Beth and I didn't say a word to eatchother the whloe trip home,I don't know if it was out of anger or something else. All I know is that she didn't look to happy with what had just transpired. "Are you ok?" I finnaly ask without looking at her due to the fact I was driveing. "I'm fine." lies Beth
"You haven't said a word since we left your dad's house." "I said I'm Fine." "Then why don't I believe you?" "Oh I don't know,It's probably because your a nutcase." she says sarcasitally with a slight smile. I shake my head and smile a little. "Do you think we can be happy?" asks Beth. "I know we can, why do you ask?" I say without hesitation "i don't know,I guess I'm just worried about your illness affecting our relationship." says Beth
"If it does and we are no longer happy then I give you free reign to shoot me untill there isn't a piece of my body left to bury because I can't live without you." We get to the house and Beth tells me she is going to get dinner started and after I say ok I inform her I am going to take a quick shower because I was sweating up a storm at her dads house. While I'm in the shower I hear yelling and Beth screaming. I jump out of the shower and run to the bedroom still nude. I grab the shotgun I have under my bed and move to stand back up.
"Don't move!" I hear a guy yell as he pulls the hammer back on his gun. The asshole sounds like he's a tennage british punk. I freeze up as the gunman gives me more orders. "Drop the wepen and slide it over." I hear Beth yelling my name and struggling to free herself from who or whatever has her. I do as the man says and give him my shotgun. "Do you have any other wepons on you?" "Yeah just let me take it out of the holster thats on the belt I'm wearing." I say rolling my eyes "Fucking idiot" I think to myself.
"Make another smart-ass remark like that and I'll kill you here and now." says the gunman. "Well stop asking dumbass qustions and i won't have to give you smart-ass answers." I hear Beth scream somemore. "Hold on sweetheart I'll be down there in a minute!" I yell so she can hear. "Please hurry Matt!" I hear her yell from downstairs. Soon after I hear a blow land and a thud on the ground. "You better pray to whatever entity that you belive in that wasn't my Beth getting hit." I growl.
The gunman chuckls evily. "So what if it was? Your not able to do anything about it now are ya? If I was you I'd just sit there all pretty untill the boss desides what they want done wih ya. Now put some damn clothes on, I don't want to see your small-ass cock." I do as he says to buy myself some more time while I think up a plan and besides that...I'd rather have my clothes get bloody instead of my skin.
I don't hear anymore struggling downstairs and that worries me but I don't show it because that would make the guy holding me hostage think he has power over me. I can tell he's just trying to put on a show because he is shakeing holding my 12. gauge to my face like he his. A few moments later the voice comes back.
"Hello" it says "do you need my help again or can you figure this out by yourself like an adult...a marine? Bethany is getting kidnapped and your just sitting here letting it happen. Now how abot you quit being a little bitch and go save her. There may still be time." "I thought you didn't like her. What happened to not trusting her?" I think. "Oh come now, we both know I'm a part of you. I'm just the part you don't want people to know about."
This causes me to curl my hand into a fist. As much as I want to deny it I can't because it's true. "Relax your hand!" yells the gunman. I forgot that I was being held hostage in my own bedroom. I open my hand up and the gunman relaxes a little bit. "Smooth move dickhead, you almost got us killed." "Do you ever shut the hell up?" I think.
I hear the voice chuckle a little bit but then I look up to see another man in a ski mask and HE was the one laughing. "Well, well, well...look at what we have here. This must be the bitch's husband." says the second man. His voice is gruff like he smokes five packs of marlbro's a day.
He takes a fresh pack of cigs out of his pocket and opens it. "So how many packs is that for you today?" I ask him "You talking to me?" he asks. " Uh, yeah dumbass your the only one smokeing out of the three of us." "Why do you care bitch?" "I just care about your health is all sweetheart." I say smileing. This prompts the first guy to hit me in the head with the butt of my 12. gauge shotgun.
I see stars for a split second and as I sit back up both of the assholes are still standing there. I shake my head a little beacuse it's still spinning. When my vison is back to normal I feel something wet running down my face. I assume it's blood and then the taste in my mouth confirmes that it is blood.
"If your going to try to knock someone out make sure you know how hard to hit." I say still smileing. The smoker walks up to me with a lit cig and takes a long, hard, drag off of it and then puts the red-hot ashes in my head wound causing me to scream in pain. "That fucking hurt like hell. So are you going to end these assholes or are you just going to sit here and make us take more pain?"
"Do you have any fucking ideas? Great now I'm arguing with myself." "As a matter of fact tough guy I do have an Idea but I can't do shit without controlling your body." "Fuck it, do what you want, I'm fucking done here." I think. I begin to feel my entire mood shift as I lose conrtol of myself. "Hey british bitch...you want a sandwitch to go with your afternoon tea mate?" The voice says in control of me.
"What did you just say to me asshole?" says the first guy. "I asked your dumb, inbred british ass if you wanted a sandwicth to go with your afternoon tea." The fuckboy with my gun takes offence to this as he walks over to me with fire in his eyes. "Don't worry" I hear the voice say to me. "He's walking right into my trap."
When the guy is close enough the voice makes me jerk up really quick breacking his nose with my head. The smoker gets ready to shoot me as I grab the british punk and use him as a meat shield. The smoker kills british punk trying to kill me as I pry my shotgun from his dead hands and shoot the smoker in the head causing gray matter to splatter all over the wall."Well that was easy enough." says the voice.
I quickly grab my 357. Magnum and put on the holster for it, I then put it it the holster and carry my 12. gauge pumped and ready to fire again if need be. "Look I know what your thinking but it's pointless to try to find her here." "You don't know that, Maybe they just shut her in the basment or some shit like that." "In your own house Matthew? Really? Come on man your smarter than that. You know as well as I do they took her." I put my gun down as my breath shudders.