~~
"Seeing as how my karma (which had been biting me in the नितंब, गधा repeatedly since I was 16) apparently still owed me a lot, and the quality of my luck was just poor overall, the chances of things going wrong for me very soon were probably quite high. I just hope I hadn't jinxed it द्वारा thinking that."
~~
I jinxed it.
My life was now, officially, unnecessarily complicated.
Why? Because there, on the screen of that PDA, tied to a chair, was Noah.
My old life just had to find a way to interfere with my new life, didn't it?
Joy.
I took the elevator down to floor A1, that nervous feeling in my stomach becoming unbearable. I had to walk through a long hall to cell 13, and was in no hurry. The piercing shrieks and screams of other prisoners being tortured hurt my ears, though. I quickened my pace.
As if on queue, right before I reached number thirteen, Charlie stepped out of the cell so suddenly I had to stop at that सेकंड to keep from bumping into him. Ugh, I didn't have time for him. Calmly, I walked around my co-worker and into the cell which held my blast from the past. Before the door closed, his rough hand shot out to hold it open. Exasperated, I turned to face him, letting the look I gave him do the talking. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at each other, he wordlessly held up a roll of duct-tape.
I took it and nodded without a word. Noah had a sharp tongue and a snotty attitude to match. This would come in handy.
The door was sealed, and I was alone with my charge.
Before making a हटाइए to speak, I studied him for a few seconds. Of course, he was still as thin as a stick, and probably now taller than me. His head bowed, I could see that his hair was a little longer; still in the same style, and his awkward clothes were gone. He wore a green sweater with green army pants. Other than that, he was still the same Noah.
His mouth was also duct-taped. No surprise there. I could only imagine the grating Noah-grade insults that he had hurled at Charlie.
दिखाना time.
“Hello Noah,” I said, but not in a mocking tone; just a simple hello to get things started. He didn't even flinch.
I have no idea why I कहा what I कहा next.
“You know me.”
Full stop.
What the heck, inner self?! No one on the outside was supposed to know I was alive. If he escaped, God forbid, the world would no doubt know I had faked my death. The only thing about me that was different than when he last saw me was my hair, which I had started keeping short a long time ago. Although risky, I guessed it this was better, looking back on my decision. I knew from the start that he would have remembered me eventually. Doing it this way saved time.
I walked toward him.
At my approach, he looked up, and immediately his eyes went wide.
Slowly, I hooked my finger under the tight silver tape and peeled it off, my eyes boring into his. He just stared.
“Say my name,” I ordered quietly.
Noah parted his dry, cracked, bleeding lips.
“Heather...” he breathed, barely audible. I smirked.
“Good boy, but why don't we keep my old identity our little secret...” I whispered into his ear. He flinched, my breath hot and uncomfortable on his skin.
As I pulled away, the entire situation sank in for him, and his expression melted into one of anger,.
“Your family...your friends...you lied to them,” he seethed, his eyes narrowing into slits. I scoffed, turning my head to glare at the wall.
“What family? What friends?” I laughed humorlessly, crossing my arms. He laughed right back.
“Oh, I forgot about that, didn't I?” he smiled mockingly, eyes still blazing. My silence invited-no, dared him to continue.
“I forgot about what a horrible person you've always been. Now that I remember, I wouldn't put it past आप to fake your own death so आप could शामिल होइए a society of monsters like you!” I rolled my eyes.
“Monsters, Noah? You've hurt my feelings,” I put a hand over my दिल and gave him a mock wounded look. I was so tempted to make a टिप्पणी दे about how one of his dearest family members and I had that little fake death thing in common, but I stopped myself before I let the truth about his father slip. I had to make sure of what he knew before telling him anything. Looking him in the eye, I could see that he was thrown off द्वारा my little outburst. Sigh. It was time for questioning.
I gave the roll of tape in my hand a squeeze while feeling around in the pockets of my black pants for things I could use. In my back pocket, my fingers grazed over something sharp, and a sharp pain shot through my thumb. A swiss army चाकू with the blade sticking out. A very useful swiss army knife.
I smirked at the bookworm, keeping my hand clenched around the handy object.
“Do आप know where आप are?”
“My own personal hell. How do I know? You're here.” Ooh, feisty. I countered his scowl with my own emotionless look.
“Do आप know where आप are?” I repeated, doing all I could to keep my cool. My hold on the चाकू tightened. It looked like I would need it soon.
“Answer me!” I snapped. He was silent for a few और seconds.
“I don't know,” he कहा finally. I nodded. अगला question.
“Do आप know why you're here?”
“No.”
