17 year old Isabelle Rodriguez has home schooled since 6th grade. Now she is at the end of her 11th. Her life is always books and pencils and boring classes with her father. Her mother died whenever Isabelle was 6. She doesn't have any friends. She doesn't have a boyfriend. No phone, no computer. Just herself, her father, and her room. One day she over doses and ends up being "kidnapped" by an unidentified nurse who practically hires her to work for a secret company. There she meets a boy who changes her life.. Forever.


9. In Action

   When we got out to the cars, they were just a couple of old junked up ones so they wouldn't notice us. I was in a black and red wig and they had made my boobs a heck of a lot bigger, and my butt. And I had on sunglasses. Also, brown contacts. 

    "Okay, guys. Here is the plan." Amanda said. We gathered around her. "So, Swift is going to come in and pull over beside them. You will say something is wrong with your car. See what happens. We will be watching. With the way you look, they should help you. Then you will say, I am just going to call a tow company. Get not the phone, we will act like we are them and you will do a normal call. We will come and then do what we do. You know what to do if something goes wrong." She said. We all nodded and then I got into the car. Blake came over to the window. 

    "I am going to be at the house right across from you. I promise, nothing is going to happen to you." He said. I laughed.

      "I will be-" I cut myself on. It hit me. What the hell am I doing?!! I am about to go to a couple of guys by myself, that are killers. Probably rapist too! What was I thinking. Oh my gosh.  "Oh my gosh." I said.

    "What?" He asked. I looked up at him and gripped the steering wheel. 

   "What the hell am I doing?" I asked him. I felt fear come into my eyes. He sighed and opened my door. I felt my eyes tear up. He wrapped me into his arms. I started to cry into his chest. "What was I thinking? This is a game? I am so stupid." I sobbed into his shirt.

    "Nooo. Shhhh. You did it because you are brave. You know you will be fine. If you want to change the plans, we can." He said. I looked up at him.

    "How? Like, how can you change them?" I asked. He smiled and let go. He walked over to his mom and said some things. She looked at me then back at him. After a minute she nodded and he came back to me. 

    "Alright, I am your husband." He said, putting finger quotes around husband. "We will pull over a little way from them. Then, do the same exact thing you were going to do. Okay?" He asked. I thought a moment and nodded. He smiled and pressed a mustache to his face and put some glasses on. We both laughed and hopped into the car. I followed the GPS to the destination. When we finally arrived, they were there sitting. I slowed down before they saw me and when they passes us, they looked at us with suspicion. I threw my hands in the air and hit the steering wheel. I rolled my eyes and pulled over a couple of yards in front of them. About 60. I jumped out of the car and so did Blake. 

     "What's my name? They already know Swift." I said. He pointed to me.

    "Betty." Then he pointed to himself. "Carl." He said. I nodded and ran around to the front and opened up the hood. I played around with and so did Blake. 

    "Do you not know how to fix a car?!" I yelled. The men looked over. 

    "I am so sorry that I cannot meet your every freaking need!" He yelled back.

    "Fine! I will get someone else to help me! Like a man should!" I shoved past him and walked towards the three men. I thought there would only be two. When I got over to them, one whistled. I forced a smile. 

   "How can we help a fine, young women like you on this fine night?" Said one of the men. He was shaggy and nasty looking. He looked me up and down and licked his lips. I giggled and looked down then back up.

    "Yeah. So, my car is messing up. I don't know what is wrong with it. And, my husband is a retard and doesn't know how to fix it so, could any of you help?" I asked. They looked at each other and then over to Blake who was kicking the car and yelling at it. I tried not to smile. 

   "Of course. But, none of us know how to work a car. But, we can try. Like a real man should." The man said again. I smiled and gestured for them to follow. The man who talked walked up behind me and grabbed my fake tush. I jumped forward a little and giggled. Fake of course. He then grabbed my hand. I just smiled. 

   "What is this?" Blake, oh, excuse me, Carl asked.

    "I found a real man to actually help me!" I shouted. The boys smiled and walked to the hood. We all stood around it and watched them look at it. After about ten minutes, I spoke up. "You know what, I am going to call a tow truck. Thank you so much for helping me though." I said. I walked past the man and walked as seductive as I could. He licked his lips and followed me a little. I dialed Amanda's number. It ringed once. 

   "You have reached Rick's Tow Service. How may I help you?" She asked.

    "Yes, I have no idea what is wrong with my car but it just random stopped and it is making weird sounds. I got a very nice, young man to help me," I looked over at him and waved. He smiled and rose his eyebrows. "But we couldn't figure out what it is." I said.

    "Of course. Where is your destination?" She asked. I explained where we were and then I thanked her and hung up. 

    "Alright. It's all good and done." I said. I smiled at the man and glared at "Carl". The man pulled me close to him. I could smell liquor in his breath. 

    "I'm Shelton. And your mine." He said. He then buried his face into my neck and gestured for the others to go back to the car. I looked at Blake wide eyed.  He huffed and got into the car. He picked up his phone and started talking to someone. Shelton moved his way up to my jaw and then my lips. Ewww. His mouth was just. I don't even know. I wanted to throw up. He forced his tongue into my mouth and ran it around everywhere. He then started to walk beside the car. He pushed me down. "You husband doesn't seem to care. Bad man." He said.

    "I don't care. He never does. Don't stop." I told him. He laughed and buried his face into my fake boobs. I forced a moan and then we heard shouting. He stopped and sat up, trying to look back. "No! Don't stop! I need you!" I shouted, pulling him back down. I felt something hard hit my stomach. Oh my gosh. Ew! He was shorter then me so.. THAT.. hit my stomach. Ugh.

   "Ohh, feisty." He said smiling. He lifted up my shirt and started to run his tongue up and down my stomach. Finally, he was pulled off of me. That is when the tears came. They just ran and ran and ran. THe next thing I knew I was in someones arms and my face was buried into their chest. I knew the smell. It was Blake. I looked over his should and all of the men were on their knees with guns pointed to their head. I just sobbed. Blake lead me to a black suburban that pulled up. He still had me in his arms. I felt warm now. Safe. Better. They brought us to our apartment instead of the worksite. We got out and went inside. I went straight to the first bathroom I came to. I didn't think to see whose it was. I just stripped and got into the shower. When I grabbed for the shampoo, I realized I was in Blake's. 

   Oh well. He probably won't come in here. He knows I am in here anyways. I hope. 

 I rinsed my hair out and washed my body off. I brushed my teeth. Then, I just sat there a moment and let the hot water run over me. After a couple of minutes, I heard foot steps but they were in his room so I didn't think of it. I turned off the shower and stepped out. I rubbed off the steam from the mirror and washed my face. Then, the door swung open. I jerked up and stood there wide eyed, so did Blake. 

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