Run, Hide, Chase, Find
Chapter 3 - Kidnapped
I wake up in a warm, comfortable bed. A warm light shines through the window. Better get out of bed; stepmother wanted spaghetti for breakfast and I have to start making the sauce. Amy and Chase are getting a new dog today; I have to run to the store to get some dog food and pet shampoo.
I flip over on my side to look at my alarm clock. It's missing. Matter of fact, this isn't my nightstand. It isn't even my room. Where am I?
Oh, right. I ran away after being unexpectedly attacked by my dad. Then I was kidnapped by that blonde girl I saw at the grocery store. What an eventful day I had!
I sit up in my bed and look around. The walls of this room are white, with posters of various heavy metal posters hanging up. There is a dresser and the farthest left wall. A wooden desk is on the front wall where the door is at, along with the TV in the corner of the room. At the foot of the bed (which was on the right wall), there was a black chest. A ceiling fan was spinning, making the room cool.
My clothes from yesterday are sitting on the dresser. I'm wearing a too-large t-shirt and sweatpants. I shudder at the thought that someone actually changed my clothes while I was unconscious. What else might've happened after I was kidnapped. I sigh, and hop out of the bed. My feet touch the soft carpet. Someone knocks on the door.
"Hello? May I come in?" a voice says. It's the blonde girl from yesterday. I play silent.
The door opens and I quickly hide under the covers, lifting them up a bit so that I can see what's going on. The girl sighs and sets a tray of food on the dresser. Another person walks in behind her.
"Is she awake yet?" a male voice says. "I'm tired."
"Nope," she said. "Can't you wait a few more hours?"
"I knew this was going to happen!" he says exasperated. "Why did you have to put her in my bed?"
"You weren't here at the time and everyone else was sleeping. What was I supposed to do, give her my bed?"
He mutters.
"Don't wake her up!" she yells. Next thing I knew, I'm off of the bed and in the air. I squeal in surprise.
"Oh, look." The guy who is now carrying me says. "She's awake."
I look up into his face. Piercings, a green mow hawk and teal eyes. He meets my gaze. Then, I'm on the ground again.
"Ow," I moan, landing on the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" the blonde-haired girl yelled. "If I remember clearly, you said we needed to keep her in one piece."
"That was before she took my bed."
"I apologize for my cousin's appalling behavior." the blonde-haired girl says, leaning down to my level. "He's just pissed because he didn't get his bed. I'm Bridgette, that's Duncan."
Before I could respond to her, we were both being pushed outside of the room.
"Why don't you introduce Courtney to everybody else," Duncan said, shutting the door behind us.
"You thirsty?" Bridgette asks, leading me to the kitchen. "We have coffee ready."
"Why am I here?" I ask, ignoring her question.
She frowned. "You'll have to ask Duncan when he wakes up. Did you want any coffee or not?"
My stomach growled in response. "Yes. Very."
Bridgette smiled and grabbed the coffee pot. She pours it into an empty mug and hands it to me, after putting a few cubes of sugar and some cream.
"Thanks." I say, taking a sip. I swallow it quickly. It's really hot.
"So Courtney," Bridgette starts, leaning on the kitchen counter and folding her arms. She cocks her head playfully. "Why do you think you're here?"
Because you people are nut cases. I think. Since I don't know what tricks these people have up their sleeves, I keep quiet.
"Is breakfast ready yet?" A voice says from the door. It's that other girl I saw at the store, the one with teal streaks in her hair. Her hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing a black nightgown.
"It's been ready for the past 15 minutes Gwen." Bridgette answers, turning to look at her.
"Good, I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." Gwen replies sitting down at the kitchen table. She looks at me. "What are we gonna do with her now? People are looking for her already."
"What? How do you know?"
"Trent called yesterday and told me." Gwen said with a mouthful of eggs.
Bridgette looked away for a few moments, thinking. Finally she said, "Watch Courtney for me. I'll be right back." She then walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the goth.
A few moments of silence went past before she decided to speak to me.
"So, you're Quentin's daughter," Gwen said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Quentin? My dad?
"Yeah," I say hesitantly.
"That's odd, because you look nothing like him, you know. Except for your hair color of course, I heard your he was notorious for that."
"…what?"
"I'll explain later." Gwen said, picking up her now empty plate and putting it in the sink. "You stay right here, I have to go get dressed. We have a few errands to run."
A/N: R&R! Sorry it took to long! I'll try to make the updates once or twice a week!