Chapter Six: Will

Kidnap My Heart

Chapter 6: Will

I woke up with a killer headache and a dull ache all over my face. Actually, no, I felt that ache everywhere, including my lungs; I was having trouble breathing. I had to mentally soothe myself to stop myself from panicking, and eventually my breathing steadied.

I mean, it wasn't like I was unfamiliar with headaches or anything. I liked drinking and partying as much as the next guy, and waking up with a hangover wasn't uncommon for me. This, though... this was different. I wasn't sure if it was that weird ache all over my face and body or the fact that I felt like someone had stabbed me in the head ten times, but something was off.

Concern wasn't enough of a reason to try to get up, though, so I just sort of laid there for a moment until I fully came to. I felt too disoriented to move, and I was fine just lying there for a while, even though I wasn't laying on the comfiest of surfaces.

When I finally tried opening my eyes, only one eye opened fully. The eye that did open fully widened in horror, and my hand flew up to my face immediately. All I could feel was swollen skin. "Fuck!" I abruptly sat up and winced at the pain that sudden movement brought. I felt like there was a giant knot in my back and neck.

I sat there for a moment, struggling to remember what the hell had happened, and most of the day's events eventually came back to me: the spying, the plan, the kidnapping, the attack from behind by Emma, the handcuff swinging, and the darkness. I scowled. Emma van der Bilt. She'd done this. That I was sure of. It was the only thing I was sure of, fine, but still.

"Wait a second," I muttered. It suddenly dawned on me that if this chick had knocked me out and done God knows what to me, the chances of her still being here were slim. It didn't help that I'd woken up in a patch of grass. Why the hell had I woken up in a patch of grass? "Shit." I stood up quickly, ignoring the shooting pain that went up my side. I felt battered and bruised, but I was determined to get to the bottom of this. I ignored my discomfort and looked around, realizing Emma van der Bilt and her friend were nowhere to be found. More importantly, I also realized my car was gone. Christine... was gone.

My precious, precious car... my baby...

How could they take Christine? That was low. That was as low a blow as a nut-shot. Taking a man's car was the worst thing you could do to him.

What followed this sad realization was a string of curse words and insults directed towards Emma van der Bilt that I was glad no one was around to witness. Except for Eric, I guess, but he was used to this kinda thing by now.

"Eric. Shit." I snapped my fingers, remembering my brother all of a sudden. I'd almost forgotten about him. I ran over to what looked to be a lump but was probably my brother in actuality. In my defense, it was getting dark, and I couldn't see very well. "Eric," I said, kneeling down and slapping at his face. As I'd assumed, he wasn't conscious. Looks like I wasn't the only one that had been assaulted.

After about a minute of this, he finally began to respond, grumbling and twitching.

"Eric," I repeated, still slapping at him. "Dude—wait. What the fuck, man? Why the hell are you naked?" How had I not realized this earlier? I mean, sure, it was dark, but Eric's lack of clothes was something I should have noticed right off the bat. Why was he only wearing boxers? Had they wanted to sneak a peek before leaving us here to die?

They didn't look the type, but it was always the innocent ones...

I shook my head. Unbelievable. They were secretly a pair of perverts. Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad for spying on them through the cameras Eric had installed in their apartment. They were worse than me. I was glad I'd seen them prancing around half-naked. We were officially equal.

I glanced downwards for a moment, and what I saw made me jump in alarm. I was also only in my boxers. "Oh, God," I said. How much had they seen? I was a grower, not a shower. I didn't want two hot girls judging me before getting the full picture or the VIP experience.

My thoughts were shoved aside for a few seconds when Eric began to groan. "What is going on?" he asked, forcing himself into a sitting position. "Oh, God, I'm going to be sick..."

"Dude, I thought you did your research on them," I said, giving him a dirty look with my good eye. The other still wouldn't open.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his legs wobbling as he got to his feet.

"You forgot to mention that they're both fucking psychopaths," I said, gesturing to our half-naked selves and the empty road. "They beat us up, took our clothes and wallet, and left us here to fend for ourselves." I pointed to the spot where my car had originally been parked. "Notice something missing?" I didn't give him a chance to respond. "That would be my car. It's gone. They took it. They robbed us blind and left us stranded."

Literally robbed us blind. I wasn't sure my bad eye would ever open again.

Eric shook his head. "How the hell was I supposed to know this was going to happen? They spent a full two hours talking about some baking show just yesterday. That doesn't exactly scream 'psychopaths.'"

"That's what they want everyone to think."

"Okay, it doesn't matter. The point is, they beat us, took our clothes, and left us stranded on the side of the road. That I won't argue with," he added with a sour look on his face.

