I finally came to as I opened my eyes and noticed that my vision was all blurry as shit. My head was pounding like hell and my face was hurting as I could feel nothing but pain.

I looked around slowly then instantly saw a guy crouched over me, with a stupid smile on his face.

Robert.

"Glad to have you back, Mitchells."

I felt like shit. I couldn't hardly move and my whole head was nothing but a huge pain. "What the hell, Robert?" I spoke as I was watching him. I tried getting up but Robert pushed me back down, forcefully.

He gripped my shirt as he pulled me up and leaned me against something. I stared at him as he was watching me, and I wanted to punch him right there, or either murder him.

"Glad to know you can take directions. But, haven't your mom or dad ever tell you to never follow directions from a stranger?" He asked.

I continued to stare at him as I wasn't sure what the hell was happening right now. I looked around and noticed that we were inside of a room. Most likely an apartment room.

I was thinking about getting up and running, but I also wanted to beat the shit out of him.

He shook his head. "Whatever you're thinking, Mitchells, stop." He said as he was staring at me. "If you're trying to escape, it's pointless. You see, I have three guys outside that door," He pointed towards the door. "So, you'll waste your time if you try anything," He smiled.

I didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. But if he wanted me to play his little sick games, then I'll play, but by my rules.

"What do you want?" I asked. I decided to act like I believed him and not make a move.

Yet.

He sighed as he stayed crouched in front of me. I saw him look somewhere else for a moment, with a thoughful expression on his face. "What do I want?" He said as he rubbed his chin. Finally he looked over at me and smiled. "There's so many things I want, but if you must know the most important thing, then it's for you to get what you deserve." He stood up for a moment. "You know, karma is a bitch, Mitchells." He pulled a pack of cigerattes out of his pocket.

I sat there, watching him. I knew Robert all too well, and when he says stupid shit like this, he never delivers on his promise.

He's all talk, but no action.

"You wanna beat me up? Go ahead." I shrug as I sat there.

He stared at me as he lit a cigeratte in his mouth. After he blew the smoke out, he stared at me. "That's too easy, Mitchells. I have another idea." He took something out of his pocket and crouched in front of me.

I took a look at the item, and noticed that it was a knife. "You're gonna cut me?" I asked.

He chuckled. "No, but I will watch you suffer."

"Oh, so you're going to kill me? Bravo." I said. All I had to do was wait for the right moment. "You're a genius, Robert. A full on master-retard."

He stared at me. "Cut with the sarcastic shit, Mitchells."

"I mean, only a full on retard would do this type of shit." I said as I knew this was driving him crazy.

He let a big breath out as he stared at me. "Shut the hell up."

"No," I shook my head. "I don't think I-"

I felt a sting across my left cheek and noticed that Robert had slapped me. I looked back at him as I had a blank expression on my face. "That all you got?" I challenged him.

"You know what?" Robert gripped my shirt and stood me up.

Before he could do anything, a man walked through the door and stopped him. "Robert!" He yelled as he was staring at him. Robert looked over at him then dropped me like a sack of potatos. "What did I tell you?" He asked as he stepped closer to us.

I noticed that man from his voice and when I saw him in the hotel that day.

Holy shit, it's the same man who was here when I was here.

The one I heard in the hallway.

Robert looked over at me for a moment. "Not to harm the victim." He took a step back as that man took a step closer.

He stared at me. "Nice to meet you, Dana."

"How do you know who I am?" I ask.

He smiled. "Johnny Mitchells is your uncle, correct?" I shrugged as I wasn't about to give any details. "I know the truth anyways, so lying or not, I know."

"What do you know?" I asked.

He stared at me for a moment. "You see, Johnny and I are friends, and I know a lot about him and his life," He smiled. "and his niece."

"Who the hell are you, dude?"

He chuckled. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself. My name is George." He smiled. "Mr. George West." He looked over at Robert who was eyeing him, but he only smiled at him. "Do not be afraid," He looked back at me. "This little girl would never contact the police." He crouched in front of me. "Because if she did, she wouldn't be able to reach them in time." He stood up in front of me. "Now, Dana. I have a few favors for you to do for me."

