Chapter 8
Durbbie:
"Come closer," Scott said in a tone that I would have recognized at one point in our relationship. I shuddered as I reluctantly obeyed. Scott stepped forward, flipped his switch-knife, and placed it under my chin. "That's a girl," he whispered as his other hand crept hungrily over my body. I swallowed hard as I looked into the eyes of the man I used to get lost in. They eyes that used to laugh and dance were now dark and filled with lust. "Three months is an awfully long time, Durbbie, an awfully long time." My mind started to race. Am I really sacrificing all of this in the name of friendship? One look at Scott and I knew the answer was a resounding yes. "Why don't you talk to me like you used to? Like the night at the cabin…"
Kevin:
"What
do you mean they're not in their rooms?" I asked as Leighanne explained
the situation. "They were there two hours ago."
"But they're not there now. What if they're lost or…"
"You know what? I don't really care. They can take care of themselves."
"But Brian's family," she pleaded.
"Yeah, well, so much for blood being thicker than water."
Melissa:
The
wireless microphone that Durbbie had in her hair was picking up every word.
I was still shaking from my own little encounter, but knowing that Durbbie was
in there with Scott made it worse. AJ was being so supportive though. Throughout
the whole thing, he kept telling me everything would be OK. He seemed genuinely
concerned, which was more of a comfort than anything else. Brian, on the other
hand, was sulking by himself and avoiding the two of us at all costs. Judging
by the frown on his face I was almost positive that Durbbie had said something
to him. Either that or being anal ran in the family.
A scuffle coming from the microphone brought me sharply back to reality.
"Are you going to play it good, Durbs, or do I have to get you another
way?"
"Cut the Durbs crap," I heard Durbbie respond. She was taking this
in true Durbbie fashion. If I didn't know better, I would never have thought
it odd that they were speaking to each other like that.
"Fine then DURBS," Scott's voice sounded as I heard a click. My heart
jumped into my throat and my breath refused to come to me. The man had a gun.
"Just as I thought. Now show me what I've been missing."
I shuddered and covered my ears with my hands in an attempt to make it all go
away. Maybe if I tried hard enough this situation will disappear.
"We should go in and get her," an officer said. "Go call for
reinforcements."
"If everything going to be OK?" I asked in a timid little voice that
I didn't even know I possessed.
"We just need to find out where your friend is and then we'll get her back
to you as best we can."
As best they could? That could only mean one more thing: they didn't know how
to deal with the situation either.
And then, almost like a G-dsend, it happened.
Durbbie:
"But Scott,"
I said as he started to fondle me more than I cared to be fondled, "don't
you think that doing this in the middle of the hallway isn't such a good idea?
Can't we go somewhere a little more, I don't know," I said playing along,
"kinky?" I knew I had taken drama freshman year of high school for
a reason. "We can close the door and everything. Just you, me, and a nice
warm shower."
This got his attention. Physically I shut down, just going through the motions.
But mentally, I was playing his game more than he ever knew. "I knew you
had a naughty side," I was informed as I felt the barrel of a gun in my
back. My back stiffened as I was forced hastily into the bathroom.
Brian:
From
my spot on the floor, I heard everything Durbbie was saying. I heard the gun
click, I heard the door shut, I heard the hidden clues. For someone who never
finished high school, Durbbie was one person who knew how to play one hell of
a mind game. She was running a complex matrix around Scott, who only had one
thing on his mind.
Suddenly, we were cleared from the hallway and ordered into the stairwell. It
seemed as if the police knew something and it was about to go down.
"I don't care. I'm staying here," I heard a slightly shaken female
voice say. Could it be Melissa?
"Miss, we don't need to risk your life too. It's dangerous enough having
Durbbie in an enclosed area alone with him and a gun. You've been in enough
danger already. It's time for you to count your lucky stars someplace else."
"I'm not moving."
I started to get up and I moved closer to her. "Maybe they've got a point."
"Shut up, Littrell. You've done enough talking."
That was bitter. I guess situations like this bring out different sides of everyone.
That was one side of Melissa I never expected to be witness to.
AJ:
The
police finally realized that they were playing a losing game and after fitting
both Melissa and myself with bulletproof material, we were permitted to stay.
Just being fitted with all of the gear scared the crap out of me. Melissa wasn't
fairing well either.
"Do you think she'll make it?" Melissa asked.
"I don't know," I said finally realizing that there was a serious
risk of losing someone I truly cared for. "I don't know."
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