Hey Mr. Kidnapper...Can you give me a ride home? - Page 47

PART 14

{MAan's monologue...}

Where the hell was she?

My mind was spinning, and my vision was a blur. Each heartbeat thudded against my ribcage, and I could barely breathe. My chest constricted, and I wanted to scream out loud.

Where was she?

I could've said I was panicking because it was the money. I would've said that. But'I wasn't. I seriously, honestly just wanted her.

Geet.

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(Geet's monologue...)

I checked the road sign. Strell End. I'd found it. The two warehouses Dad had chosen for the ransom spot. They were depressing enough ' two twin buildings, as empty and cold as each other. It was the kind of thing you'd see in a horror movie. They were both big ' very big. The brown bricks were crumbling, and moss had climbed up the walls, making it look like a mouldy Cadbury's finger.

I collapsed, onto the grassy ground, behind a bush. My stomach hurt like hell. What was this? My heart pounded, and I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I was mad at Maan. I closed my eyes against the pain, gritting my teeth, curling into a little ball. It hurt, it really hurt ' like burning in a white-hot flame, like freezing in solid ice ' but a hundred times worse. A hundred million times worse.

There was a rustling, and suddenly I stopped moving. What was that? Was it Maan?

I peeked through the leaves. It was men'three of them, all well-built, dressed in all black. The way they moved was fluent and silence, and just the way they held themselves told me they were professionals.

This is what my Dad sent to kill Maan.

I almost laughed.

I knew this was coming, and I'd made up my mind to stop it ' I had no idea how, but I promised myself I would stop it. Now, after what he said'should I really stop it? Because really, this was Maan's fault. He'd kidnapped me, for God's sake. He threatened to kill me. He deserved this. He should die. He had to die.

A tear rolled down my cheek.

I couldn't let him die. I couldn't go through that feeling again, like the one I'd had that time, when he was shot.

Even though he was a lying, cheating, kidnapping bas***d, I couldn't let him die. The words came to my mind before I could stop them.

I love Maan.

A little gasp left my lips, and I covered my mouth quickly ' but not quickly enough. The one of three guys ' assassins, I should call them ' spun around. His eyes searched the surroundings, and I tried to keep as silent and as still as possible.

He made eye-contact with me.

No! I can't let myself get caught like this! I can't'not now'

One of his friends put a hand on his arm, and pulled the guy away, saying something I couldn't hear.

My breathing slowed.

They'd gone into the warehouse ' Maan's warehouse. That was it. That was their plan. I was meant to go to the second warehouse.

They would kill him. Of course they would.

My Dad isn't the type of guy who shoved mercy.

I laughed, and a sudden spasm in my stomach turned it into a choke. Damn it, what the hell was wrong with me?

There was a movement in the corner of my eye.

Maan. He'd finally found me.

I should tell him to run, right? I'll get him to run! He could run away, he would be able to escape, and I could come with him, right? We could be together ' even if he didn't want me. Even if he hated me, I'll never let him go.

But the money' His family would die.

Then, I knew what to do.

Should I let him into it?

No, was the immediate response in my mind. I couldn't put Maan into danger ' even if he didn't care about me, I cared about him. I was the only one who could do this. The only one who had the slightest chance of succeeding. But I had to do it now. But'why should I? After all, he didn't even want me. He didn't even like me.

"Maan!" I yelled, showing myself. Maan's face turned towards mine, and lit up in surprise. He ran towards me, his footsteps echoing in the empty street. I led him behind the bushes, and as soon as we were he pulled me into a sudden hug. I was attacked by his smell, and the warmth of his arms. My heart went into over-drive, and it was all I could do to push him away. After all, he didn't want me.

"What time is it?" I asked. My mind was spinning, thinking, calculating. This was my choice. Risk Maan's life, or mine.

You have to do this. For him.

"Two minutes to twelve," he replied, impatiently, "but you know what I said earlier, I '"

"It's alright," I cut in. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to know that he meant it. That would just make it worse. "I get it, okay?"

"Really?" Maan said, looking hopeful. Of course he was hopeful ' all guys hated talking about their feelings.

I can't let Maan die. I have to do this.

"Do you want to go in?"

"What'really?"

"Yeah. This is for your family. You have to go this."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I hissed, gritting my teeth, as pain flitted through my abdomen again. "Let's go."

Maan pulled me into another tight hug, holding me close. This time, it was so much harder to pull out of it. A tear trickled out of my eye, and I wiped it away.

Should I do it to save Maan?

"You're a good person," Maan whispered. "I wish I were as good as you. I'm sorry for everything I've done."

"Yeah," was all I could choke out.

We stayed like that, for a couple more seconds, before I pushed him away again. I instantly hated the cold air that had between us. I had it bad. I really did.

"That Warehouse one, and that's Warehouse two," I said, pointing.

"Right."

"Well, this is goodbye," I said, turning away before he could see my face.

Should I do this? Should I'? Should I save his life?

"Wait!" Maan caught my arm, pulling me back. "That's it?"

"What do you want, then? A big party?"

"No, I just'thought that it would be more."

"Right," I said, smirking at him, trying to ignore the fact that my heart was breaking. "But it's not."

I ran away, before he could see the tears. Should I do it? Should I save his life? Take this chance? Or should I be selfish? Did I really care enough to do this right now? Adrenaline flooded my system. It was preparing.

Now's the choice. Are you going to do this, Geet?

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12.00AM

{Maan's monologue...}

I walked into the warehouse ' the one she had pointed at. It was a vast space, with concrete for floor, bare brick for wall, and only a few windows. There were stacks and stacks of ' presumably empty ' cardboard boxes. I was alert, and I had the gun out ' even if it was a fake, it gave me a little more control. I looked around, waiting for a sound. Nothing.

Then'

"Hello?"

I froze. There was someone here.

"Hello? Are you there?"

It was a frightened man's voice. It was somehow familiar. I tiptoed towards it, the gun in front of me, out and pointed.

There was silence for a while, and I stopped. I could barely see anything. The windows were small and too high, and my eyes were still adjusting. I waited for the man to speak again. Then '

"Hello?!"

I jumped, but managed to keep silent. I was walking towards the voice now, faster and faster. I was running, sprinting towards the back of the warehouse, weaving in and out of the maze of boxes. I probably wouldn't be able to find the way out, but I had no time to worry about it now.

"Can you hear me?"

But'the nearer I got, something got made obvious. The voice was too loud. And it had a tinny, artificial ring to it. What was this? I ran to the spot the voice was coming from, and suddenly, I fell. The sound echoed through the warehouse. I looked down, to see what I'd tripped over. A walkie-talkie.

"Geet? Are you there? Is that you?"

It was Geet's Dad's voice.

Wait, that meant'this was the warehouse Geet was meant to go to. My money ' and my family's safety ' was in the other warehouse. Geet had tricked me. She'd'

Then, the only sound that could break through to me in that moment'

Gunshots. From the other warehouse.

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12.00AM

(Geet's monologue...)

I pulled my hood up. The darkness would do the rest.

The cardboard boxes were set in a maze, and it was impossible to look over them. They'd probably set it up in that way. I smirked. That would make it much more fun.

Maybe I was just kidding myself.

Maybe I was damn scared.

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Originally posted by: 16anyaa.gurti

Sacrifices and Hurt
Uff! The story getting just too thrilling.
But still Geet's abdomen pain is a mystery.
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