and approached the house.
* * *
T he woman was insane . She had been sitting on the edge of the stairs for the past ten minutes just staring at me. I couldn’t tell if she was thinking of something to say or thinking of ways to cook me. Everything about her was horrid. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her teeth looked yellow. She no doubt was into meth. She had a tattoo of someone’s name on her arm and she dressed like she was a hooker. Duke hadn’t been much better. Thin, long hair, sunken face, a mischievous look in his eye. They both had to be half-baked to think they could get away with this. The FBI would be scouring towns. Our faces were all over the media.
“Ever thought about turning yourself in?”
“No. But I have thought about keeping you here.”
She came over and began unbuttoning my shirt.
“I just want a little peek.”
I tried to push her away with my head as my hands were tied behind my back but it was useless. I felt this leathery hand go into my shirt. Her lip curled up revealing a gap where a tooth should have been. She tweaked my nipple, before pulling away.
“Duke has to go out in the morning. Meet with our contact. I’m thinking you and me can have a little play time.”
I raised both eyebrows.
“Come now. I’ve seen the way you have been undressing me with your eyes,” she said.
The woman was really crazy.
She came in close, tore open her top and shoved my face into her breasts. I wanted to vomit right there and then. Her skin smelled like a dirty ashtray. She hadn’t washed in days, maybe weeks. It was sick. When she let go I spat at her. I don’t know why I did it, as I knew what would follow.
She put her whole body into it this time, and brought a fist down that split my lower lip. I spat blood on the floor.
“Oh you like it rough, don’t you,” she said.
“Fuck you, you nasty bitch,” I replied.
I regretted saying that immediately after she throttled me a few more times.
* * *
W hen I reached the house , I hugged the wall with my back. I edged down to see what was going on down in the basement. The window was dirty, covered in soil. I wiped it and bolted back when I saw the woman. I peeked again, and this time I saw Chase. He was on his knees. I could see a small amount of blood on the floor. She was shaking her fist at him. Her face was full of rage.
I needed to get in there. Get him out. Get us away from here. The whole farmhouse and location reminded me of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre . It had that creepy, inbred feel to it. I moved around the house until I was at the back door. They had one of those creaky wooden storm doors. The screen was torn. I could still hear them moving around inside.
Should I wait until they had gone to bed? But then they might hear me.
If I went now, and they heard me moving, unless they were together they might think it was just the other one.
I decided against it. It was better to wait until they were asleep. At least that way I could sneak in unnoticed. Until then I would wait just beyond the tree line. I would make sure, that if they did come out, they wouldn’t be able to spot me. Under the shadow of night, I could then get in and out without them knowing.
Sitting in the brush I had to wonder how it had all come to this. Never in a million years could I have imagined myself out on tour with Chase Bryan. Add to that being kidnapped by two crazy lunatics. All I needed to do was take a trip to rehab and I would have experienced the entire country rock career in a matter of a few months.
I must have sat there for an hour. I watched a deer pass by. I couldn’t see any homes in the area. They must have lived way out in the boonies. I had considered running. Seeing if I could find another house. Someone might have a phone. I even moved through the trees but the branches cut into my feet. My joints were aching, my feet cold. Where my shoes were was anyone’s guess. Though I had a feeling she had taken them. I kept having to get up
* * *
T he woman was insane . She had been sitting on the edge of the stairs for the past ten minutes just staring at me. I couldn’t tell if she was thinking of something to say or thinking of ways to cook me. Everything about her was horrid. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her teeth looked yellow. She no doubt was into meth. She had a tattoo of someone’s name on her arm and she dressed like she was a hooker. Duke hadn’t been much better. Thin, long hair, sunken face, a mischievous look in his eye. They both had to be half-baked to think they could get away with this. The FBI would be scouring towns. Our faces were all over the media.
“Ever thought about turning yourself in?”
“No. But I have thought about keeping you here.”
She came over and began unbuttoning my shirt.
“I just want a little peek.”
I tried to push her away with my head as my hands were tied behind my back but it was useless. I felt this leathery hand go into my shirt. Her lip curled up revealing a gap where a tooth should have been. She tweaked my nipple, before pulling away.
“Duke has to go out in the morning. Meet with our contact. I’m thinking you and me can have a little play time.”
I raised both eyebrows.
“Come now. I’ve seen the way you have been undressing me with your eyes,” she said.
The woman was really crazy.
She came in close, tore open her top and shoved my face into her breasts. I wanted to vomit right there and then. Her skin smelled like a dirty ashtray. She hadn’t washed in days, maybe weeks. It was sick. When she let go I spat at her. I don’t know why I did it, as I knew what would follow.
She put her whole body into it this time, and brought a fist down that split my lower lip. I spat blood on the floor.
“Oh you like it rough, don’t you,” she said.
“Fuck you, you nasty bitch,” I replied.
I regretted saying that immediately after she throttled me a few more times.
* * *
W hen I reached the house , I hugged the wall with my back. I edged down to see what was going on down in the basement. The window was dirty, covered in soil. I wiped it and bolted back when I saw the woman. I peeked again, and this time I saw Chase. He was on his knees. I could see a small amount of blood on the floor. She was shaking her fist at him. Her face was full of rage.
I needed to get in there. Get him out. Get us away from here. The whole farmhouse and location reminded me of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre . It had that creepy, inbred feel to it. I moved around the house until I was at the back door. They had one of those creaky wooden storm doors. The screen was torn. I could still hear them moving around inside.
Should I wait until they had gone to bed? But then they might hear me.
If I went now, and they heard me moving, unless they were together they might think it was just the other one.
I decided against it. It was better to wait until they were asleep. At least that way I could sneak in unnoticed. Until then I would wait just beyond the tree line. I would make sure, that if they did come out, they wouldn’t be able to spot me. Under the shadow of night, I could then get in and out without them knowing.
Sitting in the brush I had to wonder how it had all come to this. Never in a million years could I have imagined myself out on tour with Chase Bryan. Add to that being kidnapped by two crazy lunatics. All I needed to do was take a trip to rehab and I would have experienced the entire country rock career in a matter of a few months.
I must have sat there for an hour. I watched a deer pass by. I couldn’t see any homes in the area. They must have lived way out in the boonies. I had considered running. Seeing if I could find another house. Someone might have a phone. I even moved through the trees but the branches cut into my feet. My joints were aching, my feet cold. Where my shoes were was anyone’s guess. Though I had a feeling she had taken them. I kept having to get up
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