Disclaimer: So, I was at Cabella's the other day looking at the big, stuffed, animals that people killed and got taxidermists to immortalise. So I was wondering if I should go hunt the Creator and stuff him, and when I show people, I could go, "Yep, thats him. I killed him, and I got his show, too." But unfortunately, I can't really do that, and I still don't own this show. Bu I own this story. Thats a bonus...
A/N: So I was having computer issues. My computer (named Frank) nearly died on Tuesday. Like, the hard drive nearly died, and I would have lost everything, but, in the fashion of Frank, resuscitated and my computer is alive and well. So, hopefully, no more delays.
I should have said something. Back when Jeff first called me Kyla, I should have said that I wasn't Kyla. I shouldn't be the one in the back of Jeff's Honda Civic, driving to God knows where, with the girl that I'm undeniably attracted to, but also deeply resent. My mother would be worried sick, and would probably start calling the police as soon as she found out what happened. The Real Kyla would be snatched by Jeff, which Ashley says won't happen, but Jeff seems like the kind of guy who would do anything to get his hands on the money. Anything like kidnapping a pair of girls who are supposedly related to him, and sending them to infinity and beyond.
I think I only really agreed up in Ashley's bed was because of the way she looked. I know she wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was obvious when she slipped up. As much as Ashley hated to admit it, she needs me as much as I need her. I don't know if it's pride, shame or fear that's preventing her from just accepting her feeling for me. She kissed me, back before Jeff interrupted us. She said that someone was going to get hurt, and she kissed me, and I don't think that she was talking about me getting hurt. So in that few minutes up in her room packing up, when I could have just walked away, I stayed. I knew she needed me, and I hoped that maybe staying with her would help her realise that.
That is, if we even stay alive long enough for her to realise it. We had twenty bucks to our name, and no cell phone. We had no idea where we were going, and no way to tell someone even if we did. I looked over at Ashley, and saw that she was staring out the window, biting her lip nervously, obviously thinking about our situation as much as I was. I reached over and grabbed her hand, interlacing our fingers together and gave it a small squeeze.
She jumped slightly in surprise and looked down at our hands. She flicked her eyes to Jeff up front, who was singing along to some old songs off of his I-pod, completely oblivious to us in the back. Ashley unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted over so she sat in the middle next to me, rebuckling.
"Spence, I am so sorry I got you into this." She said, voice barely above a mutter. I quick looked up to Jeff, lost in his headphones, and pulled Ashley into me. It was something sisters did, right? Ashley went to pull away, but changed her mind and snuggled up against my chest.
I squeezed her hand and looked out the window. "It's okay, Ashley."
We sat like that for a while, me looking out the window, Ashley dozing of against me. Soon it started to get dark, and we were way out into the more rural part of California, far away from any airport that I knew of. I looked up to the front, and saw Jeff fidgeting with his mobile, trying to type out a message and drive at the same time. After the third attempt, he threw it at me.
"You, Kyla. Type out 'Markus, be there in ten', please? And don't do anything funny, I really don't want to spill family blood tonight." he said, looking back briefly with an almost friendly look on his face before returning his gaze firmly on the road.
Quickly I typed the message, trying hard not to wake up Ashley. Ashley, despite my efforts not to, woke up and stared at the phone. "Spence, quick..." she started, but I shook my head. It wasn't worth it, right now.
After I sent the message, I through the mobile back up to the passenger seat and Jeff nodded his thanks. Ashley looked out the window and frowned. "Jeff, where are we?" She asked, moving forward so she could look out the front. Jeff, noticing how close Ashley was, jerked away, making the car swerve sharply. Ashley shot back against me, and Jeff pulled off to the side of the road and turned around.
"Do not do that!" he shouted, almost childishly, looking at Ashley and me. "No one comes up to the front, or comes close to Jeff. Understand?" he squeaked, reaching for his mobile on the seat. Ashley nodded and I turned back to the window. Jeff, satisfied, turned back around and pulled back on to the road.
A short time later, we pulled up into a back road, surrounded by trees, that lead to a small, dark cabin. He parked the car next to the cabin and turned the car off. He turned to face us and squinted at us in the dark. Unable to see us, he turned on the light on the ceiling, and looked at us for a second.
"You know, for sisters, you two don't really look alike. Me and Ashley look similar, but your all blonde hair, blue eyes." He stared at me suspiciously, and I put on my best indifferent look and shrugged.
"My mum's blonde." I explained casually, hoping he'd buy it. He did.
He shrugged back and jerked open his door, grabbing something out of the passenger seat before leaving the car. He opened the rear door and grabbed my arm, pulling me almost roughly and guided me out of the car. He looked down at Ashley and reached for her, but she quickly got out of the car without his help and stood next to me.
He opened the bag and took out a pair of plastic strips, turning to face us. "So, Markus isn't me. I respect you, and trust you to a point because your family. But Markus is a hired thug, and honestly couldn't care who you are. He doesn't trust you guys, and so you can only have what your wearing now and whatever is in your pockets, and you need to be bound up so there is no funny business."
Ashley glared at him. "So what was the point in us packing our trunk?" she spat.
Jeff looked at the boot and shrugged. "I suggest before we go in, that you grab anything you need out of there. I mean, you can't bring it in..." he pulled out his keys and opened the boot, pulling out our trunk and setting it on the ground. The light in the car allowed us to see it, but not well.
"Is there anything here you'll need?" he asked, looking up at us.
