8. Going Out
Luke had disappeared into his room to get dressed. I heard his phone ring right above me. His room must be right above mine. I could faintly make out the words "get, money, or, kill, daughter." Oh my God! Is he talking to my father?! Would he actually kill me?! I don't know which is scarier, the fact that my life is in danger, or that the only one who can save it is my father....
About ten minutes of panicking later, I could hear Luke approaching the door. My whole body was trembling violently at this point. Paranoia had set in long ago....but I'm so terrified I think I might faint. Luke must have noticed my utter fear because he immediately questioned what was wrong when he entered the room. "Was that my father? A-Are you going to kill me Luke?!" He stared at me with a scary, yet oddly caring face. "Sit."
I did as I was told and Luke sat next to me on the bed. This felt extremely awkward. "Yes, that was your father on the phone. And yes, if it comes to it, I will kill you. Don't ask me anymore questions. Am I clear?" I nodded in fear. "Good. Now, the guys are waiting. They're in on this too. So if you try anything, you'll have the four of us to worry about. Got it?" "Y-Yes."
And with that Luke grabbed my wrist and led me outside to a black Mustang with two white stripes down the middle. "Get in." "Nice car." I could see Luke smiling as he hopped in the drivers seat next to me. "Thanks." For the first time I actually smiled since I was taken from my normal life and thrown into this horror-movie one. "Why are you smiling?" "I love the sun!" I said as I stuck my arm out of the window, feeling the golden heat mixed with the cool breeze rush against my skin in perfect harmony. "This is the first time I've ever seen you smile. I like it." I literally think my cheeks had flames on them at this point. Why am I so flattered right now? "Thank you Luke."