Part 3
They had this awesome buffet thing going on - English muffins, with pancakes and syrup, and some eggy stuff. I grabbed a plate and loaded it with yumminess - this is why I love buffets so much. You can never finish.
I shoved some french toast in my mouth, chewing, swallowing as quickly as I could. Maan was watching me distastefully, nibbling at his strawberry. God, he was looking like a girl. 😆
"What's your Dad's number?" he finally asked, his eyes following the spoon which was going rapidly from my mouth to my yummy cereal bowl. "I should make a call quick."
I almost choked on my yummy chocolatey cereal. Damn, should I give it to him? I'd slept on it, but the whole prospect of returning home was...just...bleeeurghhh!!! I really didn't want to leave so soon. I was actually having fun.
Trying to figure out what to say, I stared into the distance. Then my eyes focused and widened.
OH CRAP!!!!!!!
"Maan, we have to leave right now! Do you have your stuff?"
He frowned, and tapped his pockets.
"My clothes are upstairs, but my wallet and... weapon is with me." Weapon? Oh right, Gun. 😛
"Leave them," I whispered, "We have to leave now!"
"Why?"
"Behind you, there is a man. Don't look!" I hissed, when he semi-turned around.
"What's he doing?"
"He's reading the newspaper."
"Does he secretly have a bomb or something?"
I looked at him disbelievingly.
"You're not being serious, are you?"
He looked at me, his face completely straight face.
"can't you tell me?"
I shook my head, semi-smiling.
"No, he hasn't got a bomb. It's the newspaper."
"Is that a secret Bomb?"
"NO... It's the picture in the newspaper."
" Is that a picture of a bomb?"
"Nooo, arghhh, what is up with you and BOMB!"
He smirked, thata smirk was somehow cute and dashing, boyish and cocky at the same time. Damn my heart was beating so fast.
"It's a guy thing."
"Sure. NO, it's not a picture of a bomb. It's a picture of me."
"What!?" he hissed, his smile gone. He spun around fully, to glance at the paper and I knew he saw the front cover - a photoshopped picture of me at my birthday party, eating cake. ( Oh LORD! AGAIN eating!) There was the message, written in block black letters.
YOUNG HEIRESS, GEET IS MISSING
Oh my God. Dad worked fast. He's bought them into printing that on every front page - it gave him the image of caring father. He must have thought it will help his ego or something. No way did he actually care in real life.
"What do we do now?" he hissed. WE??
"LEAVE, now."
He nodded in mutual agreement, I hid my face by pressing it into his jacket. Maan ran his fingers into my already messed up hairs, ( they don't have a hair brush, okay?) I'm guessing to make look different from the photo or something. There was practically no need - when that photo was taken, I had short, cropped hair, and make up on. And trust me my make-up artists are really good. Maybe that's another thing that increased my father's ego - that he had a "perfect" pretty daughter. Darn him.
"Should we check out?" he muttered. Oh right now it was me in charge now? he was the worst kidnapper I had ever seen in my life.
"No," I whispered, "I've paid last night, we'll just leave."
We past the receptionist and slowly we walked through the wide front doors. I shivered - I'd left my hoodie in our room.
"Where did you park the car?" I muttered, peeking in the direction we are going. he gestured vaguely at the Car Park A, and we slowly made our way there.
"Shit!" he hissed.
"What?"
"There are cops around my car, They are checking my plate."
I drew back completely to look at his face.
"Please, don't tell me you changed your license plate?" I asked in a calm voice that was so not what I was feeling inside. "You are an Idiot!" I hit him on his chest. "what kind of god- damn kidnapper are you?"
"Shhh," he closed my mouth with his hand, "The cops will hear you."
"I doh coo!" I said, muffled. 'I Don't care!' was what I was going for. "Lemme go you bahstad!" 'Let me go you bas***d!' I licked his hand, and he automatically let me go.
"Oh GOD, that's so gross! What the hell you do that for?" he yelled forgetting the cops. He rubbed his licked hand on his shirt, glaring at me reproachfully.
"You're the one who stopped me from breathing." I said, calmly but dragging him behind the bushses, away from the cops at the same time.
