My Crush Slipped Into A Coma

I grabbed the stair railing to ste

your mind constantly preoccupied with

"These are legitimate professions.

ren't we trying to figure out w

d his Adam's apple bobbed as h

a plumber or an elect

feigned a few coughs, turned his

, right? He's been kept at home and can't go to school.

about plumbing and electrical

ck on the door.

tly stopped. After a long pause, som

that there were three other men of similar build in the living room having

m layout. Two of the bedroom doors were open, while only one bedroom door

s point that I didn't even know the driver

ers. He hasn't been to school for a few days, so we

th Cayden lately?" I echoed, my ey

ttooed man who had been eating barbecu

lly so readily all

that made me a bit scared, my hands trembling uncontrollably.

nd nodded slightly, ent

me. When I turned around, the man who had opened the door was stand

ing to hold my nerve, though I kep

e first, "Precisely w

Don't say you're teachers. No teachers look l

ecause we had good eyesight di

ffry, hoping h

ned, deep i

ily went to Smuyk Clesh for a vacation. No one's home, yet you

as the si

chool. We're not familiar with

other three men approached us. We couldn't resist and were tied up, then pushed into the bed

y continued their barbecue feast in the living room

hwarted before t

Jeffry, whispering,

ng Cayden, "I'll make sure

oo," I muttered, listening t

kidnapped recently. The boss of the kidnappers orchestr

telling her to convince the driver to com

asked if we knew anything about th

ty, reassuring her that he beli

they were ful

ur absence and surely come looking fo

d me. "Call

pletely c

e confiscated. How were we supposed to

watch," Jeffry whi

at

mediately and looked