Why Can't I Just Talk to Her?
In a matter of two seconds the hand had covered my mouth and eyes, dragged me somewhere, put me in a chair, and tired me up.
“Who are you?” came a deep voice from behind me. I tried to spin towards it, but couldn’t move at all.
“I.. I’m Jarred. Why did you grab me? I was only-” I said, keeping my voice in check. At least they won’t know how scared I am. I can keep my pride.
“That girl is none of your business. You best just leave her be.” The voice said.
“Why? How do you know her? Why can’t I just talk to her?” I asked, completly confused.
“I said, it’s none of your business.” The voice growled.
I sighed. “Then untie me so I can leave.”
“Ha you think were stupid do you? Think we’ll untie you and then youll pull a fast one on us do ya?” The voice laughed.
Then, I heard someone else walk into the room. From where the footsteps were compared to the voice I could tell whoever it was came up behind me. They walked in front of me and gasped.
“Why did you follow me?”
It was her!