Chapter six.

"We'll go around the back to leave, make sure the car is running and ready to get us the hell out of here in exactly eight minutes and forty-three seconds." Calum instructed Michael with a small chuckle, each of them wearing dark clothing with small but deadly weapons in their pockets. Harry grabs my hand, making me look up from the floor of the black van, where I'm seated against the wall with duck tape over my lips. "We'll be back, don't miss me too much babygirl." He winked and my stomach turned as he and the others ran out of sight, locking the door behind them.

Mikey turned to face me with a goofy smile before tearing the tape off my face in one quick motion. "Thank God, they're finally gone. Now we can chill for the next eight minutes." A small whimper left my mouth when he practically ripped my skin off along with that duck tape, so I don't even respond to Mikey's sigh of relief and overly energetic tone. Ever since meeting the boys two days ago, Harry is either locked me in the room or simply sent me to do chores around his home. I haven't had a chance to talk to Mikey, even though he's been at the house nonstop.

"So, tell me about yourself." He spoke, tapping the passenger seat which I shook my head in response to, not wanting to sit beside him in all honesty. "Hello? You can speak, you know, I know you aren't a mute." Laughing at his own joke, he grabbed a cigarette from his bag before tossing the bag behind him and searching the front seat for a lighter which he found after a few seconds. Sitting up straight, he lit the cigarette before inhaling and exhaling it.

"Do you smoke?" He questions with a raised eyebrow and small smirk on his lips. "No, I used to when I was in high school though." "Want one?" Between fingers was a second cigarette, I suppose he probably pulled it out for himself but decided differently. "Come on, it'll help you loosen up and we can talk." I hesitate before nodding and taking it from him after he lit it up.

Bringing the stick to my lips, I hear Mikey start talking. "Since you don't feel like talking, I'll rant for a minute. So the day before you and I met, I was walking into a clothing store because I needed more skinny jeans." He paused to blow out a huff of smoke, which slightly fanned my face as I climbed forward and decided to just take the passenger seat. Instead of continuing the story, he just stared at me, eyes running up and down my body, taking in my appearance.

I glance down at my black Naomi Off Shoulder Blouse and distressed pair of jean shorts, accompanied by a comfortable pair of black converse, one of the many outfits Harry decided to buy when he went to the store this morning, which I'm actually rather surprised that he spent so much cash on me, as if I mean something to him. Snapping out of my thoughts, I catch him still staring me up and down. "Carry on." I tell him, tapping his arm to catch his attention. He nods and looks away before continuing the story where he left off last.

"Anyways, I found a pair that had pre-rips in the knee. They weren't that big so I didn't care. But when I got in the changing room to make sure they fit, my big ass feet went through the knee-rip instead, and ripped it even further and I was cursing over and over. Then when I finally pulled my feet out and decided to forget it, I accidentally walked out of the changing room to put the jeans back while I was only in a boxers and t-shirt. It wasn't until I saw a mom dragging her kid in the other direction and I noticed numerous stares, then I realized I fucked up and ran faster than ever before so I could get back to the changing room." I let out a loud laugh at Mikey's story, imagining the horrified look on the mom and child's face, the disgusted stares from others around him, and the shock and embarrassment on Michael's face. "That's so humiliating!"

"How do you think I felt? I had to do the walk of fucking shame after I came out and left the building, receiving countless glares and amused stares. Oh but I didn't even mention the other part. When I ran back to the changing room, someone was already in there so I had to stand outside, holding a random item I found, using that to cover myself. The guy took a good five minutes before coming out with a simple t-shirt to buy. Thanks a ton dude, you're making me look even stupider." Mikey exclaimed, throwing his hands up for effect which made me laugh harder as he just grinned and inhaled his cigarette, watching me with amusement as I laugh and shake my head.

"My apologies, I'm sorry you have to live with such a burden in life." I joke making him laugh in response. "Alright, alright, your turn. Tell an embarrassing story." He turned to me eagerly, already amused even though I haven't even begun. I groan and lean in back in the chair, thinking of numerous stories I could tell. "Would you prefer a recent or old one?" Michael pondered for a moment before stating he wants an embarrassing story from when I was young.

"Okay," I cleared my throat and held the cigarette between my fingers before beginning the story. "When I was 13, I had my first boyfriend. At the time, I lived with my grandparents and they agreed they both wanted to meet him. So we all went out for dinner. While I went to use the loo, my grandpa made it his mission to tell my boyfriend every embarrassing story about me that he could possibly think of. To make matters worse, when I returned, I started eating my meal which made me sick so I vomited everywhere. I don't think I've ever seen a boy run away that fast. We never spoke again and everyone in school knew about it. My story definitely beats yours." I shared, shaking my head at the memory as Michael blows smoke into my face as he let out a laugh.

"That's way worse than mine. Damn, I would've been so horrified if I was that boy. He probably was just hoping for a girl to boost his confidence and someone he can make out with at school, and you just had to go and fuck it up." Michael teased before checking the time. "And hey, they'll be back any minute now, love. You should hop in the back again, I don't want to get you in trouble." I sigh but nod, hanging the cigarette to Michael for him to throw onto the road through his open window.

Crawling into the back, I sit on the ground surrounded by their supplies and hacking tools and unloaded weapons all piled together in boxes. "Thanks for talking with me, you're a very amusing person." Michael tells me, making eye contact as he turns around to face me. "No problem, you're way nicer than Harry, I can't even get out a sentence without feeling like he's going to kill me." I admit, sighing at my own words. "He won't, don't worry about that. I know what's on his mind and what's he's doing. You'll be safe, just cooperate with him. He's kind of paranoid that you'll run. Just prove he can trust you and he'll calm down." He suggests and I nod my head in agreement, knowing that's what's best for me. "Thanks." I mumble, playing carelessly with my fingers. "You're a nice girl, you don't deserve this." Michael spoke, whispering the last half of it.

"I hope you listen to what I told you and cooperate with him. I know he's not entirely sane, but he'll only get worse if you resist him. Please keep that in mind, Kaitlyn." So many thoughts run through my mind before realization hits me like a ton of rocks. "Wait... you just called me Kaitlyn! How do you know my actual name? Why is everyone calling me Marilyn? Please help me. Just let me go. Please." I begged, my words rushed and mashed together, small tears forming in my eyes. This is my only chance. Harry and the others came into sight, rushing toward the car laughing and joking with one another, proud looks on their faces and a large bag in each of their hands. "Mikey, please." A single tear ran down my face, desperation and a small hope pumping through my veins, anxiety making my hands shake and mind blur as Michael rips off a new piece of tape, pushing it softly over my lips with an apologetic look before whispering. "I'm sorry."