"I'm not doing shit for you." I spat back.

Was this guy stupid?

He crouched in front of me and stared at me. "I know you will, Dana." He lifted his shirt and showed a gun. He smiled. "Now, what do you say?"

I stared at him for a moment. "What favors?" I asked.

This guy didn't scare me that much, but knowing he had a gun, made me a little scared of what he could do.

I was interested in what he wanted me to do, but I was more interested to find out who these guys were and what they wanted. If it revolved around something that was illegal, I would have to find out a way to call the police.

Or do something else.

Without getting killed.

He smiled. "See?" He looked at Robert. "She's already interested."

"Hell yeah." I nod as I smiled.

"Help the little girl up, would you?" He asked as he walked away.

Robert was shooting me this look, and I couldn't help but smirk at him. "If you try any funny business," He said through gritted teeth.

I pushed him back. "Shut up man." I looked back at Mr. West. "So, what favors do you need from me?" I asked.

"Your uncle, Johnny owes me some money." He stared at me."A lot, and apparently my messages of threat aren't getting through to him." He lit a cigeratte.

It finally clicked.

That's why Johnny wanted to move all of a sudden.

Stupid asshole.

Mr. West continued. "I heard that you and him didn't like each other so well." He smiled.

I nod. "That is true."

"Great. So, you wouldn't mind bringing him here?" He asks.

I stared at him. "You can't?"

He chuckled. "No, no. You see, Dana. I am wanted, and if I show my face outside, then I will be put in prison." I looked over at Robert, but Mr. West spoke. "I will never put my nephew in any danger."

Nephew?

Fuck.

"What are you wanted for?" I questioned.

He smiled as he stared at me. "Murder." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I was now a little scared of this guy. "But that doesn't bother you, right?" He asked. I shook my head and he smiled. "Good, so would you bring him here? I don't care how you do it, just do it."

"Got it." I said. "Um," I stared at him. "What exactly are you going to do to Johnny?"

He took a puff of his cigeratte before speaking. "Nothing that concerns you, little girl. You and him don't get along, remember?" He smiled. "One more thing," I stared at him. "You have until the end of this week."

"That's two days." I said.

He smiled. "I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me, Dana."

Before I had time to speak, I was grabbed by the arms and pulled out of that room and away from that crazy shit.

-

It was almost night time when I got out of that place, and it surprised me because I didn't know I got knocked out that long.

I didn't want to go home, or to Tommy's. So, I'm riding around while my mind is fucking racing.

How the hell am I suppose to basically kidnap Johnny?

Wait, am I actually thinking about doing that shit?

What am I suppose to do if I don't? Have that crazy ass guy come find me and possibly kill me?

But, what if he kills Johnny?

I may not like the guy, but I don't want to see him dead.

I want to tell Tommy about this, but he would want the police involved and I would not do that. Mr. West would find me and kill me for sure.

I had to keep this to myself until I figure out what the hell I'm going to do.

Without losing my shit.

I pulled up at Julia's and got off. I really need to see her, and I don't know why. It feels like she can make this shit all better even if I don't tell her anything.

I walk inside to find her sitting on the couch. I walk over and sit down next to her. She was reading a book, but placed it down as she noticed me. She stared at me for a moment. "Where have you been?"

I shrug. "Out doing things." I stared at her for a moment. "Errands."

"For your parents?" She wondered.

I slowly nod. "Yeah." I look at the TV for a moment until I could feel her staring at me. I look over at her. "What?"

"I was just thinking." She said.

I raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

She sighed as she pulled her legs up on the couch. "What are we doing, Dana?" She asks.

"What do you mean?"

She looks over at the TV for a moment. "I mean, this whole thing of us seeing each other." She looks back at me. "What is this?" She motions between us.

"Um," I couldn't think for shit because I didn't know what it was. "Wait," I stopped. "I thought you didn't want to label us?"

She shook her head. "I mean- no, I don't. I was just wondering what this was because.." She trailed off, confusing the shit out of herself and me. "I don't even know what to say."

