The Ransom

Chapter 2

Brooklynne's POV:

I started to groan and my head was killing me! My head fell back and hit something hard making me wince in pain. That sure didn't help my headache any. I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. Everything was dark. I lifted my head up and the pounding in my head increased. Holy crap! My head hurts! I tried to lift my hand to rub my head free of the pain but I couldn't. I tried again with both of my arms and they were both tied down!

As I started to wake up, it wasn't that my eyes wouldn't open, I had something covering them. I could tell I was sitting on something hard and I couldn't move my legs. They were tied to the legs of the chair down by my ankles.

Oh s**t! I screamed in my head as the memory of my panties getting pulled off and here I am sitting in a chair with my legs strapped down and I'm in a mini skirt! s**t s**t! I screamed again in my head. I started to wiggle more trying to pull and tug on the restraints but I wasn't getting anywhere other than making my wrists and ankles sorer.

"Help!" I yelled out.

Ouch! That hurts my head to yell.

"Anyone out there! Please help me!" I screamed as loud as I could, banging the chair on the floor as I wiggled around.

Ooo that smarts. Man, my head hurts. I've never had a hangover before and if this is what it feels like I promise I will never drink again!

My antics stopped the moment I heard the creak of the door open. It sounded like it came from behind me but I couldn't see anything. I listened as the footsteps of whoever walked in getting closer.

"Calm down." A strong British maybe English accent, ah heck! I don't know, sounded behind me.

"What do you want?" I cried out to whoever was in the room with me.

"What do you want from me?" I asked again when I didn't get any answer the first time.

I yelped when the person in the room put his hands on my arms that were tied down and I could feel his presence close to me. Oh please, please don't tell me he's going to rape me. Oh please tell me he's not! He was so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him onto my cold exposed skin.

"It's not you that we want." He said and a gust of air moved around me signaling that he had left.

"We?"

There are others involved? Just great, just great. This is my day from Hell!

"Then why am I here?" I asked, hoping he hadn't walked out of the room and left me again.

"Let's just say, you are the bait." He said as he did an awful evil laugh.

"Bait? What? Bait for what?"

"Not for what, for whom." He responded.

What the hell is going on here! I wiggled more in my chair to try to get free even though I know it was hopeless.

"Let me go!" I yelled out at him, where ever he was at.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't do that." He said as I heard something getting pushed across the floor closer to me.

My heart started to beat so fast that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. What is he going to do to me!

"Get away from me!" I yelled again trying to kick and move but had no luck with anything.

Now I think staying with Cade would have been my better option. At least then I could have decided to go through with it and be okay instead of where ever the hell I am now. Having no idea what is going to happen to me. Heck! I could be killed in the next few minutes and it's not like anyone would even care that I was dead!

My own father would probably be jumping with joy knowing that he would never have to deal with me again or pay for my last year of school or college after that. He would view it as extra income!

I started wiggling more when I felt his presence near me again and his hands went around my head.

"Get away!" I yelled at him again, shaking my head just as he pulled the cloth away from my eyes.

I blinked several times getting my eyes to adjust to the new light that surrounded me. I looked around and saw that I was in a concrete-like room. There was nothing in here and only a dangling light above me. There was an old boxed TV rolled over on a trolley sitting in front of me. It had a camera sitting on top of it facing me. My eyes darted quickly over to the side when the man walked closer and was in my light.

He actually wasn't too bad looking. A lot better than what I was imagining in my head I guess. He was large-framed, maybe a little plump around the middle but not too bad. His hair was a mess and he had a dark stubble growing telling me he really needed to shave. Other than that he wasn't too hard on the eyes.

Brooke! What the Hell are you thinking! He kidnapped you and has you tied to a chair! You shouldn't be assessing how well or how bad he looks!

"What are you doing?" I asked when he walked around to the TV and turned it on and then the camera.

Instantly on the screen was a video of me sitting in the chair. I looked like a mess. My hair was stuck to my face in different areas, my lip was swollen from Cade's fist. My arms where the rope was at showed signs of my struggle. Thank goodness the camera was up high enough that nothing else was showing!

"You, my dear. Are going to beg for your father. Your safety for him." He said as he pulled a chair over and sat beside the TV

"What?" I shrieked. What is wrong with this man!

Does he not know who my father is! He could give two shits about me let alone come here and take my spot to save me!

"Why don't you just ask for money?" I asked him.

"He'd be more willing to pay you to keep me!" I yelled at him.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't think so low of your father. I'm sure he loves you enough that he would come here for you." He taunted me.

