Cliche by ninja jinx (interesting books to read in english .TXT) 📕

“Just take us to where she is” I said in annoyance and he just raised his fingers up and did the sign of the peace before stumbling down the street. So maybe it wasn’t safe to trust a dodgy looking bloke, but I was tired, smelly and anyway I had a very capable fighter who I was willing to sacrifice known as Hunter. If all turned bad then I would just throw Hunter and bolt with Sarah. Perfect plan really.

“Are you sure this is a good idea Frills?” he questioned and I snorted.

“Scared are we?” I asked cockily as I sauntered after the stumbling stoned man.

“No, but I wouldn’t want you to get hurt” and as I was about to go ‘aww’ he had to ruin it by saying “because I think you’ll be too heavy to carry home”.

Dick.

Chapter 14: Part 2

To say I wasn’t impressed would be like saying my brother was a cross-dressing nun. The truth was I was appalled by the state of the room Hunter and I stood in. I could actually distinctly smell the urine, vomit and dirty socks which wafted through the place, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I found a dead rat’s nest in here. Of course that would entitle me to go through all the clothes piled high on the couch crammed to the side and it was something I was hoping never to do.

“Where is she?” Hunter asked as he took a step closer to me, his face contorted into something, well, weird and odd.

“Who?” the man asked as he took a long drag from his cigarette and I was starting to wonder if this was such a safe idea, especially since Hunter looked as if at any moment he would snap the guys neck off. I was more afraid for the stone dead guy than us at that moment.

“Sarah” I said in a ‘duh’ tone, my gag reflex instantly turning on as the smoke infected my innocent lungs untainted from smoke and drugs.

“Oh, that chick” he said as if by sudden realization and I felt like slapping my forehead and face palming. “Yeah, she’s in room moaning about another chick called Whinny or something”.

Who the hell was Whinny? I thought as the guy pointed us in, what I thought to be the room’s direction. Following my instinct, Aka Hunter we both entered an adjoined room covered in darkness. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust but by then I realized that that heap I thought before to be a pillow was actually a person who was starting to shift around. Of course, I thought it was a person…

“Hello?” a groggy voice enquired and the breath I had been holding either from the smoke or smell was let out that it was audible.

“Oh my god Sarah?” I called but was only met by silence that I thought she had passed out or worse died.

“Who, I'm Tim?”

Now we cue this really long silence where both Hunter and I don’t know how to react. I mean come on; we were prepared to meet her after this whole goose chase only to find that ‘Sarah’ is this random Goth dude. Unless she performed an operation and did a complete 180 in her gender then this wasn’t her and we had just been dragged up here and into someone’s strange home.

“You’re not her” I accused rather stupidly because I felt the need to fill in the silence and the guy just shrugged helplessly. Again with the huge silences I thought as it descended awkwardly on us and it just became a whole new awkward as a random girl came up from the bed. I squinted for a moment thinking and praying it was Sarah only to realize it was one of those plastics from school. So she was moaning another girls name?

Wow how embarrassing for her I thought, to be caught doing the dirty deed by the school nerd while moaning a completely different name than the one in the bed I thought and then I felt a warm hand in mine. It was big and quickly glancing back to confirm I wasn’t being raped I saw Hunter sending me the look of ‘let’s get out of here’. And I totally agree because this whole plot just went totally of story.

Where the hell was that girl? Was she even thinking on how worried I would be when I came to find she was gone like a poof of air. She was pregnant for bloody's sake with a baby that was the principles!

I understood quite well that this story was very messed up and wasn't even making sense anymore but god damit I was pissed. First she came to me for help and then pranced of like a stupid blue smurf.

"Calm down Isabel" Hunter said (did I even tell him my name?)

He raised his hands up like I was a crazy person on crack, which I may as well be becasue I was walking around still in my clothes.

"First lets get you something else to wear, so lets take you home" he said and I looked at him completely and utterly bewildered.

Take me home?! There might be a rapist on the loose with a machine gun and an elephant thats going to harm Sarah for all I knew, and HUnter wanted to go home? Was he crazy? This was a life and death sitaution, never mind the fact that I didn't even know if Sarah and I were even friends. I felt more like her mother than anything.

Ok, so maybe I was a little bit crazy for what I did next but I have a jolly good reason. Hunter was about to take the car keys from my hands and I knew the moment he took me home he would probably lock me up in the basement till morning. So being the utterly smart and yet stupid girl I am I decided the only course of action is to whack him in the face with a punch so he was kncoked out cold. I was probably going to end up in high securoty jail with grey walls as I dragged him into the backseat. People were going to send the SWAT and FBI on my ass for what could be called kidnapping. But don't worry I wanted to tell them, I didn't plan to do anything wierd...like feel his abs.

That's not the point though, the point is, after I had more or less dumped HUnters knocked out cold body in the backseat I took the drivers side and floored it. I was planning to look this whole area from top to bottom until i found Sarah, even if I had to force myself into some houses just to see if she wasn't being held hostage.

Just imagine the headlines when I saved her, 'girl kidnapper saves prganant hostage' and maybe then I wouldn't go to such a horrible jail and rot with hunger.

"Ah" HUnter said as he stretched behind me and I gasped. And here I thought I whacked him good and clean.

"Why did you hit me?" he asked as he sat up and I tensed. Was he going to attack me while I drove? OMG, how did the kidnapper become the hunted?

"If you hurt me, i'll fling this car over the cliff and we'll both die...."

"Why would I hurt you?" he asked and I gasped.

"I don't know. Aren't you pissed I hit you?" I looked in the review mirror and saw him shrug his very broad shoulders.

"This is you where talking about, the girl who wears weird underwear. Sometimes I even wonder if you are a girl..."

"HEY!" I cried. Yes, I knew that in these past days I have been acting quite strange and crazy but Sarah was rubbing off on me. And anyway Hunter just always caught me at the wrong time. So why, when he said that, did it hurt so much?

Was HUnter becoming more than a hot body to look at? But thats impossible, I barley even know him and-

"Hey why are we driving on a cliff?" HUnter asked and I shrugged.

"Sarah might of been kidnapped by a cult orginasation and might be sacrificed to the demon gods"

"Don't you have to be a virgin?"

"Shut up! I know what I'm doing. They may think that she's a virgin since they can't see she's pregnant"

"Actually no virgin dresses up like her..."

I glared at him.

We were going to see anyway....

Publication Date: 05-02-2013

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