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“Suri, you're late.”
Before I can answer him, I hear a loud screech and I jolt forward really hard. “Brendan,” I scream.
Then the car jolts again and starts to roll. I’m upside down and all I can hear is Brendan’s voice screaming, “Suri!”
I try hard to answer, but I can’t. I can’t even scream, but my brain is telling me that I need to get out of here. I’m in danger. Coming to my senses I feel something drip down my face. I put my hand up to my head. Pulling it back, I just see red all over my fingers. Crap, is that my blood?
I need to get out of here, I try to move, but I’m still buckled. I eject the seatbelt and fall to the ground…or maybe the roof? Shit, we’re upside down. Luckily I was able to put my hands down to brace myself. Glancing around, I see that one of the windows must have broken when we rolled.
Crawling out the window, I ignore the glass embedding itself into my arms and legs. I can deal with the pain later. Right now I need to get out of here. When I’m outside the car, I try to stand up and a wave of dizziness comes over me. Goddammit…think Suri. Think.
Before I can fully stand up I feel something prick the back of my neck. Hell, what was that? I’m so tired. My eyes feel so heavy. No matter what I do I can’t keep them open. I need to get to my phone…to call…Brendan…he’ll…
In the distance, I think I hear whispers. “We need to get out of here before someone reports us to the police.”
“You should call her, Johann.”
I try to lift my head. Tell them to call Brendan…then the whole world goes black.
Chapter fifteen
Suri
Damn, why does my head hurt? I just want to make the pain go away. I try lifting my hands from my side to cradle my head, but I can’t. Why can’t I move my hands? I panic. I tug and pull but nothing works. Slowly peeling my eyes open feels like it takes a Herculean effort. My eyelids feel glued to the tops of my eyeballs. Glancing down, I notice that I’m sitting in a chair and my hands are tied behind my back. No wonder I couldn’t move my hands. I try to move my legs, but when I look down they are also tied to the chair too. Damn, that’s not good.
My surroundings are hard to see since I’m enveloped in darkness. As my eyes start to slowly adjust…
“Where the hell am I?” I rasp out. My voice does not even sound like my own. The crash. Little snippets of heading to Brendan’s, the driver, glass breaking, hitting my head, and the car rolling flutter through my mind.
My brain flutters with so many thoughts. They feel like they’re coming at the same time but one sticks out the most. Johann. Who is Johann?
Suri, look around to see if you can figure out where you are.
Listening to the little voice inside my head, I look around to see if I can identify anything specific. I need to make sure I pay attention to my surroundings, that way if I get away I can let someone know where I am. Dad pounded into me what to do if I ever got kidnapped. He was always so worried that one of his clients would get mad at him and do something foolish. I always thought he was full of it, but here I am.
I think I’m in a warehouse. Maybe one of my dad’s? But the more I look, the more I know that I’ve never been here before.
I try to lean a little farther to the left to see more of the room.My chair rocks a bit and that small movement causes me to wince. My whole body hurts so bad.
Right on cue, more memories of the accident come rushing to the forefront of my mind. I can see myself crawling through the window to get out of the car. That's probably why my legs look cut up. I remember trying to stand up and then feeling dizzy while looking around for my phone. People were talking.
Crap, was someone with me? It was the driver. Did he make it? Did someone hit us?
Then I remember that the driver wasn’t even going toward Brendan’s house like he was supposed to. Damn, that probably means the driver was in on it. Fear starts to creep up my back as a small tear escapes. Why is this happening to me?
Soft footsteps interrupt my thoughts of despair. A tall figure walks toward me. A tall, lean blonde man. I can’t seem to place him anywhere. He sneers down at me. “You’re awake, Princess.”
My skin crawls as if I have ants underneath it. I don’t like the way this man calls me princess. That name is only for Brendan. Another wave of sadness hits me, thinking about how crazy Brendan must be going not knowing where I am.
“I can’t wait to see what she says when she sees you,” the man says, bringing my thoughts back to him. Wait…she? Who’s she?
He doesn’t say anything else. Just takes me in, turns, and leaves through the same door that he came in.
I can’t help but wonder who…No, she wouldn’t do this, would she? My dad wouldn’t stand for this, so if it’s Mallory, she must be doing this behind his back. I shake my head. This seems to be too much.
Think. I need to get out of here before whoever “she” is shows up. Maybe if I just cooperate, I can get them to think that I won’t cause any harm and I can convince them to untie my hands. Plans start to go through my head.
The door creaks open and that’s when I hear the familiar click of high heels on the concrete. I snap my head up and look toward the noise. Mallory. Damn, I can’t believe she did this. She stands there, staring at me as if she’s trying to figure out what to do next.
