E v a n g e l I n e

It's been two whole days since Louis died, but not a single moment goes by when I don't think about that horrible scene when the bullet drilled right into his chest. Not a minute goes by when I don't think about that horrible noise when the trigger was pulled and the time when his shirt got filled with blood.

Above all, not a moment goes by when I don't think about him. About his stupid flirty smirk. About that terrifying sight when he tried to save me, when he tried to pull the gun away from Harry so no one could get hurt, when the gunshot was heard, when his glowing eyes landed on me before his body touched the ground.

Everything is still crystal clear in my mind, the horrible noise, his forlorn body, his hand clutched on his shirt where the bullet had made its entry.
Sure he was a kidnapper, a really sucky guy who used to laugh at me a lot but still he was...good. I mean, I should be happy, right? One of my kidnapper got killed.

Yay?

Maybe not.

He was a kidnapper...but he always showed sympathy for me.

But he was still a kidnapper.

Who was...good.

Oh God Evangeline, sometimes I can't even understand myself.

Forget me, how are the other two, not-good kidnappers doing? Since that day, I've been tied up in the truck's trunk and except for a few stops which I think might be for food and clothes, the truck has not stopped anywhere.

I haven't seen Harry since that day and I'm glad that I haven't, because as far as I know everything that happened two days ago, was his fault. If he just would've stayed quiet and a little less asshole that day then none of this would have happened. Niall checks on me a now and then just to drop food and clean clothes. Other than that, he hasn't spoken anything.

The last time when he came to drop a burger, I asked him if he could keep the truck's trunk open for awhile for fresh air. I mean fresh air would be good for me, right? since I have been accompanied by ropes, smelly blankets, some old bags and god knows what but this is really getting on my nerves now, I'm not used to this!
Well Niall just rolled his eyes and mumbled,"Not a chance!"

He looked really weak and sad. His skin was pale, thick dark circles under his eyes and he looked too skinny. Who am I kidding, it was his own friend who got killed in front of his eyes. I bet Harry must be happy now. With each passing day, my hate grows more for him. He killed Roy, has hit me many times, killed Louis, well there are plethora of reasons for my hate.

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, the truck stopped. Time for another meal, I guess. I've gotta admit since I have been brought here, I have eaten the foods which I was dying to eat. Burgers, slices of pizzas, fresh juices, and all the junk food I always wanted to taste. In addition to this, I am being provided with comfortable clothes. Back at home, I was not allowed to eat junk food since my mother thought I was gonna get fat and she had strictly forbid to wear baggy clothes which in my thought are really comfortable, but my mum made me wear tight dresses since I had to meet many rich relatives of Roy.

Speaking of my mom, I really miss her and Roy too.

The loud footsteps pulled me away from my thoughts. The footsteps got nearer and nearer, till reaching the trunk door. I wasn't reall y scar ed, I was used to this stuff now. The trunk's door opened and a ray of sunlight entered through it, blocking my view. Due to the sun ray, I couldn't recognize the person who opened the trunk. All I could see was a dark figure holding a bag which I think must be food.

I wonder where these assholes has gotten the money to buy me food and clothes. I mean, as far as I know, kidnappers aren't rich. Sure, they've Roy's money (which they stole on the night of my kidnapping) but I don't think its enough to get food, new clothes, fill up a huge truck with oil and even get drunk (Harry got drunk in the previous chapter).

I wonder if they've asked my mom or anyone I know, for money.

What if they have asked for a lot of money and my mum and Roy's family can't arrange it?

What if they have given the money but these kidnappers aren't letting go of me?

What if they have refused to give the money since Roy is dead and they have nothing to do with me? Well that's a scary thought!

What if they even know that I'm kidnapped or that Roy is dead?

Oh my God, what if Roy is still lying at the gas station and no one has helped him?

What if he's actually not- dead?

I was distracted from my what- ifs, when a bag of food landed on my lap. By now, I was able to look at that person carefully. Curly hair, tattoos on the arm; Oh my God it can't be! My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I took a a long careful look at that person.


Harry...

Surprise!

Notes

Firstly, I'm so sorry for not updating in like forever.
Secondly, please don't kill me? Please? *puppy face*
And I just wanted to say that this chapter is boring, I know but this was important to share Eva's thoughts, what she really thought about them. I promise next chapter will be exciting :)
And I really want to thank everyone who have voted and commented on highway, thank you so much :*

PS anyone listened to The Chain smokers? Closer? Awesome, right?

Keep commenting,
xx Lyn