Nobody Told Me That I Would Be Learning To French Kiss HIM in French Class! [`18]

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Jason sat in front of me, a cigarette between his fingers. I never knew he smoked before. I despised smokers. While he smoked, his gaze fixed on me intently. I didn't know how I looked right now, but there was no doubt that I looked like hell.

"You gonna tell me anytime soon what the fucking hell are you guys up to?" I asked. Despite the bravery I felt flickering in my heart, my voice quivered. I was not as stupid to go too far across the line. "I'm lacking info here, brother," I spat out the word 'brother' as if it was drenched in venom.

"Nothing really," he said, shrugging casually. "Since it's taking mom and dad so long to come up with that money, I just figured I let my friends take you too."

"It's 10 million, Jason!" I said, glaring at him. "You know...you KNOW mom and dad don't have that kind of money! Why are you doing this, Jason? I just don't understand!" I screamed, my headache getting worst.

And I couldn't even rub my temples, with my hands tied behind me like that.

He held up the dagger that was stained with my blood and examined it. "Do you know something, Hannah? You were always the favorite one in the family."

"That's not true."

"Oh yes, it is," he interjected almost immediately, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "It's always been Hannah. Hannah this, Hannah that. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the way dad thinks of me...as if I'm some kind of a low-life who doesn't deserve to be in his house."

"That's not true..." I repeated, tears welling in my eyes. "We always love you, J. Well, I did. You screwed everything up and pull this bullshit off."

He ignored me.

"So I decided, I'm not going to take that anymore. My friends came to the house one day, and came up with this plan. I thought it was stupid. I didn't want anything to do with it. In a way or another, they managed to convince me."

"So you went along with the plan? You faked being kidnap so you won't get the time?" I hissed.

He shrugged. "Ask my friends."

I stared at the dry blood around the area where Jason stabbed me. The wound wasn't that deep, it was more of a really long scratch really. "You want to rob our parents."

"Basically, yes. And knowing their little...precious Hannah is gone now--" he said, standing up and ruffling my hair. "--it seems like this plan is going ahead as planned."

He closed the door, leaving me in darkness. It didn't matter. The horrible feeling inside me was too much to bear. I bent over, gritted my teeth and cried.

Jason, you fucking bastard, I thought bitterly.

"Belinda, have you seen Hannah?" Matt Zachary asked, tapping Belinda's shoulder. She jumped and managed to hit her back on the lockers.

"Sheesh, Zachary," sighed Belinda, clutching her chest. "Don't scare people like that."

"Hannah, Belinda? Where is she?" Matt asked. "It's rare for her to be absent. We have quizzes for French today for god's sake. In her world, it would be equivalent to a holy grail. It's been 3 days now for god's sake."

Belinda chuckled. "I know right?"

Matt stared at her desperately.

"Look, I don't know where she is! I tried calling home but her mom said she was sick. The teachers won't tell anything much too. So I really don't know!" Belinda said. "I'm going to be late for Bio."

"Oh right," Matt muttered, stepping aside to let her walk to her class.

He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing heavily as he thought about Hannah.