Chapter 1 {No name for the story yet x3}

When I woke up we were still on the train. Jeez how long were we going to be on here? I looked over to Schyler to see he was sleeping and so was Damien. No one else was on the train. Luckily I still had my backpack. Maybe my cell phone was in it. I grabbed my backpack up off the floor and dug through the many pockets. My cell phone was in the small side pocket. The screen flashed to show that I had three missed calls and two text messages.

I didn’t bother to check the missed calls, because it might wake Schyler and Damien. The first message was from Katie and it said, ‘Ana, where are you?’ The next one was from Ashley and it said, ‘ Ana, your mom is looking for you and she is really worried. What happened? Are you ok? Where are you?’ Just like Ashley to leave a message like that.

I felt Schyler stir in his sleep next to me, and I quickly put the phone in the pouch pocket of my jacket, and sat my bag back on the floor. I sat back in my seat and pretended I wasn’t doing anything. Schlyer shook his head and opened his eyes.

“When did you wake up?” he asked in a tired voice.

“Uh, just a few minutes ago,” I said. “Why?”

He gave me a slight glare. “Don’t ask why. Just answer,” he said. All tiredness in his voice gone and replaced with a threatening tone.

“Sorry,” I said quietly. “Is it ok if I ask something different?”

He rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat. “Depends. What is it?” He asked.

“How much longer are we going to be on this train?”

“Just a few more minutes.”

I nodded my head and laid it back against the window. I was planning on sending the girls a text, but now I would have to wait till I was either away from these two, or when they are both back in a deep sleep. Schyler sat up in his seat and looked out of the windows a few seats in front of us.

“We’re here,” he said as he got up. He smacked Damien in the side of the head and he quickly got up.

Schyler waited till I was in front of him so he could make sure I didn’t run. Of course I couldn’t now. I had him behind me and Damien in front. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. We walked to the sliding doors and stepped out. Schyler grabbed my forearm and held a firm grip, but no so much to where it would hurt. I have no idea where we were when we got to the top of the stairs.

“Um, I have to use the bathroom,” I said quickly. Maybe this could be my chance to contact my friends.

Schyler rolled his eyes and looked annoyed. “Can’t it wait?” He asked.

I slowly shook my head and he sighed angrily. “Fine,” he said. “Come on.” He led me to some bathrooms outside a building.

He took my bag off my shoulder before I went in. I locked the door right after I got in and took out my phone. First I would text Ashley. ‘Hey! I think I just got kidnapped…it was by those two guys that we saw standing on the corner the other night, but don’t worry I’m ok.’ I sent her the message. I knew I couldn’t stay long in here and Ashley would probably just tell everyone anyway. They would start getting suspicious. So I made sure my phone was set for lights only and put it back in my pocket. After flushing the toilet, just in case they could hear, I opened the door and found them both leaning against a waist high wall that only went halfway around the bathroom walls and was made out of bricks on bottom and cream colored cement on top.

“Took you long enough,” Schyler sighed as he waiting for me to walk in front of him, considering Damien already started to walk off.

“I’m a girl ok. I take a little longer than guys,” I said.

“Yea, whatever,” he grabbed my arm again and lead me behind Damien.

“You don’t have to hold onto me. Its not like I’m going to run away,” I said. That doesn’t sound a like a bad idea.

Schyler didn’t say anything, but still held a firm tight grip. We walked along the cream colored cement sidewalk; it was a little brown, because of all the dirt, it had a fence beside it with bushes behind it. There were many huge buildings, thrift shops, grocery stores, book stores, a mall, and a mini mart. Up ahead, we were getting close to a hotel that had a large pool out in the front.

“Wait here,” Schyler said as we approached the hotel.

Damien stayed beside me and we watched as Schyler walked into the front office of the hotel. Maybe we were staying here. Or he was just getting directions. The first guess sounded better. I leaned against a silver steel lamp post and kicked at the grey, white, and black, gravel beneath my feet. It took him a few minutes, but Schyler came out with a key that had a blue plastic rectangular shape hooked to the end of it and had the number 210 written in bold white letters.