I shook my head, but Ashley went right to the trunk and pulled out a couple of hoodies, throwing one at me, and the other on herself. Then she pulled out a pair of sweat pants and tossed one to me, pulling the other over her shorts. "You never know when you need the extra layers. " She explained, stepping back.
Jeff nodded. "Good idea. Great Britain is known for being a bit chilled." He held up the plastic strips and walked over. "Now for the wrist confinements. Sorry about this." he said.
He walked up to me first and grabbed my left wrist. Looking at the strip closely, I recognised it as one of the plastic handcuffs that police have, and he wrapped the one end over my wrist and pulled it tightly over my wrist, nearly cutting off the circulation. He did the same thing to the other side and moved onto Ashley. Then he pulled us together and took out another length of plastic out of his pocket and hooked us together, so one of us couldn't move anywhere without the other. Me and Ashley were officially stuck together, for better or worse.
Then for show, he pulled out a retractable dog leash and attached it to the plastic loop. "So that it looks cool walking up," he explained, starting to move towards the dark cabin.
The leash pulled us towards him, and the loop connecting me to Ashley was long enough that we could walk side by side, if not closely, without tripping over one another.
I've seen a lot of films in my time, and in the kidnapping scenes, the heroine usually does something like kicks her captor and runs for the hills, finds a payphone, calls the police, and is rescued. But this isn't a film, and the heroine isn't usually in love with her fake sister, who is conveniently tied to her. And if I was to tell this story to anyone, they would have pointed out all the different moments where we could have escaped. But secretly, as much as I was terrified at what was happening, I was intrigued. Almost excited about it. If Jeff wasn't our kidnapper, if we met on different terms, he could have been fun to hang out with. The real Kyla would have had an okay, if somewhat eccentric, brother. And this felt like something that came right out of Hollywood. And I have Ashley. I don't think I could live with myself, knowing that I got away and left Ashley all alone, wondering what ever happened to her.
Jeff pushed us inside the dark room, and flipped on the light. "Honey, I'm home!" he shouted, almost gleefully. Another guy walked into the room from somewhere, eyes looking at us warily. He said something to Jeff in Russian. Jeff looked at Ash and me and nodded., responding back in Russian. The guy, who I assumed was Markus, grabbed the leash from Jeff and pulled us into a room off to the side and shoved us inside. He shut the door on us, and I heard the lock click.
The light turned on, and Ashley turned around as much as she could without dragging me and looked around the room. A small bed was pushed up against one wall, and another wall opened up to a door-less bathroom. It was barren, the walls painted a harsh white colour, the floor made out of a grey concrete.
"I guess this is our jail cell then, Spence?" Ashley asked, turning to look at me.
I nodded. "That's what it looks like." I said, taking another look around the room. It didn't even have a window.
Ashley's face fell, and she looked like she was about to cry. "Spencer, I am so sorry to drag you in this. You shouldn't have to go through this. It's all mine and my stupid father's fault." she turned her head away from me, and raised her hands up to her face to wipe her eyes. My hands followed hers slightly, pulled by our connection plastic, and pulled my hands down, dragging her hands away from her face.
I grabbed her hands in my own. "Hey, like you said, at least we've got each other, right?" I whispered, trying to calm her down.
Her face crumpled, and she started to cry harder. I raised our hands and wrapped my plastic bit behind her neck, pulling her into a close hug. He hands ended up trapped between our bodies, and she fell forward, burying her face into the space between my neck and shoulder. We stood like that for a few minutes, me rocking us back and forth and making soothing noises while she cried into me.
When she settled down, I pulled my hands back up and over her head, freeing her from my hug. She sniffed and wiped her eyes. "You don't think this guy will kill us, do you Spencer?" she asked roughly, throat raw from crying.
I shook my head. "Honestly, I don't think so. He has a job to do, and I don't think he'll risk losing his pay by killing us. You heard what Jeff says. He doesn't want family blood spilled." I cracked my knuckles and moved us to the bed. "I also don't think that they'll do anything until morning."
Ashley nodded and sat down, the mattress springs creaking as her weight settled on it. I sat down next to her, and she grabbed my hands again. "I'm so sorry, Spencer."
I shook my head. "Like I said, it's okay, Ash."
She shook her head, sniffing like she was about to cry again. "No, like, I'm sorry Spencer, for being me. For causing this. For not being good enough for you. For pushing you away, confusing you. I can't do it, because I'm not good enough, and it'll hurt us both so much." she started to cry again, releasing her hands to wipe her eyes furiously. "For not being smart enough like Kyla to get us out of this. I don't deserve to be stuck here like this with you." She was crying almost hysterically now, and I pulled her against my chest leaning on the wall.
"It's okay, Ashley. It's okay." I said, putting a hand on her cheek.
She shook her head. "No it's not."
A/N: Some of you are probably going, "Now we're getting somewhere!" Or if your my Tabby, your like, "See, I got your ass back together!" But, for all you out there, this is the latest installment, and all your getting until my next brain break. You shall start to see how this all comes together in my beautiful mind, and how Jeff really is a real person I know, who doesn't kidnapp people because he's terrified of pidgeons, but he's always wanted to. And my Civic is on its way to Mexico for disposal. That turtle could have had friends who is telling others, awho is telling humans, who is telling people where I live, so that they could recreate what happened in "Mercy" by Stephan King. Never read it? Don't. I don't want to give you any ideas...