Quiet. (5sos)

Breathlessly I took his hand and walked behind him, takin in all my surroundings. "What's your name?" He whispered, curiosity slipping off his lips. I gulped, still frightened to speak. He nudged me, "it's okay." "My name is L-lulabee."


4. out of gas and out of hope

After saying bye to Michael I was on my way to my car when I saw what had been done. My tires, slashed, probably by the drunk dude as revenge. I sighed to myself and looked around, no pay phone and my phone is back with James. "Hey again." I heard michael say from behind me. "Is this your car?"

I nodded yes and gulped, what am I going to do?

"Do you need a ride home?" He asked.

I smiled, "how do I know you won't kidnap me and rape me?"

He laughed, "I can give you three reasons... One: I'm in a band so that would ruin my image. Two: I am a very trustworthy idiot. And three: you're not my type."

I smirked, "Yeah you're not my type either. I don't like self centered loosers who are in a wannabe punk rock band."

"Come on." He laughed and dragged me to his car.

I got in the back seat instead of the passenger seat and laid down.

"Do you want the front seat?" He smiled.

"Nah I like to pretend that I'm

In a limo." I smiled back and rolled over on my stomach. "Let's roll!"

He started up his car and we rode about twenty miles until Michaels car stopped.

"What's wrong?" I asked sitting up.

"My car... It's out of gas." Michael said getting out and looking around to see where we were.

I got out behind him and next thing I know... A hard metal tool hits my head.

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