Hi there! First I want to thank everyone for their input! I have decided to change the prospective a little. It is still 1st person, but it has a bigger view of the scene. I really want to thank Micheal for your input! I have really tried taking it in while writing this chapter! As always, I don't own anything. Please enjoy! More to come soon, since I am on Summer Break, yay!
By the way, watch out! I am bring back a character from a previous chapter (when they were in London)!
Italics = Gillian's thoughts
The car pulled up to the cabin. The man driving got out and went to the door on Gillian's side. Well I can kick him and try to run away. That will stop my inevitable death by an hour at most. The man opened the door to Gillian kicking him in the knee as hard as she could. She slid out of the car, but before she could break into a run the man caught her leg with his hand. She fell to the ground, hard. The man was trying to drag her back but she was putting up a fight. She was clawing forward and kicking him to free herself. Suddenly he got to his knees and grabbed both of her legs. He slid her towards him. He placed his knees on her legs to still them and grabbed her wrists. He pulled her up to where his face was two inches from her face and said, "I like fighters. If it was up to me, I would have my way with you right here, right now."
"But it is not up to you. You are not the one running the show." Oh my God! I have heard of that voice before. It can't be, it just can't be. I thought he was a friend. He threw some rope to the fake Brack and said, "Tie her up and bring her in here. Also, bring her purse. I swear to God, if there is one button out of place, I will blow your brains out." He was about to turn when he smoothly said, "You can have her after we are done." He smiled and walked inside.
The fake Brack smile a shady smile and said, "I guess we will be meeting later. I hope you are still a fighter by then." He grabbed the rope and tied her hands together. Then he dragged her into the cabin. When they got inside, he threw her in a chair and tied her feet. He bent down and whispered, "Please don't scream. The nearest cabin is 4 miles away. Plus I want you to scream when I get to have you." He brushed his hand over her breast. Gillian looked at him with pure disgust.
Suddenly the other man came up and pushed him to the side. "I told you not to touch her, now you will have to pay." He pulled a gun from his holster and pointed it at the fake Brack, who held up his hands. "Such a shame, you are pretty strong." He pulled the trigger and soon Gillian's kidnapper was on the ground with a huge bullet hole through his forehead. Oh my goodness, he just shot him. Umm, okay, calm down Gillian. How can I calm down, I just saw a guy get shot! I won't say that I feel sorry for the guy, but still. The man put the gun back into his holster and turned to Gillian. "You know, you should have screamed. I am sure you are happy that he is dead though. If I wasn't here, who knows what he would have done to you."
Gillian barely spoke up, "I can't believe you are the one behind this. I thought you both were friends."
He slapped her across the face and said, "Don't you ever say that again. I was never friends with him. Now, at last, I get to have revenge against good ol' smooth Cal. I have taken something so precious from him. He probably can't contain himself. Now he finally knows how I feel." He turned and walked into a different room laughing.
I have to find out why he hates Cal so much. I am sure, it won't matter when I am dead, but at least I will know the reason why I am dead. Damn, how morbid. Okay, first I should get him relaxed. Then calmly asked him what happened. If that doesn't work, I can just plead with him. I deserve to know the truth. Whoa, I am starting to think like Cal. How scary, but exhilarating. Oh, here he comes. Remember, cool, calm and collected. Gillian coughed, "So how do you really know him? I have only known him since he was at the Pentagon. That is where I met him."
The man sat in a chair across from her and popped open his beer. He took a swig and looked at Gillian's curious face. He laughed, "He didn't tell you? Well of course he wouldn't tell you. He would never tarnish his good reputation, now would he?"
Gillian looked down and quietly said, "I don't know much about his history in England. He doesn't let me in that far."
He shook his head, "What an arse! He fucking loves you, yet he doesn't even let you see the real him. What a prick." He slammed down his can and stood up. He brought out a knife from his pocket. Gillian looked fearfully at the knife. He walked towards Gillian. He grabbed her wrist and cut the rope off and did the same for her feet. Why is he doing this? Doesn't he know I can just run away? "I figured I can take my chances with cutting you lose. You can run, but you will either die from my gun or by the wildlife surrounding us. Plus I think you will stay. I can tell you are very curious as to Cal's past." He grabbed his beer and started walking towards the kitchen. "I am getting dinner ready, I am sure you are hungry. I hope you don't mind spaghetti. Oh, and I will move him out of the way as soon as I finish the noodles."
Gillian stopped him by simply saying, "Thank you Michael." She sat back in her chair. He is right about everything, especially about finding out about Cal's past.
Dun-dun-duuuuunnnnnnn! Damn, I love those cliffhangers, LOL! Hope you enjoyed! Please review!