"What do you want this to be?" I asked.

She stared at me as she was thinking. "Something a little more." She barely whispered, but I heard her.

"Really?" I asked. I couldn't help but have a smile on my face. I mean, I didn't want to label what this was either, but something inside of me was dying to label it.

"Maybe I'm crazy for thinking that I could actually have a somewhat normal relationship with a seventeen year old, who happens to be a student of mine." She shakes her head.

I stared at her. "You want a relationship with me?" I asked.

"No, what I meant was-"

"You just said you wanted a somewhat normal relationship." I started laughing as her face was getting red from what she said, and I couldn't help but tease her a little. "You really like me?"

She grabbed a pillow and swung it at my face. "Shut up." When it came in contact, I glared at her as I was telling her run. "Oh shit!" She got up and started running and I was right behind her.

We ran through the living room, down the hall and came to the kitchen. The island that was in the middle was seperating us, and I couldn't help but laugh as she was staring at me, waiting for me to do something.

"I'm sorry." She said.

I laughed. "It's too late, Julia. I'm going to beat your ass now." I ran around the island and heard her scream as I was chasing her out of the kitchen and back through the living room.

I played no more games, as I took a leap from the couch and tackled her to the ground. She was struggling as I had her pinned down. We were both out of breath as we were panting.

I smiled down at her as I pinned her wrists above her hand. "I'm sorry." She said as she was breathing hard. "God, I need to exercise more."

I chuckled. "That'll teach you from hitting me with a pillow."

"It didn't even hurt." She said.

I laughed. "How would you know? You hit me!"

She started laughing and I couldn't help but smile at her. When she stopped, she stared up at me with a slight smile on her face.

"Kiss me."

I stared at her as my heart stopped. "What?"

She smiled. "Kiss me, Dana."

"Why?" I asked almost out of breath.

She shook her head with a smile on her face. "Just do it."

I stared at her for a moment until I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. My grip from her wrists loosened and I felt her hands on my hips as we deepened the kiss.

As soon as it started getting heated, we heard the front door slam and I quickly got off of Julia and stood there while she was laying on the ground.

Andrew walked in and stopped when he saw us. He looked down at Julia then up at me. "What the hell? Did she knock you down or something?"

I helped Julia up as she stared at Andrew. "No, I fell."

"Bullshit." Andrew chuckled. "If she did, then I'm not surprised." Julia stared at him as he smiled. "I mean, you are a weak piece of shit." I started laughing and Andrew smiled at me. "Even Dana agrees."

I look over to see Julia staring at me and I put my hands up in surrender. "I never said anything."

"You laughed." She crossed her arms.

Andrew chuckled. "Ok ok, kids. Lets go into the kitchen. I need to talk to you." He said as he was looking at Julia.

We both followed him into the kitchen. I watched as he stood in front of the counter and Julia stood next to him.

I zoned out what they were saying because I got a text message. I took my phone out and read the message, and instantly felt my heart stop.

Diane, Julia's ex, the cop, Come by looking for you.

Tommy.

How the hell?

Before I could text him back, Julia caught my attention. I looked up to see them both staring at me. "What?"

"We asked if you wanted to come this weekend to have a get-together with us." She stared at me. "Our neighbors will be here."

I nod as I stared at them. "Um, I'll have to see what I'm doing but sure." I shrug.

Julia smiled at me then went back to talking to Andrew.

I shot Tommy a quick text.

What the hell did she want?

As I was waiting for a text, I couldn't understand how Diane even knew about Tommy or what the hell she wanted from him, or me.

What is this bitch doing?

She told me that she knew about my personal life, but-

"Dana?" Julia called out.

I shook my head. "I have to go." I said.

I saw a slight frown on Julia's lips and it made my heart hurt. Andrew spoke after a moment. "Ok, but will you be back?"

"It's a school night." Julia said. She looked over at me. "Have a good night, Dana."

I smiled at them then walked to the door before running out. I got on my bike and quickly got on my bike to go to Tommy's.

What the hell did Diane want?