“Come on lets go,” he said as he led us up two flights of stairs and came to a dark blue door.

He stuck the key in and the red light on the handle turned green after a few seconds. He opened the door to reveal a two bedroom apartment. The beds were neatly folded with the pillows tucked under the blankets in a sort of fancy fashion. The comforter was a dark blue silk blanket with white sheets beneath it. A nightstand stood in the middle of the two beds with a lamp placed in the middle and a phone on its left side. The walls were a cream color with paintings on the wall of a farm house, a horse, and a bird. There was a TV against the wall in the middle that sat on a long table with three draws and on the left side an open space, another door in the middle, and another open space on the right side. Across the room when you walk through the door you could see a mirror above a large white granite sink with a mini refrigerator underneath it. There were little packets of soap, shampoo, and conditioner placed neatly on the left side of the sink. The TV and table were against the left side of the wall and the beds and other things were on the right side.

I walked over to the bed that was closest to the wall and flopped down on it and spread out my arms. “Why are we staying here?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows.

“We need to rest a little and we still have a little ways to go. It’s not so far now,” Schlyer sighed.

“Wait a minute,” Damien said as he looked at the two beds. “I’m defiantly not sleeping with Schyler, but I might take a second guess with you.”

I looked over to Schyler, pleading with my eyes. It was no telling what Damien might end up doing. Schyler sat on the edge at the foot of the bed I was on. “You’re lucky I can be nice sometimes,” he said as he looked at me, then turned his attention to Damien. “I’ll stay with her,” Damien pouted, but shrugged it off and fell back on one of the pillows.

Schyler turned to me and held out his hand. I tilted my head in confusion the smiled innocently. I smacked his hand, like someone giving you a high five. “Ha, very funny,” he said irritated. “Now give me your phone.”

I was surprised. How did he know? “Oh, I looked through your backpack while you were in the bathroom and noticed you didn’t have your cell phone and don’t try to lie, because I know you have one,” he said in a bored tone.

“That’s invasion of privacy!” I shouted in astonishment.

He laughed bitterly. “Just give me the damn phone,” he growled.

“Okay, jeez here,” I said as I took out my phone and handed it to him.

Schyler took the phone and stuck it his jean pocket. He threw my backpack to me and it almost hit me in the face. I glared and he smirked. I dug threw it, looking for any other clothes, but I don’t think I had any. I don’t normally carry clothes with me in my bag. Schyler got up and headed to the bathroom, I was assuming he either had to go or he was going to take a shower.

Maybe I would take one after him. That is if he didn’t use up all the hot water. I looked over to the other bed and saw that Damien had fallen asleep. He must have been really tired. I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep considering how long it took Schyler, but he finally came out of the bathroom. His hair was damp looking. He had his shirt in his hands; he only had on his baggy faded blue jeans. He threw is shirt in the left hand corner of the sink.

“Took you long enough,” I said as I hopped off the bed and walked past him to the bathroom.

“Deja vu huh?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I didn’t pay any attention to him, after I had shut the bathroom door, I looked at the bathroom. It was small with a toilet in the left hand corner and right in the middle was a normal sized tube with a translucent shower curtain hung around it. There was barely enough room to move around. I had to hurry up with the shower, because Schyler had used a lot of hot water and a lot of shampoo and conditioner packets. Not to mention the body wash packets as well.

I trudged out of the bathroom, my normally shoulder length brown hair seemed a little shorter now that it was wet and hung slightly in my face. Schyler was leaned back against the bed frame on a pillow watching the news. I was wearing the only robe. It was a silk pearl white robe that was tightly tied around my waist. Schyler saw me and gave me a weird look.

“I refuse to wear the same clothes to bed and again tomorrow,” I said as I grabbed my clothes and put them in the sink. I poured the last of the body wash into the sink after I had filled it up with warm water. Slowly I began to wash my clothes.

“You mean…your not wearing anything under that robe?” Schyler asked with a hint of flirting in his voice.