I nodded once more. Time for the fun part.
“Where is your father, Noah?” I questioned. He ripped his gaze away from the दीवार to look at me, eyebrows furrowing.
“What are आप getting at?”
“Answer the question,” I कहा impatiently, lowering my voice to what I hoped was a intimidatingly low tone.
“I-My father is dead,” he told me, still looking at me strangely. I waggled a finger at him.
“Ah, ah, ah! Not exactly. See, your precious daddy and I have something in common. Three guesses what that little something is.”
I decided to let him have a moment for it all to click in his brain. When he finally came back in touch with reality again, I was almost taken aback at how disgusted he looked.
“My father would never sink to your level, Heather,” he said, voice deadly calm. I shrugged.
“Why else would आप be here?”
I stunned him into silence with that.
Noah's head drooped. I looked down at him, arms crossed, keeping my expression stoic. I didn't have right to feel sorry for him, even if I had wanted to. It was the unspoken rule around here: indifference toward other people's problems. It wasn't my place to break that rule, even if I had been acquainted with him before.
Unmoved, I continued.
“How long has he been gone, Noah?” I specifically avoided using the word 'dead' here.
“Three years.”
“Around the time he went, was your family experiencing any financial troubles?” I half-expected him to raise his head and सवाल my motives, probably with a snarky टिप्पणी दे thrown in, but he just sat there.
“No.”
No? Now that was interesting.
“Oh really, now?” I replied. “My sources say that your father was having some problems with his dough around the time, which is why he couldn't pay back the thirty-five-thousand-dollars.” Noah's head shot up. Oops.
“What thirty-five-thousand dollars?” he asked, bewildered. I sighed, not in the mood to go through that long story.
“What thirty-five-thousand dollars?” he repeated, clenching his teeth. “Tell me!”
“The thirty-five thousand dollars your dad owes the person who kidnapped you!” I yelled, and immediately I regretted it. I doubted that my employer and his client wanted him to know this much, and I knew they would not be happy if they found that the prisoner knew और than he really should. Before he could even open his trap, I pulled out the चाकू and pressed it to his neck. Obviously knowing what was good for him, he kept that big mouth shut.
“You don't need to know any more. Just remember, your life is in the hands of our client, not us,” I said, my voice serious and dripping with venom. “Whatever we do to you, it'll be because he tells us to. And the longer your father refuses to come out of hiding, the और torture we'll be ordered to inflict on you. आप go free the दिन daddy repays his debt, and for your sake,” I paused to let out a chuckle, “you'd better hope that दिन comes soon.”
So the little visit concluded, but not without us exchanging parting gifts. Noah spat on my brand new heels, and I duct-taped his mouth shut. After making sure the tape was nice and uncomfortable, I left him alone. All was silent as I stepped out.
“Sweet dreams, bookworm.” With that, the door to the cell was closed and bolted shut, and I knew I would not be getting any sleep that night.
"Seeing as how my karma (which had been biting me in the नितंब, गधा repeatedly since I was 16) apparently still owed me a lot, and the quality of my luck was just poor overall, the chances of things going wrong for me very soon were probably quite high. I just hope I hadn't jinxed it द्वारा thinking that."
~~
I jinxed it.
My life was now, officially, unnecessarily complicated.
Why? Because there, on the screen of that PDA, tied to a chair, was Noah.
My old life just had to find a way to interfere with my new life, didn't it?
Joy.
I took the elevator down to floor A1, that nervous feeling in my stomach becoming unbearable. I had to walk through a long hall to cell 13, and was in no hurry. The piercing shrieks and screams of other prisoners being tortured hurt my ears, though. I quickened my pace.
As if on queue, right before I reached number thirteen, Charlie stepped out of the cell so suddenly I had to stop at that सेकंड to keep from bumping into him. Ugh, I didn't have time for him. Calmly, I walked around my co-worker and into the cell which held my blast from the past. Before the door closed, his rough hand shot out to hold it open. Exasperated, I turned to face him, letting the look I gave him do the talking. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at each other, he wordlessly held up a roll of duct-tape.
I took it and nodded without a word. Noah had a sharp tongue and a snotty attitude to match. This would come in handy.
The door was sealed, and I was alone with my charge.
Before making a हटाइए to speak, I studied him for a few seconds. Of course, he was still as thin as a stick, and probably now taller than me. His head bowed, I could see that his hair was a little longer; still in the same style, and his awkward clothes were gone. He wore a green sweater with green army pants. Other than that, he was still the same Noah.
His mouth was also duct-taped. No surprise there. I could only imagine the grating Noah-grade insults that he had hurled at Charlie.
