Chapter three: Man child

I turned around swiftly, pushing multiple people out of my way. I received dirty looks and scowls as i staggered over to the closest door. I rest my hand on the rough paintwork that coats the door and push. Rough wooden splinters cut into my palm; shards of black paint crumble to the floor. The hinges squeal as though they are a warning to turn back. As i didnt listen to the warning, what i saw left me shocked.

"Katelyn, why didnt you listen?!" Noah's voice sounded rough, anger layed behind the words spoken from him.

"I...I..." i was speechless. Bags upon bags of what seemed to be white powder, layed ontop of a table; flour perhaps. My eyes traveled back to Noah, who was wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt and black ripped jeans. He looked like a complete different person. "Noah..." I stood there motionless, all void of any emotions other then shock.

"Why the Fück is she calling you that! Dont just stand there grab the stupid bïtch." A deep, velvety voice commanded. Noah turned back to the man in question and his black leather jacket seemed to have a logo stitched into the back. My legs seemed to not want to move, then i noticed what was resting in the palms of all the men...Guns. "Jay go and take the girl out."

Before 'Jay' could 'take me out', my mouth decided to not cooperate with my brain. This is becuase i did the most stupidest thing possible, i corrected him. "Lady."

"What did you just say?" A tall, dark haired man strutted over to me.

"Im a 'Lady' not a girl. A girl is a child...which i am not." I then continued to argue with him.

"Katelyn...I'd stop, you dont want to pïss this guy off." Noahs voice held an emotion which i could quiet decipher.

"Oh hush you. Im sure Mr 'I know everything' can hold his own in a argument. Is that right...man child." I smirked. I swear im never drinking again.

"Watch your tongue next time..." All i saw was the but of a gun nock into my skull, then my eyes went for a roll.

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My eyes was heavy, my head was pounding, yet my bum was freezing. My mind started to flicker back and forth between events. Then it stopped. The club, guns, an argument, then nothing. My calm breathing started coming out in hot, short breaths.

I slowly opened my eyes and observed the room i was in. White painted the walls, pale blue tiles aligned the floor and in the corner of the room, there was a surgical table. I tried standing up to have a look whats on it but rope bounded me to a cold, metal chair.

I looked all over me, everything i wore was still intacted fortunately. This ment my little pocket knife was still in my pocket, all i had to do was reach for it. I slowly twisted my sore back the best i could. Then i grasped the side of my blazer, reachin into it for the knife. I slowly but gradually cut at the ropes, cuting the side of my wrist a little. Then i pulled them off. I put the pocket knife back into my blazer pocket and waited.

What?

If i was going to be kidnapped, i atleast want to be somewhat comfortable.

I heared heavy footsteps pounding towards the metal, rustic door. Then keys jinggled, indicating someone was coming in. I held my breath and closed my eyes, pretending i was still out cold. Iv gotten good at this over the years.

I could feel the warmth, radiating off of this man. He then moved back but i could here the metal surgical table being wheeled towards me. I waited for around four minutes, my face began to heat up. my head began to feel like it was going to burst. When i couldnt take not breathing anymore, I let out my breath, a deep long sign echoed through out the room.

"Finally your awake...Now lets begin."