Page 110 of Frisco

Every time I tried to make a sound, I ended up eating fabric, from whatever they’d stuffed in my mouth. I couldn’t see, but I was assuming they’d done the same to Aly.

Hence, why I was trying to tug her for the door.

She wasn’t budging. So, ugh. I moved over to the other side of her, put my shoulder into her side, and began pushing her for the door. She moaned, struggling around. I groaned, deep in my throat until suddenly, she went where I was pushing her. Now this was the hard part. My hands were tied so when she got to the door, I sat up and leaned in so she could see me. It was so dark, but I knew this road. We’d traveled it with the bikes so I knew a light post was coming up. I waited until one flashed over the van and as it did, I motioned to the door with my head.

Aly’s eyes got big, but the light was gone and we waited until another post passed over us.

I nodded. She nodded, and I began to sit up, turning around and reaching for the door with my hands.

This would be hella uncomfortable, but no way was I waiting around here for wherever they’d take us. That was Staying Alive 101. Don’t go with your kidnappers. Aly must’ve sensed my nerves, because she moved in, leaned her head to my shoulder and let it rest there.

That felt nice, but okay. Oh man.

I was so nervous. Another post went over us, Aly gave me a nod, and I jerked mine up and down but waited until it was dark again before opening the door.

It did–hell yes! But I was falling and oomph. I landed hard on my wrist. I was pretty sure it was broken or strained, and then I heard Aly fall just a little after I hit the pavement. I groaned, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t know that door had opened. It’d been dark when they had the door open when they put us inside so I didn’t think it would kick the light on again. I looked, but I didn’t see their lights on at all. They weren’t braking.

They kept going.

But then I needed to get to my feet, and I felt liquid going down my arms. Pain lit up the entire right side of my body. I couldn't focus on that. I got up, struggling, my head was pounding and made my way over to where Aly was struggling to sit up.

I turned around, grabbed her arm and tried to help her up.

It took a little bit. Some struggling. She almost fell twice, but once she got up, and was steady, I looked around.

I didn’t know this town or where we were. I just remembered driving on the road, but we were surrounded by trees.

Aly made a moaning sound, tugging on me to follow her.

One side went south. The other side was north, and up a hill. Manny’s was behind us and on the south side of the road. That’s where Aly was tugging me, but I stopped her. Those guys would come back and they’d guess where we would go. I shook my head, and pulled her the other way. We’d go up, north and hope to find someone who had a phone and would be willing to help us. I didn’t think those guys would think to go up the hill for us.

I had no idea if it was best friend telepathy or not, but she went with me, and as soon as she did, I felt a burst of energy go through me. I tore out of there. There was no way in hell I’d be here when those guys came back, and they would. That was a given.

We tore up through the woods, climbing up until we were a safe enough distance from the road.

Aly pulled on my shirt, stopping me, and then went to her knees. I felt her teeth trying to cut through whatever they’d used to tie my hands together. It might’ve been tape because when she started pulling on it, it was peeling off my skin. I gritted my teeth until she made enough headway before I could move my wrists around, pulling the rest off myself. As soon as I did, I turned her around and was pulling at her wrists.

She moved around, some moans leaving her bound mouth.

Finally! I tore it free and then I was pulling off the tape around my whole entire head. Assholes.

I swallowed a cry as I pulled it free, feeling my hair getting caught up with it too. But then I spat out whatever was in my mouth, sweeping everything up and stuffing it into my pockets because you bet your ass I wanted police to grab some evidence off of them against these dicks.

“They’re going to be coming back. We have to keep moving.”

God. It hurt my ribs to talk. My voice felt funny too. It sounded funny.

I felt funny.

I couldn’t feel my feet.

Or my one shoulder.

I couldn’t think about that. None of it.

“Who were those guys?”

“I have no clue, but we have to go.” I grabbed for her shirt and began moving forward. “Come on.”

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