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Summary ; Her brother's into illegal drugs. He owed a lot of money, so the dealers chose to kidnap his sister. Looking for kidnapper ;D
Courtney clamped the flat iron on a clump of thick, wavy hair. Steam pushed out from every side and left a path of straight hair on its way down. It was about one in the afternoon, but who was keeping track? The house was as silent as an old house could be. There were a few pops and ticks from the floorboards and furniture, but nothing she wasn't used to. It was Friday and she chose to skip. Her brother did it all the time. It was only high school.
Placing the flat iron on the bathroom countertop, she ran her fingers down her hair and back up to cover her eyes. The scent of oranges tickled her nose. She loved the scent of oranges, they were the common selection of Courtney's shower gel. Which, she often spent a lot of time spaced out in the shower, the only place she felt comfortable. Being it was away from the slow activity going on throughout the rest of the house.
Court tip toed down the hallway, pushing her brother's door open with a slight push of her finger. It creaked open just enough to allow her to peek in. She figured it would be smart to check if her brother was knocked out somewhere in his room. There was a tipped over bong and ripped paper, but no sign of Quinn. And you'd think she'd be used to seeing a mess like that in his room, but it still knocked the breath out of her.
Yeah, her brother was a drug addict. Yeah, he'd gotten himself into stupid situations. Yeah, it wasn't a secret. Any more questions?
Courtney's eyes dropped to her feet. She slid her hands through her hair as if she were putting in a ponytail, but let her long black hair drop back to her shoulder blades. She was seventeen now, but ten when she first discovered her brother's "secret". Her parents were no hep either. They were always gone and back with food for that night, but then gone again. She was alone most of the time and had to entertain herself.
But today was Friday! She was going with a couple friends to a movie. Then, to test out some fake IDs at a bar. She hurried to collect a small black coat, her cellphone, a couple bucks, and house keys. She shoved everything in her back pocket and slipped her arms into the coat. Court was out her front door in a few minutes. Because she had no car, she'd have to walk half an hour to her friend's. By that time she'd be out of school, if she went. They'd go around awhile, pick up a few other people and head for the theatre.
10:27pm
The temperature had dropped since she was last out. She had a drink or two at the bar, but not enough to make her feel tipsy. Her friends dropped her off at a street near her house. Her parents would kill her if they saw her come out of that vehicle. Instead she walked with her hands buried in her pockets, one clutched her cell phone. The cellular device vibrated once. It was a text message. Ugh, that meant she had to take her hands out.
Quinnmann ;
xxxxCourt, are you home?
xxxxCourt, get home, okay?
That was odd. Since when did Quinn bother asking her if she was home? Was he worried about her? Ha. Hahaha. Her fingers were too numb to push the small, stiff letters. The phone just went back in her pocket and she kept walking. Until a van started coming down the street. Of course, Courtney was always paranoid. A van? Ten thirty at night? She shook it off.
But it started to slow down. She buried her face into the violet scarf around her neck. Everything happened so fast. Maybe she heard the van's door slide open. Someone jumped out while the van was still in motion and wrapped their arm around her waist, but not gently. He squeezed and yanked her into the van before him, blocking her way out as he himself jumped in and slid the door back shut.
It was the alcohol. That's it. No, her vision was too clear. Oh god, she was starting to panic. Courtney screamed loud enough that her lungs were ready to burst. Though her cry for help was cut off by a hand cupped around her mouth. She tried to bite and pull it off with her own hands, but he was too strong for her. In no time he had her in the corner of the van with her hands tied and tape over her mouth. It was all too much like a movie.
What was this? She had no reason to be kidnapped. Well, at least she thought so until she saw his face. Familiar? Maybe. It was one of those things that bother you endlessly because you know, but you don't. She studied him, he was about her age. Give or take a year.
The phone vibrated again. The unread message, "Court, get home now! I'm in trouble. Please, call me."
Summary; Best friends roleplay. Plot ; Party, drinking, they slept together.
Alex tapped her pencil furiously against the desk. The eraser was picked out and the number two had been gnawed on. If it wasn't the last period of the day, she'd of jumped out the rescue window already. But a few more minutes and class was over.
The bell rang and she, like everyone else, raced for the door. The smell of soup came from everyone who chose to buy the cafeterias meal today. Alex wrinkled her nose and squeezed through an opening. "Peuw." She took a deep breath of clean air and didn't bother to stop at her locker before pushing out the front doors. Her butt hurt from sitting on the corner of her seat and she'd learned nothing because she wasn't even paying attention.
