Boyfriends

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

"Mackenzie?" 

I took in the image of her holding hands with the small, evil girl. Suddenly, I felt stupid. They looked alike. The little girl was the spitting image of Mackenzie, just less devious. 

"Is that your daughter?" I blurted out without thinking. Now that I thought of it, how could the girl be Mackenzie's daughter? The girl was twelve or so, while Mackenzie was twenty-three, like me. She must've given birth at eleven. 

"Are you an idiot?" Mackenzie snarled at me menacingly. "I'm not a slut like you. She's my sister!" 

"Really? I never knew that you had a sister," I commented calmly and casually, trying to mask the growing feeling of panic. "Actually, Blake told me that your Mom was divorced. I guess sluttiness runs in the family, huh."

Mackenzie clenched her fists tightly. She was definitely losing her cool now; I didn't know if that was a good thing or something. The last time she lost her temper, she smashed my head in with a baseball bat. What was she going to do this time, claw my eyes out with her fingernails? 

"Mom had Maddeline a year before our parents got a divorce. She just lived with Dad. I'm looking after her today," Mackenzie snarled at me. Oh, so that was what the tiny devil's spawn was called. Maddeline.

"So, you bribed her with ice cream to join in on your plan?" I sneered at her, plastering a disgusted look on my face to hide the fear, "What, are you going to use chloroform or something to kidnap me again?" 

Mackenzie shrugged, "Well, something like that. I try to be creative." 

I felt the blood drain from my face. Was she actually serious? I couldn't tell. "Well, I have to leave now. It's been a really nice chat," I started walking backwards, trying to speed up my pace slowly. Mackenzie didn't do anything, and continued smiling creepily at me with her bloodred lips. 

My back hit something hard behind me, and I turned around quickly to face a hulking figure of a man. He toward over me, even though I was quite tall already, and his face reminded me of the Hulk's. This wasn't good at all; it was horrible. 

"I have to go now," I squeaked, trying to force myself into the small gap between the hulk and the trash can. Unfortunately for me, I failed. Before I could manage to sqeeze through the tiny space, he had grabbed my waist, and flipped it over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. 

This guy couldn't be human. As much as I struggled and hit his (very hard) back, he didn't even flinch. His grip was too firm on my legs. I thrashed around once more, using up most of my energy. Finally, I relented, to catch my breath. 

"That was better than expected," Mackenzie cackled like a witch (or bitch), and snapped her fingers loudly. 

Her body guard or whoever that was holding me started walking. I was still flung over his shoulder like a fish that he'd caught on a fishing trip. Every step he took, my face would smash into his back. 

"Let me go! Help!" I used the last of my energy to scream for help. Please, could anyone just hear my plead and come to my rescue? Mackenzie tutted at me, her eyes narrowed with disapproval. 

"Poor little Emerald. Trying to get some help?" She cooed sadistically. laughed. "I don't think anyone will hear you. Go on, scream louder." 

I screamed shrilly again, praying so hard that someone would hear. I didn't want this to happen to me again. Nobody heard though, and no one came. Where was Superman when I needed him? 

"Gag her, and tie her." Mackenzie demanded, "I'm sick of her annoying little screams." 

Her henchman, or whoever this giant metal man was, grunted. He seated me on the dirty ground roughly, and started tying a complicated knot around my wrists. He did the same around my ankles, and finally, taped my mouth up with duct tape.