Taken

Taken [2]

“Soo, what’s your name?”

“Stop talking.”

I looked at the one twin incredulously. Sure, a kidnapper had just told him to shutup. But why had he asked my name in the first place? Especially since he’d been making fun of my ‘I have to pee’ announcement earlier. Speaking of, I still really had to pee.

“I’m Mason.”

“He said to stop talking,” His brother hissed. The first one shrugged.

“So?” Mason leaned back, not caring in the least. Not even about the guns still pointing at all of us. Or the men in black masks. Or the fact that I was seriously about to piss my fucking skirt. He was either really brave, or really stupid. I was leaning toward the second one.

“Uhm,” I started, but Hailey gave me a sharp warning look. I made a face at her, and she pointedly shifted her eyes toward the man next to me. “I have to use the bathroom,” I finished quietly. I felt like such a baby. But we’d been driving in a death-threat silence for what seemed like years. Even though it had only been a few minutes. “I need to use the bathroom,” I repeated, a little louder. I glared when Hailey started laughing at my despair. “This is a serious issue! Do you guys want pee on your van floor? Because I don’t know about any of you, but it’s about to fucking happen-”

“I’d rather not sit in your pee,” The more rational twin spoke up. Mason, the other one, just stared at me like I was a complete idiot. “Can you let her use the bathroom or something?”

“Yess, please,” I bounced in my seat with pleading eyes. “Are those bombs real?”

“What?” Mason looked more confused than ever.

“What?” I echoed back. “Nothing’s blown up yet. I’m getting confused about that. How are these bombs not going off? Even if there’s a detonator somewhere else, you should be a lot more cautious with them.”

“The bombs aren’t real,” The man who’d been yanking my hair in the bank answered. “But I can assure you, the guns are. So don’t try and run off, or someone’s gonna shoot your friend.” 

My eyes widened at his threat, landing on Hailey. She couldn’t seem to care less on the outside, but on the inside I knew she must care a little. Somewhat. I could feel a tingle of worry coming from her.

“Kay..” I finally answered. The van pulled to the side of the road, who knows where because there were absolutely no windows, and the back door swung open. Guns were up and raised before anyone could move. I peered out the back without getting up. We were in the middle of batshit nowhere.

“Get out.” The same man snatched my hair and practically threw me to the dirt. I squeaked and stumbled, but luckily didn’t fall anywhere. The cold metal of a gun pressed against the back of my neck as he herded me around the corner. He stopped walking, and so did I. We were standing beside the van. “Well?”

“Right here?” I asked incredulously. “Just hike up my skirt and go right here? That’s disgusting!”

“It’s that or nothing.” He said simply. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I disregarded any remaining ounce of dignity and pulled my panties aside without showing an inch of my privates. Thank goodness I’d worn a skirt today. I barely hiked it up like the lady I was and got to it.

Awkward couldn’t even begin to describe the van when we finally climbed back inside. I plopped down where I’d been. Mason gave me a disgusted look and scooted further away, like I actually cared or something. I didn’t even know the weirdo.

“What?” I snapped, “Don’t act like men don’t do that shit all the time. I see you guys peeing everywhere. Like on the sides of bars, and in fucking bushes without any shame whatsoever. Especially when you’re drunk.”