दिखाना time.
“Hello Noah,” I said, but not in a mocking tone; just a simple hello to get things started. He didn't even flinch.
I have no idea why I कहा what I कहा next.
“You know me.”
Full stop.
What the heck, inner self?! No one on the outside was supposed to know I was alive. If he escaped, God forbid, the world would no doubt know I had faked my death. The only thing about me that was different than when he last saw me was my hair, which I had started keeping short a long time ago. Although risky, I guessed it this was better, looking back on my decision. I knew from the start that he would have remembered me eventually. Doing it this way saved time.
I walked toward him.
At my approach, he looked up, and immediately his eyes went wide.
Slowly, I hooked my finger under the tight silver tape and peeled it off, my eyes boring into his. He just stared.
“Say my name,” I ordered quietly.
Noah parted his dry, cracked, bleeding lips.
“Heather...” he breathed, barely audible. I smirked.
“Good boy, but why don't we keep my old identity our little secret...” I whispered into his ear. He flinched, my breath hot and uncomfortable on his skin.
As I pulled away, the entire situation sank in for him, and his expression melted into one of anger,.
“Your family...your friends...you lied to them,” he seethed, his eyes narrowing into slits. I scoffed, turning my head to glare at the wall.
“What family? What friends?” I laughed humorlessly, crossing my arms. He laughed right back.
“Oh, I forgot about that, didn't I?” he smiled mockingly, eyes still blazing. My silence invited-no, dared him to continue.
“I forgot about what a horrible person you've always been. Now that I remember, I wouldn't put it past आप to fake your own death so आप could शामिल होइए a society of monsters like you!” I rolled my eyes.
“Monsters, Noah? You've hurt my feelings,” I put a hand over my दिल and gave him a mock wounded look. I was so tempted to make a टिप्पणी दे about how one of his dearest family members and I had that little fake death thing in common, but I stopped myself before I let the truth about his father slip. I had to make sure of what he knew before telling him anything. Looking him in the eye, I could see that he was thrown off द्वारा my little outburst. Sigh. It was time for questioning.
I gave the roll of tape in my hand a squeeze while feeling around in the pockets of my black pants for things I could use. In my back pocket, my fingers grazed over something sharp, and a sharp pain shot through my thumb. A swiss army चाकू with the blade sticking out. A very useful swiss army knife.
I smirked at the bookworm, keeping my hand clenched around the handy object.
“Do आप know where आप are?”
“My own personal hell. How do I know? You're here.” Ooh, feisty. I countered his scowl with my own emotionless look.
“Do आप know where आप are?” I repeated, doing all I could to keep my cool. My hold on the चाकू tightened. It looked like I would need it soon.
“Answer me!” I snapped. He was silent for a few और seconds.
“I don't know,” he कहा finally. I nodded. अगला question.
“Do आप know why you're here?”
“No.”
I nodded once more. Time for the fun part.
“Where is your father, Noah?” I questioned. He ripped his gaze away from the दीवार to look at me, eyebrows furrowing.
“What are आप getting at?”
“Answer the question,” I कहा impatiently, lowering my voice to what I hoped was a intimidatingly low tone.
“I-My father is dead,” he told me, still looking at me strangely. I waggled a finger at him.
“Ah, ah, ah! Not exactly. See, your precious daddy and I have something in common. Three guesses what that little something is.”
I decided to let him have a moment for it all to click in his brain. When he finally came back in touch with reality again, I was almost taken aback at how disgusted he looked.
“My father would never sink to your level, Heather,” he said, voice deadly calm. I shrugged.
“Why else would आप be here?”
I stunned him into silence with that.
Noah's head drooped. I looked down at him, arms crossed, keeping my expression stoic. I didn't have right to feel sorry for him, even if I had wanted to. It was the unspoken rule around here: indifference toward other people's problems. It wasn't my place to break that rule, even if I had been acquainted with him before.
Unmoved, I continued.
“How long has he been gone, Noah?” I specifically avoided using the word 'dead' here.
“Three years.”
“Around the time he went, was your family experiencing any financial troubles?” I half-expected him to raise his head and सवाल my motives, probably with a snarky टिप्पणी दे thrown in, but he just sat there.
“No.”
No? Now that was interesting.
“Oh really, now?” I replied. “My sources say that your father was having some problems with his dough around the time, which is why he couldn't pay back the thirty-five-thousand-dollars.” Noah's head shot up. Oops.
“What thirty-five-thousand dollars?” he asked, bewildered. I sighed, not in the mood to go through that long story.
