job. I'm sorry," he finished sincerely.
Swiftly, in two strides, Mr. Stewart had engulfed him in a bone crushing hug, whether the pain was intentional or not, Oliver did not know.
"Oomph," he let out. "Why-- Are you hugging me?"
"Because I know you didn't mean to."
Jonathan was gawking at the two of them all this time, surprised at this turn of events. "So.. You two know each other?"
"Of course," Mr. Stewart said, patting Oliver's head, a little rougher than necessary. "This boy used to come over all the time. He and Miley were best friends."
Jonathan's mouth formed a small 'o', and nodded slowly, grasping this new information. "W-well.. He failed to mention this to me."
"That's because I knew I'd get fired."
"Why would you get fired for that-- It's only if you have a romantic relationship--" At Oliver's blushing cheeks, Jonathan's eyes narrowed. "Please tell me you didn't."
"I'd rather not lie," he said, looking up at the ceiling.
"You slept with her?!" It was Mr. Stewart's turn to freak out, and clutch at Oliver's shoulders painfully. "You touched her?!"
Oliver whimpered in pain, drawing away quickly. "No! I didn't! All we did was make ou-- I mean KISS! We kissed. Once-- Twice-- Okay three times-- But that's it! And then she went missing!"
"Oliver, do you know what this means?"
"Uh--" Oliver was too focused on Mr. Stewart who was now glaring at him menacingly. "I dunno--"
"--They could use you as some sort of leverage against her."
"Leverage?"
"Yes. Torture her mentally. Toy with her emotions that way. If they've been watching her as closely as I think they have, then you've just made yourself a weapon against her. You know-- Hey-- Oliver-- Where are you going? GET BACK HERE!"
--
Meanwhile in a warehouse, off the coast
"What are we going to do with her now?"
Miley bit her tongue behind her gag, her tired eyes narrowing at the two silhouettes, outlined by the moonlight. "We're supposed to wait for the boss."
"He didn't say we couldn't do anything to her." They chuckled to themselves, the evil resonating through her ears and echoing in her brain. She was still woozy from the chemical she had been forced to inhale, and her senses were still numb. She struggled a little, feeling bonds around her wrists and ankles.
Suddenly, there was a face in front of hers, and a thumb running down her cheek in light caresses. "Hey baby," the hoarse voice whispered. "We're gonna show you a good time, 'kay?"
She growled lowly, anger bubbling in her stomach. Using all the strength she had, she lunged her head forward, headbutting her offender squarely on the nose. She heard a satisfying crack, and thankfully to the numbing solution, she felt almost no pain or shock.
Her assailant moaned from the floor, while the other seemed to be standing shocked.
"Dub jus stumd 'hair-- Ged teh shot!" (don't just stand there-- Get the shot)
"Oh!" The lesser of the two evils, she decided, hearing his confused tone. He was clearly the follower, not the leader.
"Ged her!"
"I'm going!"
'Going what?' was Miley's thought before a sharp jab was felt in her side, and then all went black.
Again.
o_o I just decided that I like hurting the main characters. xD Who's next?
Again.
This.
Sucked.
Period.