“For their own kid? I’m sure they will,” I chuckle darkly.
“You can try it, but they won’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“They hate me.”
“People always say that. They hate me, they don’t want me, they don’t care, but at the end of the day, they pay,” I tell her as if I know that for a fact. I don’t know shit. I’ve never done this before, and after today, I won’t be doing it again.
I continue playing the game until she speaks once more.
“I’ve done it before.”
“Done what?”
“Faked a kidnapping.” Now I snort a laugh.
“This isn’t fake, sweetheart.”
“They won’t know that. They’ll think I faked it again.”
“What kind of nutcase fakes a kidnapping?” I ask now, wondering what the hell we just got ourselves into with her.
“The kind that hates her life.”
“Did it work?”
“No.” I shake my head and look back down at the phone. Deciding not to kill the battery, I shut it off and set it on the ground next to me. I tip my head back and close my eyes for a minute when she speaks once more.
“You might as well let me go.”
“Now, why would I do that?”
“You’re not going to get shit for me,” she yells this time.
“Keep yelling, and I’ll gag you. And not in the fun way either,” I inform her.
“It’s true. You won’t get anything. You think I’m just saying that to get out of here, but I’m telling you the truth,” she says. I tilt my head and look over at her, wondering what the hell is wrong with her. Why does she think he parents don’t care about her?
“We’ll see tomorrow.”
“Fine. Doesn’t matter to me either way,” she adds, leaning her head back against the wall.
“You don’t care.”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“You don’t care. You don’t care that we took you or that you’re here,” I state, making an observation.
“Why should I?”
“Maybe because we kidnapped you.”
“And maybe this is better than where I was.” Now I laugh.
“Living in your fancy fucking mansion? I highly doubt that.”
“You don’t know me. You don’t know my life,” she roars at me.