"Yeah, right," I told him turning my head away in disgust.

My father has never come home on business for me. Not since mother died. Before she passed away he was home all of the time. Every evening, every weekend. We did all kinds of things as a family. He hugged and kissed me and read me bedtime stories. After her death, he wasn't my father anymore. He never comes home now and I can go months without ever seeing him. Even if I do see him it's not more than a couple of minutes at a time. He's in the house to grab something then he leaves again.

The only ones who would want me home would be the nannies because, without me, they don't get paid. All I am to them is a paycheck. Not that I need them anymore. I am 17 years old and will be 18 in a month.

'Oh, sweetheart. Don't cry. Now I want you to look into this camera and I want you to tell him that we are going to torture, beat you, and then kill you if he doesn't meet us at this location on this day and time." He leaned over and handed me a piece of paper with the location written on it.

"I'm not crying because of you!" I yelled at him.

"I'm not going to say anything into that camera! It won't save me!" I yelled.

My mouth slammed shut and my eyes opened wide when the man stood up from his chair and walked over to me and hit me in the face with his fist. I turned and spit the blood out onto the concrete floor.

"Don't make me hurt you again sweetheart." He said as he walked back to his chair.

"Now beg!" He yelled.

"No!" I shouted back

He whipped out his gun from inside his jacket and shot it into the air above. I yelped and jumped from the sound of the gun going off so close to my ears.

"I said.......Beg!" He lowered his voice and repeated himself.

"P-Please Sir. He doesn't care. He will never come to you regardless of what you were to do to me!" I told him as the tears started to fall from my cheeks.

"Good! Get those tears flowing now beg!" He yelled at me again.

I looked down at the floor and closed my eyes. The tears were falling from my eyes and dripping off of my cheeks. If only I would have just stayed at that party. Then I wouldn't be here begging for my life that will never be saved.

"Okay! Okay!" I screamed at the top of my lungs with the tears falling like waterfalls down my face when he pressed the gun against my head.

"I will beg! Just please don't kill me!" I cried almost choking on my spit as it went down wrong in the middle of my heaving.

"Look into that camera and beg for your father to come to save you." He told me again.

I opened my eyes to the camera. My face on the screen was red and puffy from crying and my nose was running. I've never been so scared before in my life till now when that man held that gun to my head. I'm surprised I didn't pee myself I got so scared.

"Now!" He shouted still holding the gun, pressing tightly against my head.

"Daddy! Please! I'm begging you! They are going to beat me, daddy! They will kill me if you don't go to the abandoned warehouse on 53rd street tomorrow at 10. Please, daddy!" I shouted into the camera.

The tears were falling so hard down my face that I could no longer see the TV screen clearly.

As soon as I was done my head dropped so I could continue crying to myself. I'm going to die! My father is not going to do what they say. Why can't they be like normal kidnappers and want money! He would gladly pay them just to get them off his back. He would probably double the ransom money for them to take me off of his hands but he sure the Hell isn't going to come here for me. Leave his vacation just to come here.

"Good girl." The man said as he turned off the camera and the TV and pushed it away from me.

Another man walked into the room and took the TV and camera and took it out with him while the man that hit me stayed in the room with me. He pulled his chair closer to me and sat in front of me. He took his hand and placed it under my chin and lifted my face to him.

"If you were my daughter, I would cross oceans to save you." He said softly to me.

I looked through my teary eyes at him. His face had softened and he genuinely meant what he said to me. He had sadness in his eyes and I could see the pain he was holding in.

"Do you have.....children?" I asked quietly.

"I do." He replied quickly then took his hand away from me.

"How old are they?" I asked.

I know this seems strange to be trying to have a conversation with the person who just threatened me but when you are tied up in a chair, can't move and he's the only person in the room, well you tend to talk. Besides, it's not like I have anyone other than Shelly to talk to. I haven't spoken to my dad in over 7 years. I'm not sure if I would even recognize his picture anymore.

"Six and nine," He told me before he looked down to the floor.

"Did something happen?" I asked.

'Their mother left me and took them with her. I haven't seen them in 5 years." He responded.

No wonder he told me that. He would love to have his children back and would do anything for them and yet here I am, have my father still but doesn't want anything to do with me. If I could change where I lived I would do it in a heartbeat. If it meant that I lived somewhere where someone actually cared for me I would do it. I would have no problems at all running away to someone else and never seeing my dad again. I would cross the world just to live with someone who cared for my well-being.