I didn’t answer. After the clothes were finished, I hung them up on the sliver bars to dry. “I’m going to sleep,” I announced as I climbed into the bed, my back facing Schyler, and closed my eyes. I just hoped he would try anything, but I didn’t think he would.

I felt the bed shift and heard the TV being turned off. Schyler must be going to sleep as well. I didn’t really care either way. Part of me wanted to hurry and go to sleep and the other just wanted to go home and forget about all this.

Somewhere along the line I woke up in the middle of the night. I know this, because the blue velvet curtains were pulled back, and it was still dark outside. As tempting as it was to try and runaway, I had no idea where I was, and I’m afraid of going out into the dark alone. Schyler shifted in his sleep and turned to his side so he was facing me. Sighing I laid back down and tried to go back to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of something falling to the ground with a thud. Groggily I sat up and yawned. I rubbed my eyes and saw Damien sitting up from the floor. Schyler wasn’t in the room and I don’t think he was in the bathroom either, because the door was open. Damien looked like he was just coming out of it too.

“Where’d Schyler go?” I asked as I got up from the bed and tightened the sash around my waist.

Damien picked himself up from the floor and shook his head to get some of the water out of his hair. “He went to go get us some clothes,” he said.

“You mean, I could have just left my dirty clothes alone without washing them?” I asked bewildered.

Damien smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Yea, I guess so,” he said.

If I wasn’t so shy and nice, most of the time, I think I would have killed both of them, but they looked like they could break me in half without breaking a sweat. I sat back down on the bed and turned the TV on. Hopefully Schyler would bring back more things than just clothes.

Soon the door opened to reveal Schyler carrying some plastic bags. He sat them down on the bed and started to take the things out. Lucky us. He had gotten all three of us clothes, deodorant, hair brush, toothbrushes, and a bottle of toothpaste.

I grabbed a black t-shirt that had a red broken heart on it, my other under garments, and a pair of light blue jeans with black stitching. I ran to the bathroom before the others had a chance to grab it, and changed. When I got out Schyler went in after me, I walked over to the bags, grabbed a green toothbrush, took the toothpaste, and began to scrub my teeth. I rinsed my mouth out and put the toothbrush and toothpaste back in the bags. Damien and Schyler, basically, did the same thing I did. Schyler was wearing baggy black jeans with red stitching and a black shirt with a skull and cross guitars on it. Damien wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a white t-shirt with a weird design on the front.

I had a feeling we would be leaving soon. So I slipped on my ankle socks and put my skate shoes back on. I put on my black and white striped jacket and slung my bag over my shoulders.

“Come on, we have a little ways to go now,” Schyler said as he walked to the door and waited for us to follow.

Sighing I got up and reluctantly followed. I didn’t bother to ask where we were going, because I figured that they wouldn’t tell me no matter how much I tried. We didn’t walk long. We came to a bus stop and got on it, since it was already waiting there. Damien and I followed Schyler to the back of the buss. Schyler waited till I sat down and he sat beside me and Damien sat in front of us. The bus had some sort of movie playing on four small TV’s, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it.

At the corner of my eye I saw Schyler stiffen. He was looking around him like he was about to be shot. “Are you ok?” I asked him.

He shook his head, like he was shaking thoughts away from him, then he nodded. “Yea, I’m fine,” he said, but he still looked tensed.

Damien turned around in his seat and gave his attention to Schyler. “You feel that?” He asked in a low whisper.

Schyler nodded his head. “Yea,” he said in a low whisper as well. “Just don’t act like you know, but keep your eyes open.”

Damien nodded and turned back around into his seat. Ok, that was slightly weird. The bus stopped and Schyler stood up. Guess this was our stop. All three of us walked off the bus and it drove away as soon as we were on the sidewalk. We were about to walk off when some guy with long black hair that hung in his face, piercing orange eyes, and a look that could kill, walked up to us. He was as tall as Schyler, but a little bit more built in the muscle. He had a lip ring in the left corner of his mouth and his face was narrow.

“Well hello Schyler,” he said in a menacing voice and with an evil smirk. Schyler glared at this newcomer and I had a feeling this wouldn’t turn out so good.