Last night was fun. Up until about eleven, it was. Unless sleeping with your best friend was fun. They were both drunk, she thinks. Maybe only her. Had a couple drinks, didn't know which way was up, every boy looked good. But you don't need to be sober to remeber a night like that. Every class was awkward, lunch was just them with a few others sitting quietly. But of course the subject never came up, and no one wanted to admit what the experience was like. Good or bad. Focusing on getting home was hard.
Finally the hill she was walking down came to a halt. It was just flat, easy ground to walk across. A block and she'd be home. Sure it was Friday, but it looked like tonight she'd have no plans. Her bag vibrated, shaking and tickling her side. Alex dug into the bag throwing loose papers around and discovering things she had no idea were in there. "God, Alex. Didn't you clean this out three days ago?" Possibly three weeks. The phone stopped ringing before she could find it. Either they'd leave a voice message or she'd check her calls later. Home just sounded so nice right now.
&Young couple, married with problems.
Eighteen. Whether you like it because it's an even number, or you can vote, or drive, or whatever, that's Courtney's age. It marked her an adult, like a giant stamp on her forehead. With being an adult comes great responsibility. Haha, corny Spiderman line. And getting married in Vegas isn't necessarily "responsible". Especially when it wasn't quite for love, but to get away from parents. It's not easy dating someone you think you love, but their parents hate you and your parents hate them. The easy way out was to get married. And Courtney was known for taking shortcuts.
Light emerged from the blinds trying as hard as it could to get in the dark, new, apartment room of the brand new, young couple. It wasn't an easy buy, in fact, Courtney would have to work two jobs. But it was New York City, and kind of a cheap place. God, it was so special for them to have running water. And the bed was pretty nice. She went to Bed Bath and Beyond the other night to get some good sheets that forced you to hit the snooze button, they were so good. Her taste, too. They were flannel, blue, and queen sized. The down blanket over them was a nice chocolate shade. Her husband, man that was so hard to say, had no say in the new covers. But he happily obliged to let her pick them out.
It was 7am according to the clock radio on the bedside table. Courtney was still in bed, her long, straight brown hair was scattered in all ways across the pillow. Her knees were at her chest under the covers while her arms pulled at the sheets. The alarm rang and she had already been prepared. As soon as the beep started, it ended with a quick slap of her hand. She groaned and turned to the other side, expecting her newlywed to be there. She flung her arm around where the figure should of been, but it was a swing and a miss. Court groped around the covers searching for him, but he wasn't there unless he fell off the bed. Swiftly, she sat up on the bed hoping to see him getting dressed, or waiting for her to wake up. Nothing. Not even the slightest sound of running water from the sink or shower was heard when she stopped to listen.
"Hunny?"
It wasn't so easy to call him that. She figured she'd have to get used to it, though. They were a married couple now.
"Sweetie, you there?" She got a little louder.
Her eyes went back and forth, her mouth slightly open. Not even the sound of a step was heard. She yanked the sheets off her exposed body. Short purple boxers and a green tank top. Her bare feet were cold as ice against the creaking wood floors. She had a few socks in a drawer, but most were still in a clothes box from the "move". Yeah, it wasn't really an official move. No UHAULS or big trucks. Just a whole lot of junk carried by numerous trips in the car. They packed lightly and left a lot of things behind. The apartment was still so empty, there were only a few bits of furniture. Not that you could fit much in there. Which brought her back to the thought, where is my husband? There really was no where to hide, and no reason. Had he had a late night with the boys? Snuck out on her? She was worried. Didn't want to pick up the phone and call, though. What a way to start the marriage, all paranoid and stuff.
There was no door or wall separating the bedroom from the kitchen. There was a countertop and that was it. The counter was in an L shape. The small part separated the bedroom from the kitchen while the stem was against the wall. There was a coffee maker, free with the room. Just like a hotel! But it wasn't very good. Even the fridge was bad. Small and white, like the coffee maker. There were a couple things in the fridge on the shelves. There wer Pepsis, Sierra Mist, pudding, and so on. In the freezer were frozen pizza rolls. Mmm. The cupboards were besically empty. She knew she'd have to go shopping soon. She was kind of hoping for her pay check first.
Back to the man of the house. She was still contemplating whether to call him or not. Instead, she grabbed a Pepsi and snapped it open. Screw the time, she was thirstin for a soda. With the pop in her hand, she walked over to the TV and let her self drop on the couch. The remote was in between the cushions, not deep enough to get lost, though. She grabbed it and flipped it on as she took another sip. The Price is Right showed up with Bob Barker and another old lady hugging him with her face as red as a raspberry. She loved Bob and refused to watch the show without him hosting. As it turned to commercials, she flipped to a spanish soap opera. Sharing no interest for that, she turned it again to MTV. And what a coincidence, Engaged and Underaged was on. The couple was fighting, like always. She flipped the channel again, praying her marriage wouldn't be that way.