My anguish seemed to disappear when I spoke next. "They? I don't think so. This was all her—the one we were supposed to take. Her friend is pretty much harmless."

"Emma van der Bilt, you mean?"

"Yeah, her." I knew her name. I just felt that pretending to forget it would be a small victory in my name, but it kind of wasn't. "She's the one we should've been watching out for in the first place, not the friend. This is all your fault."

"Me?" Eric asked. "Again, how was I supposed to know? She wasn't the one we had to grab for attracting unwanted attention. You're the one who grabbed Emma, anyway. Did she struggle excessively or anything?"

"No," I grumbled. She actually hadn't struggled much. She'd tried to fight me at first, but the chloroform was quick and knocked her out within thirty seconds. I figured she'd given up when she realized what she was up against, but it turned out she'd given up the battle, not the war, and the war was still going strong.

Besides, if you looked at the girl, you wouldn't immediately think she was psychotic. At least, I hadn't. I'd immediately thought she was hot, except that was irrelevant. Most people would look at her and see her for what she was on the outside: a spoiled little rich girl. I'd made the same assumption without really realizing it. I mean, honestly, why would I have expected anything different? What kind of rich girl knew how to fight like that? What kind of rich girl had that kind of fire inside of her? I'd never encountered anyone like her. The rich girls I'd encountered were exactly what you'd think they'd be: bratty, stuck-up, useless, and defenseless.

Why couldn't she be useless and defenseless? She had bratty and stuck-up down pat, that was for sure, but there was nothing defenseless about her. Just my luck.

"Exactly," Eric said, oblivious to my inner ranting. "She looked harmless. Obviously, I thought her friend was the one we needed to keep an eye on. I thought Emma was just weird."

"Well, you thought wrong," I snapped.

"What about you? I'm not the only one involved in this damn thing. Why didn't you realize the van der Bilt girl was the one we needed to watch out for, not her friend?"

"Because... because... I don't know!"

"God. Why are we standing here arguing with each other?" Eric asked. "That girl knocked us out, stole our clothes, stole your car, and left us here stranded. If anything, we should be angry at her, not at each other."

"You know what? You're right. It's her we should be mad at. I'm getting Christine back if it's the last thing I do." I nodded decisively. "But first, I really think we need some clothes. I feel exposed."

Eric grimaced. "Yeah, it's getting kind of cold, but what are we supposed to do? They took our clothes. Let's just start walking. Maybe we'll warm up while we get back to civilization and find a phone."

We both had the same thought just as he said that last part, and we turned to look at each other. "Phone! Damn it!"

Fuck. I hadn't even thought of that. They took our phones and our wallets, along with our clothes, my car, and our dignity. They literally left us with nothing. How the hell were we supposed to find our way out?

I guess we probably weren't, at least not for a while. She wanted us to be stuck here for God knew how long. Maybe she even wanted us to rot here, but I wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. I was going to find my way off of this deserted highway, find Emma van der Bilt, get my car back, and kidnap her and her stupid friend. Again. Except this time, they wouldn't escape. I would make sure of that.

Eric sighed, bringing me back to reality. "Let's just go."

I nodded and started walking, but I stopped when a thought hit me all of a sudden. I bent down and grabbed a handful of grass. "Hey! I bet we could make clothes out of grass. I mean, people used to do that back then, right? And Hawaiians! They do it, don't they?"

Eric looked at me for a second before saying, "Just walk."

"It was just a suggestion..."

We walked in utter silence for a while, occasionally tripping over something or cursing because we stepped on something sharp or hard.

"Evil! She's pure evil!" I yelled after stepping on a piece of broken glass. That was going to leave a scar. "I swear to God, when we find her..."

"Dad wants her alive, Will."

"Relax. I'm not gonna kill her." I rolled my eyes. "She'll be alive. She'll just wish she weren't."

"I'm sure. Right now, I think she's got the upper hand," Eric said. "Who has your car and her freedom, and who's stuck walking in his boxers?"

"She doesn't have the upper hand. This is only a partial victory for her." Whose side was he on, anyways? Had he forgotten that he'd also been left here to die? She was an enemy to us both. She was going down.

"Do you feel like jumping off a cliff right now?" He glanced over at me.

"If I step on one more piece of glass, yeah," I grumbled irritably.

"Then she has the upper hand."

"Not for long! I'm telling you, Eric, we're gonna find her and take her again. She won't escape this time, and we'll make her life absolutely fucking miserable while we have her. She'll live in the basement. No, she'll live in the doghouse we have in our backyard. Or maybe the garage. We haven't cleaned that thing in a while, have we?"

