I didn't get this far in my plan making.
Dragging my feet back to the sofa and sitting down, an idea pops in my head. Oh, I'm a genius.
Quickly running back to the window, I scan the area for an upcoming man on patrol and when it's mostly clear, I throw the bag in the bush bellow so they won't notice it unless they look in the rose bush. I walk towards the door and open it again.
"Hello, Randy. I'll just head to the kitchen for a bit to grab some food...and soda...and maybe some cake. Just food, you know, nothing else. Is that okay? " I ramble and hope he won't get suspicious. He just grunts again with a nod and when I start walking he walks behind me. Oh, right. Personal bodyguard given by Silvio. But he stops in the dining room to talk with one of the guys so I continue alone.
I walk slowly toward the kitchen, noticing every detail I can about the surroundings and the men in the dining room. Usually, a cook and two maids are scattered around the kitchen, but being 11 pm the kitchen is dark and empty. When I click the lights on, a grandiose scene greets me. This kitchen is out of this world. Modern contemporary gray cabinets and dark countertops make up the whole space with the addition of expensive appliances, barstools on the other side of the enormous island, and a small breakfast table in the corner with six gorgeous cushioned chairs. As soon as I'm done admiring this room, I get to business.
I open a few drawers and find different sized batteries and lighters. I grab them before Randy appears. I take three metal spoons, too. I put all the things I just got into an aluminum foil and scrunch it in a ball before putting it in the microwave. I set the timer to two minutes on high heat.
After that I quickly grab a bag of chips and a can of Pepsi, and start walking fast towards my room with Randy on my heels again. Just as I walk inside my room and close the door, I hear a faint explosion in the kitchen. Even if I expected it, it still startles me.
From the window, I can see the two men rush inside the house to see what's happening. They probably think we're under attack or something.
Taking this as a chance, I put the bag of chips in my blouse and start climbing down the wine roots on the wall as quickly as I can. When I safely land in the bush where the bag is I carefully, but quickly run across the yard, keeping to the sides and with a lowered stance. The climb over the brick fence isn't easy but I manage to go over it just in time before the men spot me.
***
I am currently somewhere in downtown Washington. Being just after midnight and a Saturday, too, many people are out partying in the clubs. Few of them shoot weird glances at me when they notice my bruised neck or disheveled appearance. My hands instantly go to zip the hoodie all the way and hide the purple marks. I notice a police car, too, just outside one of the clubs. I want to go to them and tell them everything, but I know that way I can't get to Vince or Jade. So I sacrifice my freedom and safety, and instead of going to the policeman I continue walking down the road.
Walking, I spot a phone cube with a phonebook next to it. For the last hour I have been thinking on how to find this Vince guy, but now I know. I just hope his name will turn up in the book.
After ten minutes of searching under the letters V and D, I find three Vince DeAllens. With the first call the lady machine says that the number is no longer available. With the second an old guy calls. After a few minutes of him not hearing what I ask him,I sigh and end the call. I doubt Jade has to kill and old man.
One number left.
"Hello?" A sleepy male voice travels through the speaker two rings after.
"Hi," I answer him in a hurry. "Is this Vince DeAllen?"
"Yes. Who is that?"
"My name is Willa. I am looking for my sister and I was told you may know her or at least where she is."
"What's your sister's name?"
"Jade."
"Jade? Jade Maxwell?" Vince asks in shock and panic as I mention Jade's name, any trace of sleepiness gone.
"Yeah..." My voice is uncertain and careful by now.
"Shit, shit, shit! I forgot to erase the phonebook. " I hear shuffling at the other side of the line before I hear a beep sound.
I groan when I realize he just ended the call, but because of it I know he knows Jade. Now I just have to call again and find out where he lives.
A couple more rings after, Vince finally picks up.
"Listen, man. I don't want to be rude but you're annoying. I don't know any Jade so please stop calling me."
"Vince, please. You're my only chance on finding her. If I don't find her she'll be dead."
"But if you find her I'm dead. I won't help you, okay. "
"Look, I don't know what's going on between you two–"
"She wants to kill me that's what."
"–but if you help me find her, she won't kill you, I guarantee. She'll have to go over her twin sister to do that and I know she can't kill me. I can tell you more once we talk in person. Please. Can you just tell me where I can find you?" I say desperately to him. Vince just listens quietly and after a few seconds of silence he speaks.
"23 Hawthorne street. There's a brownstone apartment, top floor. When you get there I'll know." With that he ends the call once again.
Twenty minutes later, I exit the bus and the apartment appears in front of me.
"Let's find out where you are, Jade." I mutter to myself and push the doors of the apartment building open.
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Kidnapped By Mistake ✔️
Action[COMPLETED] You would think it's cool to have a twin sister who shares the same hazel eyes and brown hair, the same nose and lips and who is approximately the same height as you are. Okay, yeah. Half of the time it is cool, but the other half...
