Taken

Chapter 29: Sprained Wrist

Chapter 29 >.^

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Omar POV

We finally got home. It was about 4 in the morning. I couldn't wait to see Nicole. I was drinking and driving. I was also drunk the whole time. I think I still am drunk. Lance isn't drunk.  He is talking normal and I am talking funny.

Lance got out his keys to unlock the door.

"That's funny." He said.

"Wha-wha-wha-wha-what?" I exaggerated my stutter.

"I thought I locked the door. It's unlocked." He shrugged.

We went inside and I went straight to the basement with Lance following me. I could barely walk right and I almost fell on the stairs, but Lance caught me.

I opened the second door to the basement.

"Nicole, baby, I'm home!" I yelled.

I looked into the basement. Realization hit me and my smile faded. The only person here is Jake. His ankle is still chained to the pipe.

I looked at Jake angrily and he looked scared. He still had marks from the last time I was drunk. But I felt normal again. Not drunk.

I grabbed him by his neck and held him up as high as the chain would let me.

"Where are they?" I hissed.

"Trey. His f-friends. They, they took them." He choked out.

I dropped him and he gasped for air, rubbing his neck.

I angrily ran upstairs and started looking around for any clue of where they might be. Nothing was there.

"Should we kill him?" Lance asked, "There is no use for him now. I can snap his neck?"

I thought about it. I wanted to let him go. Even if he knows what we look like he doesn't know where the house is, what the car look\s like, the car's license plate... We could just drop him off at some random street far away. Let him find his way home.

"No. I wanna let him go home."

"What if he calls the cops?"

"All he knows about us is our looks and first name. We don't have to worry about him anymore if we do and we can worry about killing Trey and getting Nicole."

"Alright... When do we leave him?"

"Now."

I ran to the kitchen and got some medicine. I poured it into a cloth and went to the basement. I ran to Jake and put it over his mouth. He struggled for a minute, holding his breath. He finally had to breath and knocked out.

 I smiled evilly. He shouldn't be scared. Jake should only be scared if we leave him nowhere near his home.

Lance came into the basement and helped me carry him outside to the car. We threw him in the backseat and closed the door. Then Lance started driving in the direction of the house where we got him from. It was obviously not his house.

We drove for two hours. When we were at the edge of the woods, we got him out and positioned him against a tree. He was still fast asleep.

We left him there and drove away, back to our home. We would have to go back for Nicole after we made up a plan. Who knows how long that will take though? We were definetely out-numbered. Including Nicole and the other two girls we saw there, there were nine of them! Who knows if the girls will attack us too? We just had to sneak in and take them again.