"Not that I remember."

"Good. Then we'll put her there. We'll feed her out of the dog bowl, and same goes for water!"

"Our dog died a year ago. That's disgusting."

I smirked. "Exactly. And every day, we'll remind her she's drinking out of a dead dog's water bowl."

Eric just rolled his eyes.

"Actually, you know what? We'll only feed her dog food." I paused. "Can humans survive off of dog food?"

"I don't think so..."

"Damn it. Well, we'll feed her something that tastes like it could be dog food, and we'll give her water from the faucet. No fancy mineral water or any of that shit."

"Whatever you say."

"She'll have to dress in rags. No Dolce and Gabbana," I crooned in a high voice, mimicking her when she was screaming at me about ruining her dress. "Only rags!"

"Mmm-hmm."

"We'll bring in rats and bugs from outside so the ones that already live there can get it on with them and make more bugs and rats or something. Hey, maybe they'll make rat-bug hybrids or something!"

Eric looked at me. "Will, that's not genetically possible."

"Damn it. Oh well. We'll... we'll give her no source of entertainment so watching the bugs and rats—not rat-bug hybrids— get closer and closer will be the only thing she can do to make the time pass!"

"Yup."

"We'll cut off all of her hair and make her look like a guy so she'll be unrecognizable to her family. And so she'll look ugly." I had a feeling there wasn't much I could do to make that girl look ugly, but it was worth a shot.

"Don't even bother. She could pull off the short-haired look. Hell, she could go bald if she wanted. Her face is pretty enough."

I'd been having the same thoughts, but that didn't stop me from smacking him. I began to walk faster, adrenaline pushing me forward. For some reason, these ingenious plans of mine were encouraging me to keep moving. "Then I'll rub some dirt on her face a few times a day. We'll only let her shower once a week, and the same goes for brushing her teeth! And she'll have to use the outhouse we have out back if she needs to go to the bathroom."

This was going to be great. This girl was probably used to being treated like a queen. She nearly had an aneurysm when her expensive little dress was put in jeopardy. Imagine how she would react when she found out what kind of conditions she'd be living in. I'd have to take a picture of her face when she saw her new home; death would be the better option to her.

"Are you done yet?" Eric asked.

"No."

He just rolled his eyes at me. Asshat. "And what about the friend?"

"We'll take her, too. She knows too much, and she's seen us. Probably knows our names by now, thanks to our driver's licenses."

"Does that plan of yours extend to the friend, too?" Eric raised an eyebrow at me.

"Maybe. If she gets on my bad side."

"Right. Of course."

I glared at my brother. He didn't sound very confident in my plan, or in any of this, for that matter. Well, he would see, then. Emma van der Bilt was going to be at my mercy before anyone knew it.

All of a sudden, Eric burst into laughter, making me forget all about my irritation. It was just so weird. "What? Why are you laughing?"

Eric just continued chuckling to himself.

"What could possibly be funny at a time like this?" I asked incredulously. I didn't see any humor in this situation.

"Nothing. It's just that I was right."

"About what?" I demanded.

"Emma van der Bilt." Eric's lips twitched upward as he fought a new wave of laughter.

"What about her?"

"Nothing. It's just that I don't think she's interested in fooling around with you. I think she's more interested in using you as a dummy for target practice."

I shot him a dirty look. "Laugh it up all you want. You'll see. This is only a battle that she's won, and this is war. And I'm going to win this war." I picked up the pace, determined to find a way off of this road. The faster we found our way back, the faster we could get revenge on Emma van der Bilt. I abruptly stopped walking when I stepped on yet another piece of broken glass. "Fuck!"

"Do you think every piece of glass you step on counts as a battle won in her name?" Eric asked, quickly catching up to me.

"Screw you!"

***

First things first, my apology (this is becoming a habit. Not a good one, either.) SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. I WON'T TAKE SO LONG AGAIN BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Now that that's out of the way, I can move on.

I really liked writing this chapter. Will is a fun character. He's funny and kind of stupid and crazy. Lolol. Just my kind of guy! I'm gonna keep adding his POV. I like writing in it.

Oh, and guess what? I'M BACK! And not like, "Oh, I have some free time this weekend so I'm gonna say that I'm back but I'm actually kind of lying" back. It's "I actually have a ton of free time because I'm out on summer break and plan on purposely not having a life so I can enjoy the laptop I'm getting for my birthday and catch up on my writing and once again be a part of my Wattpad-Facebook community" back.

Yes, you're supposed to be confused.

Anyhoo.

I hope you guys liked it! Tell me what ya think!