Chapter 10 10

We were in such a horrible situation where I doubted we'd even be able to reach home and she was more concerned about the five inch devils. "Olivia, shut up. Take those damn heels off." When she made no effort to take them off, I glared at her. "I'll let go of you. And maybe even leave you here alone. You don't want that, do you?" We both knew I was not going to do such a thing but it was worth a try. "Idiot." She murmured as she bent down and took it off and carried it in her hands. If I would have been her, I would have chucked them in a bin. I saw the red lines on her feet.? "Why do you wear them if they are so painful and uncomfortable?" "I love them. And I don't have many heels. And they also make me look tall and sexy." She clutched her stomach. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She immediately let go of my hand and ran towards the washroom. I followed her and saw her puking her guts out in the toilet. Ew. I looked away. I didn't know why but if someone puked in front of me I get a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me want to puke too. After she threw up, she rinsed her mouth with water and tied her hair back. "Don't puke in the car. It would be your loss as your car will be the one to get dirty but I don't want to cause an accident just because you puked in the car." She didn't answer me as she fished for something in her purse. "My eyesight is getting blurry." She whispered and popped mint flavored bubblegum in her mouth. Thank God, at least her mouth wouldn't stink. "I hope you don't pass out." I held her again and we made our way out of the bathroom. The party was still going on, the loud music bursting my eardrums. I dragged her out of the mansion and there were no guards at the gate this time. "Uh...Where did you park your car?" I didn't remember where exactly but hopefully she did. She lifted her head which was resting on my shoulder and scanned the area. "I think I parked it somewhere there." She said, pointing to a number of cars that were parked along the street. We hobbled towards it. I glanced at her wrist watch. It was almost midnight. "Give me your car keys." She took her purse and rummaged through it to find the key. After a good five minutes, during which I had lost hope of getting home tonight, she finally dangled the lovely keys in front of my eyes. I snatched it away from her hand and press the unlock button of the car. In the distance, about five to six cars behind, I saw the headlights of Olivia's beautiful black car glow in the dark. "Come on." I said, pulling her with me. We were almost there at the car, when I saw two big, muscular men emerge from behind it. It was dark. Nobody was around. All were partying in the mansion. A chill travelled up my spine which had nothing to do with the cold. I came to an abrupt stop and Olivia glanced at me and followed my line of sight. Both the men were stood in front of our car, staring at us. "Julie, let's go back to the mansion," Olivia whispered in my ear. I nodded at her. The shady men took a small step forward and I automatically took a small step back. I didn't want to die tonight. I was so young. Just eighteen. Okay okay, turning nineteen in three months. I turned around with difficulty as Olivia was leaning against me. I heard the footsteps of those two men getting closer. It was then that I noticed three dark figures walking towards us from the front. They were dressed similarly to the two men behind us. We were trapped. Where were the guards when we needed them?! They were very close now. I felt Olivia's hands loosen around me. I held her tightly against me. She was going to pass out. "Don't come near me," My voice was barely audible. "Stay away," I said a little louder, trying to sound threatening. I took a step back. One of the three took Olivia's hand and started pulling her towards him. I held on to her tightly. I screamed for help but it was of no use, the loud music at the party drowned my cries for help. No one could listen to me even if I shouted at the top of my lungs. Nobody was even around to help me. The man who had tried to push Olivia to him, successfully managed to do so. He was now holding an unconscious Olivia. My hands tried to reach out for her again but I was pulled back. I screamed again, begging the men to let us go. I was so scared and so worried for Olivia. What were they going to do to her? I felt strong arms imprison both of my hands behind my back and I tried to squirm out of their grasp in vain. I had completely forgotten the two men behind me. One of them was holding my arms with one hand and the other hand was clamped down on my mouth, muffling my screams. I saw the other one sprinkling some liquid from a bottle on a handkerchief. My eyes widened when I saw him take a step towards me. I kicked the man behind me in his shin. He hissed in pain but didn't let go. I watched helplessly as the man in front of me placed one of his hands behind my head and slammed the handkerchief on my nose with the other. I held in my breath, knowing that if I took a whiff of the scent of the liquid on the handkerchief, it would be bad and I wouldn't be able to do anything. But again, what was I able to do now? Thirty seconds passed and I still hadn't released my breath. My lungs fought for air and I felt that if I didn't breathe now, I would die. Either way I was going to die, so why not lengthen my life a bit. My mouth was blocked by the cloth so breathing through my mouth wasn't an option. Not able to hold it anymore, I released the breath I had being holding and smelt the cloying scent of the liquid on the handkerchief. It was sickly sweet. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy, making me lose my concentration. I felt my feet wobble and I was losing my balance. My eyesight was blurry and I couldn't concentrate. I blinked furiously to clear my vision but something was wrong. The smell was messing up with my thought process. It was knocking me out of my senses. I heard low murmurs around me and felt someone lift me up. But I was not concerned about myself. I was in someone's arms and I tried to get on my feet. I could see Olivia. Not clearly, but she was there. I tried to reach out to her but I heard a vehicle honk. Help! I tried to shout but my dry throat could barely manage to get the words out. "Help," I whispered. A van pulled up in front of us and I was gently pushed in it. I was being kidnapped. I knew it. But I couldn't do anything about? it. I immediately tried to get up but failed miserably. I couldn't walk and I couldn't see anything. My head began to throb a bit. "What should we do about this girl?" I heard a man's voice ask someone. I saw Olivia in someone's arms too. "Oli-Olivia," I stuttered. "I think she's her friend. We shouldn't leave her like that," I heard a female voice answer the man. The voice seemed strangely familiar. I felt someone's presence beside me and it was Olivia. I tried to touch her, to see if she was okay but I couldn't move. "She should have been unconscious by now. Why has she not passed out?" The same familiar female voice demanded. Her voice sounded concerned. "She's fighting the effect. She'll be out in no time." "Okay." I knew they were talking about me. Who were these people? What did they want from me? Why me??I wondered. I just hoped we'd be safe. I felt a weight on my whole body. Someone had put a soft and warm blanket on me. "I'm so happy we have finally found her. My baby," I heard the female voice whisper, breaking down in the end. That was all I heard before blackness took over everything. I couldn't hear anything further. I couldn't feel anything.