Silence.

"I don't like being lied to, Frank," The girl said, holding onto my arm and leading me out of the store.

I could barely breath. My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking.
She seemed to notice as we walked out of the door, and held onto my arm with one hand and held my hand with the other.
I tried to stop shaking. I tried to be brave. But I couldn't.
Ray was stood outside looking as terrified as I was. The two guys were laughing, obviously in mid conversation.

"Alright," The blonde guy said, holding onto Ray's arm. "Let's get outta here."

We were lead to their truck, and pushed into the back seats. They all sat in the front, and then we started driving off.
Then the situation really sunk in. These people had threatened our lives, and had forced us into a vehicle. We were totally fucked.
And then I started panicking. My eyes shot to Ray's as we sped off down the road. I started breathing really fast. I couldn't stop shaking. Ray looked at me, and his face went red with rage.

"Why us!?" He shouted. "Where the fuck are you taking us!?"

"Rule number 1," Beard said. "No shouting. Rule number 2, no swearing. Rule number 3, you will only speak when asked-"

"Fuck you!" Ray screamed, kicking at their seats.

The truck stopped. By then, I noticed, we were out of town. In an empty road.

Blonde jumped out on Ray's side, and the girl jumped out on mine. The girl opened my side first, pulling me out. We stepped away onto the side of the road, and she pulled me into a hug. I started crying as she held onto my head, not letting me look up to see what was happening to Ray.
I heard a scream. I thrashed against the girl, trying to see what they were doing to Ray. She held my arms behind my back, and twisted me around so I still couldn't see what was happening. I bit her arm. Hard. She screeched, but still did not let go.

As the screaming stopped, I let her arm go, tasting blood in my mouth. I still thrashed against her, starting to scream myself. I desperately hoped someone would hear and save us.
Ray was laying down in the back seat. I didn't know what they did to him, but from my view, it didn't look like he was breathing.

"You made me bleed, Frank," The girl whsipered. "That's against the rules."

I can't remember much after that, but I know that they drugged me.

***

The first thing I did when I regained conscioussness was groan. My head was pounding, but I had to fight to stay awake. I was in danger. I had to.

"So, Ray, how'd you get to be in Monroeville? We know you dont live around there," A voice said distantly.

I decided to play unconscious, but I had already groaned.

"He's stirring," I heard a female voice say, no doubt that girl.

I felt her hold my hand, and stroke my hair. I wanted to revolt, but I had to stay calm, and keep my breathing even.

"Your friend will be awake soon, do you want us to hurt him as well?" The male voice said.

"No!" The girl gripped tighter as she spoke.

I tried to concentrate. I was lying down on a soft surface. Not a bed. Not flat enough.
A couch.
The air smelt like sweat and dirt. I knew the room was dimly lit, due to the fact the light didn't seem to shine through my eye lids.
I quickly formulated a plan.

My eyes shot open and I jumped up, pushing the girl away and looking desperately for a door. We were in a small living room. And Ray was lying on the floor crying.
I kneeled down, ignoring what the people were saying.

"Ray!" There was a wound in his side, and I placed my shaky hands over them. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!?"

All 3 of my captors looked at me blankly.

"PLEASE, TAKE HIM TO A HOSPITAL! YOU CAN KEEP ME IF YOU DO, YOU CAN DO WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT TO ME, JUST PLEASE HELP HIM!" I cried.

"N-no," Ray groaned.

"It'll be okay, I'm going to save you," I said, tears pouring down my face.

The two guys were starting to smirk, but the girl looked at me sympathetically. I didn't understand. I didn't have to understand. All that mattered was helping my friend.

"Frank," The girl said, kneeling down next to me. "We just have to ask him a few questions, and then we will be done. My father is a doctor, so he will patch him up-"

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed, sending spittle flying in her direction.

"That's it," Beard growled, and picked me up by the arms off of the floor. "Put him in the locker."

"No!" The girl almost cried. "Please! That's the one I want, I don't want this one!" She gestured to Ray.

I practically growled, digging my nails deep into the hands holding me.

"Sis, we can't have him behaving badly-" Blonde started.

"If anyone hurts him, it will be me," She said, standing up. "He's mine."

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