What the hell have I done? Taylor thought to himself, "Will you marry me?"
He kicked a stone off the pathway in the park, shivering as cold settled over the rapidly darkening evening. I am such an idiot. Now i've either scared her off for good, or things will always be totally awkward between us. Sitting on a small wooden bench, he pulled his knees towards his chest, in an attempt to both warm and comfort himself. The sun had long set, and Taylor had found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets. I should've trusted her, she wouldn't cheat on me while I was gone. God, I messed everything up.
He sighed, fingering the daisy Jayden had thrown to the ground,"How am I supposed to keep my mind on performing when all I can think about her?"
Taylor paused, as if waiting for the silence to answer him. Then it dawned on him.
"Oh shit! We were supposed to practice!" he cried,"The last thing I need is to have Ike, Zac, and Jayden not talking to me..."
He stood up to leave. If only I had gone home right after the movies, when I was supposed to. I never would've been such an idiot and proposed... Jayden would still love me...
Taylor left the park and crossed an abandoned street, unknowing to a black car creeping slowly up the street. It slowed to stop beside him, and Taylor curiously walked up to the window, expecting to find tourists asking for directions, and praying it wasn't full of screaming girls. In a harsh, cruel way, his prayer was answered because before he could fight or protest, Taylor's wrists and ankles were grabbed a hold of and he was dragged into the backseat by two massive men. These were definately not teenyboppers...
"What the fuck?!" he cried, kicking wildy in the pitch-black car,"Where the hell are you taking me?! Let me out!!"
His frantic questions were silenced when one of the men placed his huge, gloved hand over his mouth. He bent over so his middle-aged face was directly in front of Taylor's.
"We're not gonna hurt you," he said in a deep, menacing voice,"Unless we have to..."
Taylor's eyes filled with horrified tears.
"You understand?"
He nodded quickly, causing the tears to spill onto his cheeks.
"Promise you're not gonna scream or yell or anything?"
Taylor nodded once again, and the hand was removed from his mouth. Despite his agreeing not to, he tried to scream, but his vocal chords wouldn't co-operate and he instead shrunk back against the seat, shaking.
"Let's go," the second man said firmly. The driver, whom Taylor could not distinguish as male or female in the darkness, nodded and the car sped off. Moments later, it turned sharply, causing Taylor to fall into the lap of one of the men.
"Get off me, kid!" he growled, roughly shoving Taylor off of him, consequently into the side of the door. Taylor gasped in pain, rubbing his wrist which had slammed into the window and was now throbbing.
"Aw, gee, sorry 'bout that,"the man said apologetically before laughing loudly, along with his partner. The driver remained silent.
Taylor took a deep, shaky breath,"Please tell me what you're doing! Money, a car, whatever you want, you can have it! Please, just let me out!"
The second man narrowed his eyes,"We want money..."
Taylor sighed in relief. Maybe if I tell 'em i'll write them a check or something and send it to them, they'll let me out. Taylor thought hopefully, But then they'd know I might call the police or something. And these guys do not look like idiots...
"We want a lot of money," the man continued,"More than you and your sissy little brothers could give us."
So he knows about the band, Taylor thought, Great. Where's a bodyguard when you need one?
"How am I supposed to help you get the money?" Taylor asked, his voice shaking.
The first man turned to him,"Oh, you're not gonna actually get the money for us. We've got someone else lined up for that..."
He winked at the second man,"We just have to make sure that no one can find you, it would ruin everything."
"How-how long are you gonna keep me?" Taylor asked quietly.
The second man shrugged,"Until you get caught and shipped off the jail."
"Until I get caught and shipped off to jail?" Taylor repeated,"For what???"
The first man smirked,"Well, technically nothing..."
Taylor frowned,"But how can they do that? I mean, I didn't do anything and-and I know the police aren't that fucked up to send an innocent kid to jail!"
The two men let out small laughs,"Do you watch the news? Innocent men are sent to jail all the time- this is where you come in- while criminal master-minds behind it all are free to cause havoc -in case you didn't know, that's where we come in."
"So, what? You're gonna commit a bunch of crimes, and blame me?" Taylor asked incredulously.
The two men nodded.
Taylor raised his eyebrow,"But they have, like, video surveillance and stuff, and-and despite what you might think, I do not resemble you guys at all..."
"Kid, shut the hell up!" the second man burst out,"When the police see the videos, they'll have no idea that you're not the one who committed the crimes, we've got it all worked out."
"All worked out?" Taylor asked,"What, are you gonna put on a blond wig and pretend you're me? In my humble opinion, your plan is 100% fucked up."
This comment was met with a stinging slap on Taylor's cheek, which was already red because of his tears. His eyes watered again, and he frantically brushed the tears away, for fear it would make the men even more angry if he acted like a wimp.
"Don't you ever, EVER talk to us like that again!," the first man exclaimed angrily,"You belong to us now. We control you."
Taylor let out a small whimper, and nodded as if to say he understood. The car continued down a bumpy road, making many quick turns. A quick glance out the window showed Taylor that they were no longer in Tulsa, but rather on a remote backroad. The rest of the trip was silent. The two men sat back stiffly in their seats, and Taylor leaned against the window, facing away from them. His wrist was now swollen, and if it was nudged or shifted ever so slightly, Taylor had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming out of pain, so it was now resting securely in his lap. As they hit another particularily large bump, however, the force caused his torso to lurch forward, directly onto his wrist.
"Damn!" Taylor cried, grabbing his wrist. The tears were now flowing freely.
One of the men groaned,"How many times do I have to tell you to shut the hell up?"
"So-sorry, but my wrist..." Taylor explained quietly.
"Can't you handle a sprained wrist?" the man asked, shaking his head in disgust,"I expected you to be somewhat of a wimp, but not an all-out baby... Ugh."
Taylor shifted so his wrist could be seen by the men,"Does this look like a simple sprain to you?"
The men glanced at his wrist, to find it was swollen nearly twice its normal size and set at an un-natural angle.
"Great," one man said, turning to the other,"You just had to be an ass and break the kid's wrist."
Broken? Taylor thought, Great, just great. I can tell these guys are skilled doctors... he groaned, Not to mention the band. Piano with a broken wrist? Not likely... But my wrist might be healed by the time they let me go... A quick glance at the two men sent shivers down Taylor's spine... IF they let me go...
Taylor returned his glare to the window.
"Please" he pleaded, not even as loud as a whisper,"Someone help me... Anyone... Please, I don't wanna die..."
~Chapter 11~
~Chapter 9~
~Home~
