Blake Farmer
"What did you do?" The voice rumbled, bouncing off of the concrete walls. The tone of his voice seemed to leave vibrations through the metal chair.
"I'll ask you again, what did you do?!" Each time he said it, he got louder. "Answer me!"
The pounding of the man's voice made his ears throb.
"We did as you asked, sir," a smaller voice replied. Shaking out of nerves, hands trembling as they were being tied to the chair.
The man walked over and stood in front of them. "Do I look like an idiot to you boys?"
Blake shook his head and avoided the sharp silver eyes that seemed to point daggers directly into his chest.
"Good," the man seemed to walk back towards the door where a blonde kid stood.
"We'll be back." He called, and then left with the kid behind him, leaving chills go up Blake's spine.
Silence filled the air between them. Seconds were turning into minutes.
"You shouldn't have done that," the guy beside him said.
"I had no choice."
"We're going to get killed, moron. And it's all of your fault."
Blake scoffed, shaking his head. "I did what I had to do. I want to get out of here as much as you do."
"Seriously?! What do you expect to happen?"
"I don't know, maybe the cops are onto us now."
"Oh great, thanks, as soon as we get freed we're heading to jail!"
"I'd rather be in a prison cell than this place."
"Whatever," He muttered. Blake looked down at the concrete floor of the basement they were trapped in.
Six days, two hours, forty-seven minutes, fifty-nine seconds...
Six days, two hours, forty-eight minutes, one second...
He wondered if his mother thought he was dead yet. He wondered if someone had called the cops or an AMBER alert was sent out.
What if nobody noticed? What if nobody cared that he was gone? It wasn't like he was impacting anyone's life. Who would be aware of him not being around?
Sitting there in the cold, musky basement, he kept thinking.
"You okay?" Jacob finally called out.
"Just thinking," Blake replied, blinking so no warm tears would come spilling out.
"I think my arms are going numb, I can't feel them," Jacob kept wiggling in his spot. The chair kept moving and created a screeching sound on the floor.
"Your blood circulation is being cut off, you should have taken off that jacket."
"Right, like I had time to take off the jacket."
"You shouldn't even have put it on."
"It was laying there, useless, what was I supposed to do?"
"You and I both know it belonged to that guy on the train."
"It's called a subway, country boy, and-" Jacob paused, leaning himself towards the door.
"What is it?" Blake asked.
"Can't you hear it? Someone's coming."
They immediately silenced again and sat waiting. They could hear stomps from outside of the bolted door.
Suddenly the door burst open and large bodyguards were gripping hard onto a smaller person.
"LET GO OF ME!" A shrieking female voice came from behind the bodyguards. One of them put their hand over her mouth and threw her on the ground. The same blonde kid came back and stood behind the bodyguards.
Blake heard the girls muffled sobs as she tried somewhat getting up.
"Carmen, what's going on?" The rumbling voice returned into the room.
"We caught another one, sir."
The bodyguards let go of her arms that revealed blue bruises from their grip marks.
"Aw, is something wrong, sweetheart?" The man started smirking. His gaze fell on Jacob then to Blake.
"I'm redeeming you two. It's time to see who can I keep and who can I kill. And look, you got yourselves a new teammate." He yanked the girl's arm into an awkward standing position so she could face them.
"J-Julia?" Jacob's eyes widened.
"Oh, good, you two already know each other," the man said.
They forced the girl on the chair and tied her up. Blake could see the run of her mascara down her cheeks and the way her body looked beaten and bruised. He wanted to cry with her.
"Just remember," the man said as he was beginning to leave, "you are all under me, now."
The door slammed which made Blake cringe.
"Julia, what are you doing here?" Jacob exclaimed.
The girl's eyes narrowed. "That's a good question, Jacob. What am I doing here?"
A confused look was printed on Jacob's face. The dark-haired girl looked down and tried wiping her tears on her shoulder.
Blake sat there, observing the two. He turned and gave Jacob a face.
"Are you blaming me?" He questioned.
"Yes! This is all of your fault!"
"She's got a point..." Blake muttered.
"Nobody was talking to you," Jacob scowled. "Julia, what happened?"
"They found me, beat me up and now I'm here."
"How did they find you?"
"I went looking for you after you just disappeared!"
Blake looked at Jacob for his response.
"You went looking for me?" He smirked.
"Don't you dare start with that Jacob, nobody else cared that you left!" The girl huffed.
Jacob looked away to avoid Julia's bright eyes. The girl almost frightened Blake, the way she was sitting there, bruised and bleeding.
He could still see her chest heavily breathing, going up and down. He could see the scratch mark on her chin and the dried up blood that followed. He could see her bloodshot eyes and how they surrounded the sky-blue iris.
There was a bang on the door again and everyone looked up expectantly. The blonde kid stepped in and darted his eyes directly at Blake.
"Hey Blake, guess what? Wally said you're with me for the next mission," he chuckled. "Boy oh boy is this going to be fun!"
He left as quickly as he came, leaving the slamming of the door echoing through the room. Blake's heart felt like thumping out of his chest.
"Oh boy..." Jacob whispered.
Blake's cheeks began to go hot. He wanted to get out. He desperately wanted to storm through that door and beat up that blonde kid. He wanted to make him pay. He didn't want to go on a mission, he wanted this to be over with. He just wanted to go home.
Sunday, he thought. Maybe I can leave Sunday, I have to leave Sunday. I can't stay here.
He just had to hang in there for another forty-seven hours, fifty-nine minutes and two seconds.
A/N
Do you think it's alright if we go through multiple POV's throughout the book?
I feel like it would be better if we had both sides of the story...