“What thirty-five-thousand dollars?” he repeated, clenching his teeth. “Tell me!”
“The thirty-five thousand dollars your dad owes the person who kidnapped you!” I yelled, and immediately I regretted it. I doubted that my employer and his client wanted him to know this much, and I knew they would not be happy if they found that the prisoner knew और than he really should. Before he could even open his trap, I pulled out the चाकू and pressed it to his neck. Obviously knowing what was good for him, he kept that big mouth shut.
“You don't need to know any more. Just remember, your life is in the hands of our client, not us,” I said, my voice serious and dripping with venom. “Whatever we do to you, it'll be because he tells us to. And the longer your father refuses to come out of hiding, the और torture we'll be ordered to inflict on you. आप go free the दिन daddy repays his debt, and for your sake,” I paused to let out a chuckle, “you'd better hope that दिन comes soon.”
So the little visit concluded, but not without us exchanging parting gifts. Noah spat on my brand new heels, and I duct-taped his mouth shut. After making sure the tape was nice and uncomfortable, I left him alone. All was silent as I stepped out.
“Sweet dreams, bookworm.” With that, the door to the cell was closed and bolted shut, and I knew I would not be getting any sleep that night.
Izzy is confident but she still has MANY moments but thats just her
Izzy is not a super model she still eats Mc.Donalds baby but that is just her
Well some may say she needs to be afraid of losing everything because of her down right craziness
Well Every thing is the sam in the Lala land\....
Izzy wont change anything in her life she is definitely staying herself on TDI!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well some may say easy needs to be afraid of losing everything because of her insanely loving way to like Owen
Well everything is the same in the Lalalala land
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Izzy is not a super model she still eats Mc.Donalds baby but that is just her
Well some may say she needs to be afraid of losing everything because of her down right craziness
Well Every thing is the sam in the Lala land\....
Izzy wont change anything in her life she is definitely staying herself on TDI!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lalalalalalalaalalalaalallaalalalalaalalala
Well some may say easy needs to be afraid of losing everything because of her insanely loving way to like Owen
Well everything is the same in the Lalalala land
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Hey, guys.Like the शीर्षक i ran away with Cody. If bubba doesn't like us together than... He's dead to me! I beat your wondering how i'm लेखन this well, I have my laptop and it is not trackable.*hey Amber* Hey, Cody!Umm... What were आप going to say before bubba tried to kill you?*Oh yea (Clears throat) I प्यार you*I प्यार आप too Cody Harrison(His last name!hmmmm...Amber Harrison?)!(Kiss)*whoa!*hehehe. I won't tell आप were i am cause then bubba could find us.Cody stop it!Hahahaha!I'm ticklish, Stop it!Hehehehe. I will try and to inform आप on details!
Bye!
*blows kiss*Stay Stylish!!!
Bye!
*blows kiss*Stay Stylish!!!
April 6 2010.
WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!!!!
I WILL हटाइए TO NEW YORK, WITH OWEN. APPEARENLY I'M NOT ALOUD TO SEE OWEN CAUSE HES.....FAT. He came to my house today.....and my parents sent him away! They never had a problem with fat people before! now i can't see him. they sent away Chris because he was too old, and now i have no one. But me and Owen are gonna हटाइए to new york, and with Duncan and Courtney's help we'll make a life there and never see my stupid parents again!
April 8 2010.
I have my bags packed. I'm not leaving till May. I wanna make sure that I'm prepared so we can do the basic plan that Duncan made up. me and owen would go down high way 57 to the train station. Then we would ride a cab to the airport where they would fly to new york. Duncan and courtney would be waiting. There was a small apartment that had been abandoned, we would stay there ubtil we had enough money to get a real condo.
WHO THE HELL DO THEY THINK THEY ARE!!!!
I WILL हटाइए TO NEW YORK, WITH OWEN. APPEARENLY I'M NOT ALOUD TO SEE OWEN CAUSE HES.....FAT. He came to my house today.....and my parents sent him away! They never had a problem with fat people before! now i can't see him. they sent away Chris because he was too old, and now i have no one. But me and Owen are gonna हटाइए to new york, and with Duncan and Courtney's help we'll make a life there and never see my stupid parents again!
April 8 2010.
I have my bags packed. I'm not leaving till May. I wanna make sure that I'm prepared so we can do the basic plan that Duncan made up. me and owen would go down high way 57 to the train station. Then we would ride a cab to the airport where they would fly to new york. Duncan and courtney would be waiting. There was a small apartment that had been abandoned, we would stay there ubtil we had enough money to get a real condo.