One of the men takes a couple of steps towards the car and subsequently, me. I quickly turn over to face the back of the grimy seats. My clumsy turning results in a loud squeaky noise.
“Damn” I curse quietly under my breath. It suddenly turns to silence apart from the ever constant noise of the boat’s engines.
Jim breaks the silence with a much expected “what was that?”
I want to kill him right then. Just like him, a brain dead buff dude, to ask the obvious.
Paul retaliates in record speed, “it was the boat. That’s what boats do. They creak.” He doesn’t sound quite so sure of himself when another loud creaking sound occurs. That one was the boat.
“Was that the boat too then Paul?” asks Jim, not in a sarcastic or condescending way, but in an I'm-so dumb-I-can’t-sing-my-ABCs way.
“Stop complaining about the boat” Paul snaps, not that Jim was. “Let’s just give the food to the girl and go.”
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Kidnapped (Completed)
Short StoryA seriously short story of a girl who gets kidnapped with a very different twist...
