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Peter had picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. Apparently they don't trust me not to runaway. They are right not to trust me, because I know I want to run. I want to get away from these guys. It was fun at first, until Peter became a creeper, but now, what in the hell is this?
After walking who knows how long in the corn, with me slung over Peters shoulder, we leave the corn field, and come to the open road with two motorcycles parked along the side of it. I feel my eyes roll.
Peter finally sets me down. "Princess your chariot awaits," he says using his arms to reference to the bikes.
Peter hops on one, while Eric hops on the other. "Who you coming with princess?" asks Eric.
I turn to look at the corn. If I could run fast enough, they may not be able to catch me. Or maybe I can get far enough away to hide and make a call. I could scream and shout.
"You won't be able to get far you know," Peter says.
"We are too far out, and trust me little girl, I'm WAAYYY faster than you will ever be," Eric says, crushing my idea of running, "just hop on a bike. Here take my helmet." Eric throws his biker helmet at me and I catch it, putting it on my head. How did I get into this mess?
Once I have the helmet on they start revving their engines. I decide to run. I turn and start running back into the corn. I probably make it about ten feet before Eric has me in a bear hug. "You really thought you'd get away from me?" he questions.
"I wish I did," I say, looking at the corn field and the fire off in the distance from the party I wish I was still at.
"You wanna get on a bike, or have some fun with me here Beatrice?" asks Eric. How does he know my full name? When I was little an old family friend named Tobias nicknamed me Tris, and no one has called me Beatrice since. I miss Tobias. The little boy with his deep blue eyes. Something happened, and our parents stopped talking, separating me from my nickname giver.
"How do you-," I start saying but am cut off.
"It doesn't matter honey bun. You want to get on one of our bike or you want to do something right here?" he asks then slides his hand over my breast.
"I'll get on a damn bike! Just keep you hands off me!" I yell.
"Watch it," he says warning me, then carrying me out of the ten feet I did make into the corn field and back to the bikes. He gets back on his and revs his engine again.
I get on the back of Peter's bike, wanting to get away from Eric. "Back for more already?" taunts Peter.
"Just go," I mutter.
"The way you're sitting your just going to fall off," he says grabbing my arms and wrapping them around him, "hold on tight darling."
They rev their engines once more before taking off. At first they are going slow, but then they start speeding up when they hit the highway. I feel the wind against my whole body, this is nothing like riding in my bug convertible. This isn't as fun. This feel dangerous. I feel like I'm about to fall off, so I hug Peter a little tighter, scared that if I don't, I will fall off and then be ran over by the following cars, never getting away from Peter and Eric.
The highway hits a turn and I feel like I'm sliding, slipping and I latch onto Peter as tightly as I can and I hear him say "That's more like it," and I roll my eyes, and then I realize he can't see me do it. I want to release Peter, but if I do...
Next thing I know we are going even faster. I close my eyes and latch on even tighter to Peter. Why couldn't they own a bus the size of two football fields so I wouldn't have to be this close to him? If I strangled him right now, he could lose control of the bikes and we could both die. There is no winning in this.
I barely realized that we had stopped. I am still holding on to Peter for dear life.
"We stopped," Eric says.
"Tris doesn't want to let go Eric!" exclaims Peter.
I take my hands away from around Peter and get off the deathtrap of a motorcycle that made me get close to that douche-bag. I unbuckle the helmet from my head and pull it off. It now has a layer of sweat from me being so nervous about falling off. How do people ride these things? I chuck the helmet at Eric and sit on the pavement of the driveway we just arrived at.
"OOO! Someone has a temper," says Eric, both him and Peter laugh.
"Come on Tris," he says kindly, but then changes to an evil tone, "Let's show you your new home." The way he says it sends chills down my spine, and I fight the urge to cry.
"Wh-what do you guys w-want from me?" I ask, frightened.
"Everything." Peter says and gets a smirk from Eric.
Eric walks up to me, and lifts me up in his arms. "Where do you want her sheriff?" Eric asks Peter.
"Put her on the couch," commands Peter.
Once inside, Eric sets me down on the couch. "Where's the lady's room?" I ask. I had drunk an entire beer.
"Hallway on the right. Don't try anything funny," he says.
I nod my head obediently and walk to the hall and into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and my hair is a mess from riding on the motorcycle. I pull it out of its braid, so if Peter or Eric came in I had an excuse for being in here so long. I pull out my phone. They had forgotten to take it from me, but I don't know how much longer I'll have it. I start typing a message:
I don't know how to start this message but I went to that party with Caleb, now two guys have me. Peter and Eric. They told Caleb that they I might marry him, but that isn't true! They are forcing me. They took me to "my new home", I need help. Please. This isn't a joke. Don't reply because they may get my phone and get suspicious. Plz help.
I look at the message and it looks pretty good. I decide to group message it to Four, Caleb and Christina, hoping one may still be up, and come help me. I hit send and watch it send out. Once it sends I delete the message from my phone, so they won't even know I sent anything.
I use the restroom and start brushing my hair with a brush I found in the drawer. I get all the tangles out and look at myself in the mirror when I hear a knocking. "What are you doing in there?" yells Peter.
"I'm doing my hair dipstick," I say, which makes him madder.
"OPEN. THE. DOOR." he says, but I start braiding my hair. "NOW!" he screams.
I pull open the door and finish braiding my hair with Peter watching me. "I'm not trying to sneak out Cheese-Wad. I'm a girl doing her hair," I say.
"Hand me your phone before I forget," he says, and I try to look bummed so he suspects that I hadn't texted anyone.
I pull my phone out of my skirt pocket slowly. Peter snatches it from my hand and walks back into the living room, and I trail at his feet.
"OOO, you re-did your hair," Eric says in a mocking girly tone.
"Why thank you Sherlock," I mock back.
"Watch it," he says and sits down on the couch next to me. He throws his arm over my shoulder and I try to shrug it off.
"Who am I dating? You or Peter?" I ask.
I look to Peter, who looks up from my phone.
"Watcha doin on my phone?" I ask.
"Putting in a pass code, checking your call log, PS good job not trying to call 911, and then adding myself on your Facebook so I can put a dating status," he says smugly.
"I'm tired. I haven't slept a wink in the last 24 hours," I say looking at the clock, "Can I please go to bed?"
"I'll go home," says Eric.
"And I'll join you Tris," says Peter, "Bedroom is second door on the left of the hallway."
I got off the couch and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. I laid down in the bed, pulled back the covers and closed my eyes. Hopefully help will be here in the next fifteen minutes.
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