Josh was pinned against the wall before I could count to five. He dropped the cattle prod and held up both hands in surrender. Jack kicked it aside and it hit my leg. Thankfully I wasn't shocked. Meanwhile Ricky led Tiffany towards my chair. She swiftly released me of my restraints and I jumped out my seat stretching.
"Hey! They're escaping," Josh yelled.
Sam, still pushing Josh against the wall, turned his head the slightest. When he saw Josh was in fact telling the truth, he stepped away. Jack still held Josh.
"Don't be a hero kid," Ricky said through his teeth. I was in between the both of them, in the line of fire. Sam's iruses were red.
"You seem to be the hero in all of this," Sam retorted taking a step towards us.
Tiffany cried out in pain. "Sam stop, he's crushing me!"
Sam ignored her and took a step forward. He was within arm's reach and could easily snag me. I saw Jack tap his shoulder, and when Sam turned back he was greeted with a roundhouse kick. He fell down out cold. That was when Josh made his move. He pounced on top of Jack and the two struggled. Josh clouded Jack's vision with punches while Jack fought back and blocked at the same time. Ricky grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Are we just gonna leave them," I asked, gesturing to what was happening.
"Pretty much. Jack will catch up to us later but lets not be stupid and wait for more of them to come," Ricky told me.
I groaned and followed him, trying to catch up to his speed. Tiffany helped me with that problem though as she stumbled plenty of times along the way. I was led through door after door and soon I wasn't paying attention anymore. I bumped into Ricky, but he didn't seem to notice.
"Stay hidden," he whispered to me.
Then to Tiffany he whispered, "You may be blonde but I hope you're not a stupid one. Make a sound and you're dead. Nod once if you need an example, nod twice if you understand." Tiffany nodded swiftly. "Good then. Where now?"
He released his hand from her mouth and we look at her expectantly to scream. She didn't. Tiffany was paler than her usual pasty complexion. You'd think by the way she was acting, Ricky had a gun to her head and a bomb attached to him.
"The--there's a...um s--secret exit towards the b--back," Tiffany stuttered. "It was re--recently built in s--so nobody knows about it b--but Sam and me."
"If you know what's good for you, this better not be a trap," Ricky threatened, following her directions.
After a couple more twists and turns, we finally reached the exit. I'd never been so glad to leave a building in my life and I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole.
"Candy go outside," Ricky ordered.
"No! Candy I know I've been so crappy to you but it wasn't my fault. They made me do it I swear," Tiffany shrieked. She gasped in pained as Ricky kicked her. "He'll kill me if you leave me even for a second."
"Maybe that's what you deserve," I told her harshly.
"Please," she begged and began crying harder as I walked towards the door.
My hand on the doorknob I said, "Look I'm only doing this because I want a clear conscience. Ricky don't kill her."
I left after that. I hoped, he had catched my drift. He could do anything he wanted but kill her. And five minutes later he was out, wiping his mouth with his shirt cuff.
"She still breathing," I asked quietly.
"Yep. She tasted too horrible for me to even consider killing her," he replied nonchalantly.
The exit had led to an alleyway which I didn't feel the safest in. Leaking garbage and homeless animals gave the place a foul odor. We walked around the broken glass bottles and into the public. Jack was leaning on the hood of Ricky's car, bathing in the little sunlight that February provided.
"That was fast," I commented.
Jack stood straighter once he her the sound of my voice. "They don't call me pack leader for nothing."
I was about to ask what he meant when Ricky said, "You're washing my car after this. Get in Candy."
He held the passenger door open for me but Josh got in before I can. "I always ride shotgun, sorry. Enjoy the backseat."
I shot him a glare and then looked at Ricky. He shook his head like it's pointless to argue and held the back seat door open for me. I acquiescely got in, and seconds later we were on the road. I look out of the window. Everyone seemed to be silent except for Jack who turned up the music and was singing loudly/horribly. Don't get me started on the dancing. Dork.
Abruptly it all hit me at once. I was kidnapped by the people that were supposed to be my friends minus Tiffany. I was tortured by the people that were supposed to be my friends minus Tiffany. Why me? What was so special about me? Why was and has always been my life so fucked up? I didn't realize I was crying until Jack handed me a pocket pack of tissues. I took one gratefully and blew my nose. We pulled up in front of Ricky's house.
"I want to go home and see my mom," I said, like a little kid. "She's probably worried sick and she'll be so pissed when she finds out I lost my backpack and everything in it, not to mention my cell phone."
"You will soon, but well... have you looked in the mirror? You're bleeding and your hair's a mess," Jack explained.
"I don't care," I snapped. "I just want to go home and leave this stupid town. Nothing good happened when I first lived here and obviously nothing good is happening while I'm living here right now. This is just one huge mistake!"
I was breathing heavily, trying to get out all my anger in just those couple of sentences. I was still crying to my dismay though. Everyone was deadly silent then and Jack even turned off the music to depressing news:
"Twelve minutes ago in this tiny, safe town we call Bridgevill did a horric occurence transpired. Local senior, Tiffany Louise Banks, was found with lacerations on her neck, almost completely drained of blood, is in critical condition. We've heard of this type of thing earlier, happening in neighboring towns and states but we never expected for them to happen in Bridgeville! Does that mean there may even be more than one serial murderer, gang, or some new type of organized crime that's daring enough to do something this horrendous in the day time? The terrifying part is that no one knows anymore. This is Kate Flowers telling you to be safe in an unpredictable world we now live in."
A/N: I've been getting complaints that I leave too many cliffhangers. I swear I do that unintentionally and I tried very hard in this chapter to avoid that. Yw :P