Thanks! ugh its messing up part of the chapter though, so I'm going to try reposting part of it.
Chapter 2 Continued...
Kevin’s POV:
“Why did you do that?!” Nick shouted as he jumped into the bus, hot on the heels of Joe, who was laughing hysterically.
“Oh god, I should’ve brought a camera!” Joe managed to say in between laughs. He was now rolling around on the couch, gasping for air.
I just raised an eyebrow at Nick, noticing that he was covered in some sort of sticky substance.
“Well,” Nick shot an angry glance at Joe, “Someone thought it’d be funny to use the supermarket’s speakerphone to announce that I was in aisle six. I barely made it out of there alive and oh yeah, I knocked over a whole display of maple syrup.”
I just shook my head and struggled to not laugh. Looking for some distraction I turned on the TV. Of course there was a story with a national amber aler.t. A picture of a pretty looking girl flashed across the screen and the reporter went on to describe the kidnappers and a brief interview with her tearful parents and friends. Why is the evening news always so depressing?
Nick had gone to the bathroom to clean up, and I noticed Joe wasn’t laughing anymore. He just looked at the screen with a tight lipped grimace and I knew that he was thinking of Jodie. He didn’t talk about it anymore, but she had been his best friend in elementary school. One minute they had been playing hide-and-go-seek on the playground, and the next minute she was gone. She had been kidnapped and no one ever found out what had happened, but Joe was old enough to understand the situation.
“Hey, are you okay?” I said as gently as possible.
He just nodded and grabbed the remote to change the channel, and I started texting my girlfriend Emily.
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Caitlin’s POV:
“Watch your step!” one of the men barked as he dragged me out of the truck and into a small house. The wood planks creaked with each step, and I was pretty sure it could fall apart at any moment.
After a few moments they led me into a small, musty room and slammed the door, leaving me alone to examine my surroundings. There was a rusty metal cot with a thin blanket, and an old portrait was hung on the wall. Other than that the room was completely bare.
My ears pricked up a bit when I heard muffled footsteps stop by the room, but they passed by and went into the room next door for some sleep. They had slid a paper plate with a couple slices of bread beneath the door.
I waited until I heard a gentle snoring and was positive that they were deep asleep. Then, with a sudden sense of optimism, I tried the door handle…
Only to find that it had been locked.
Overcome with frustration, I slid down against the door and sobbed softly into my knees, wishing that I could wake up from this nightmare.