"I left your nose open! you could breathe fine!" he hissed, but following me at the same.
"I don't like breathing through my nose."
He glared at me.
" Why the hell do humans have noses, then?"
I thought about that one,. as i peered through the bushes and stared at the cops. They were writing his number plat down. MAybe it was just a ticket! But, if it was, then why were there about five of them, looking all serious?
"To smell food."
"Yes, but you need to breathe in through your nose to smell food. Don't you know that?"
I sighed, GOD, he is such a clean freak. He was really not letting this one go. I shoved my finger into his mouth and then pulled it out, wiping the gross saliva on my jeans, turning back to the cops.
"There," I hisses, "We are even. Can you please let it go, and concentrate on what's important?"
He didn't respond, maybe he was in a shock.
Oh crap, one of the officers had a paper in his hand, with my picture on it. I'm pretty sure that Dad would have put a reward up. I think a hundred thousand dollars would be enough incentive for a cop to go snooping around. The cop holding the giant picture of my face pointed at it, gesturing to car. Shit! it was really about me.
"ARGH!!!" Maan yelled, suddenly exploding."What is wrong with you? are you still a bloody girl? That was disgusting!!!"
"Ah" I sighed, "Now you've done it the cops are looking over here now."
He fell silent.
"They are coming over here! You idiot."
"What do we do now?" he asked
"How much you are against stealing?"
"Right now? not at all."
"Good, cuz i am planning a grand auto theft."
I said grinning, turning towards the second car park B, that was in the opposite direction, away from the cops.
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"Woohooo!!!!!!" I yelled, "This is awesome!"
Maan grinned back at me.
"Kind of makes your old car seem like a pile of crap.right?"
He sort of smiled and frowned at the same time.
"You take that back. That car was a classic."
"By, classic you mean "very old" right?"
He death-glared at me, I smirked back innocently. We'd found the best car - Cadillac convertible.
I turned on the radio - after all, I was the one who hijacked the car, so I could be at least be in charge of music, right? It was automatically tuned to some classical music station, I liked classical music too, okay? Well, not liked, but more like endured. I could bring ,myself to admit that I was pretending to like classical music because I was trying to impress Maan. I wasn't okay, I was trying to assert my dominance..
We were silent for couple of minutes, listening to music, and the sound of the coke, which I was sipping. For the first time, he was the one who broke it.
"My father died." He said.
I choked on the coke, and snapped my head towards him.
"What!?"
"He died like spring. My mom never had a job, not a proper one. Suddenly she had all these responsibilities, bills, and things to do. She struggled a lot, supporting me and my sister. In the end, she gave my sister to aunt to look after her. She had too much pride to ask for money from our relatives, and the banks won't lend her anymore... not when she had hopes of paying them back. She ripped our family apart, for her own pride."
He was telling me his story?!!!!!!!
Then he looked at me.
"I'm sorry for kidnapping you and putting you in through this."
I looked away from him, and an annoying tear escaped out of my eye.
"It's fine, can we stop at a gas station?"
He nodded and after a couple of minutes, he pulled over. I ran into the women's washroom, and slumped down. I was right. He wasn't a bad guy - of course he wasn't. I cried for a while until my tears were gone. Until today, I never cried for anyone but for me and my life.
When i was done, I cleaned up my face and left, faced him.
"Shall we go and make that call now?" I asked smiling.
He nodded and seemed happy i understood and wasn't blaming him.
In the dirty, dingy, disgusting trashcan of gas station's washroom, there were two halves of a credit card, which had my signature at the back. Hidden under the layers of tissues.
I was going all out now. I wasn't going to let myself get ransomed back, not when i could save him. Dad knew how this worked - he would give them the money, find him and prosecute him. NO criminal could escape, not when my Father had could pay off every cop, detective, government official in the world. They were captured them every time. I couldn't let that happen to him, who just wanted to rescue his family.
I was going to save him.
Precap~~ "If you were going to threaten me with a water pistol, you could have atleast emptied the barrel.That's just embarrassing, you know, for you."
"Could you please at least pretend that you are scared? it hurts my ego."
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