Follow The Rules

I'm not trustworthy

It must've been hours later that Oliver became aware of a new, very real problem.

"Hey." He shouted, thankful that they had left his mouth untapped when they were last here. Since the weird encounter with George, neither of them had returned to the room, but Oliver could hear them. They had argued when they had first left, because Oliver could hear their raised voices, but he still couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. After that he heard them shuffling around the room and something that sounded like it could be a T.V.

"Hey." His shouts came out raspy, from his dry throat, and he thought that asking for some water might need to be added to his to do list. He continued to yell, trying to get louder and louder until finally the door slammed open with such force that Oliver heard it rebound against the wall and pushed open again.

"What the f**k is your problem?" This was B and Oliver recoiled against the pole at the forcefulness of his voice. He was angry.

"I-," Oliver faltered before swallowing and taking a deep breath in. "I need to pee." He felt embarrassed asking, but after what must've been close to twenty four hours since school ended, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

The chuckle that followed could no doubtable have come from George. Oliver was glad that he was blindfolded so that the fucker couldn't see him rolling his eyes in annoyance. Of course he had to be there too.

"I'll take him." George was obviously, all too happy about his request and Oliver heard him move towards him, his knee coming up to his chest in same lame attempt of protection.

"George." The simple use of his name was an order and George seemed to obey instantly, the sound of him walking stopping suddenly. The name was warning and there must've been some inaudible conversation that happened between his kidnappers as Oliver sat in silence until the footsteps moved further away and out the door.

Then B's footsteps approached him, and he was certain it was B and B alone this time. He'd learnt that although B's footsteps were heavier, they sounded more precise, as though he always knew where he was going and why. Georges on the other hand were light and he tended to drag his feet more than B. It was a useful tool that being blindfolded had forced upon him.

The footsteps went straight past Oliver to the other side of the pole and Oliver had to stop himself from jumping away from the hand he felt come over his right shoulder and grip him under his armpit.

"I swear, kid." B grunted as he yanked Oliver upwards and he was surprised to find B did it easily. Oliver on the other hand, found the simple movement so unbearable that couldn't help but let out a cry of pain as he was hoisted to his feet. Although B had to continue to hold him against the pole because his legs were tingling and unable to support himself, B seemed to ignore the obvious pain Oliver was in. "If this is some elaborate scam and you're planning to try and get away, no that it won't work, and if you do try, you'll be feeling the consequences of it for months."

His words scared Oliver as he heard his handcuffs being adjusted, but mainly because he couldn't believe he had been stupid enough to not think of using it as a way to get away earlier. Now, he just really needed to use the bathroom, and B would be on his case and he'd have no chance. The threat was very convincing.

For the briefest of moments one of his wrists was free from the handcuffs, but B manoeuvred him so quickly that his hands were recuffed behind his back, free from the pole.

B half dragged, half escorted Oliver in the opposite direction from the door his kidnappers always entered from until Oliver felt the change of room. Everything around him felt tighter, like there was less space, and he knew they had entered a bathroom.

B learnt Oliver against what felt like a sink and he felt his kidnapper's presence in front of him.

"Okay, so, um." B said awkwardly, clearing his throat and Oliver knew why it was awkward for him. It was awkward for Oliver too.

"You know," Oliver started, not wanting to push his luck, but more than willing to give it a go to avoid this kind of situation. "You could just untie my hands and I could do this myself."

"Unfortunately kid, I don't trust you enough for that."

"You don't trust me?" Oliver asked with a disbelieving laugh. "That's funny considering the position we're in right now."

B said nothing as he roughly grabbed hold of Oliver's belt and undid it, but even though he was trying to act like it didn't bother him, Oliver could feel the hesitancy of B's hands as they moved to his fly.

"f**k this." Oliver said squirming away from B's hands. "I don't need to go. I'll hold it."

"Like s**t you're going to be able to hold it all weekend." B said, but he obviously wanted to consider the option. Oliver's pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees and pushed backwards where he landed harshly on the toilet. "You can pee sitting down. I'll give you a minute."

And a moment later, he heard a door being closed.

Oliver considered a runaway attempt, but he was in absolutely no position to do so. Blindfolded, handcuffed, no idea where he was with two kidnappers just outside while he sat with his pants around his ankles. He was really in no position to try anything right now.

He thought about what B had said for a moment. "Like s**t you're going to be able to hold it all weekend." All weekend. So they planned to keep him there all weekend. He could handle that. He believed it to be around Saturday afternoon. One more day maximum he had to last. That was doable. As long as he kept his distance from George and did what they asked him, he would be okay.

Once B had restrained him back around the pole and pushed him to the ground to his original position, Oliver was feeling a lot more optimistic about his situation. One more day.

"By the way," B said just before he received a kick to the stomach. Oliver heaved in pain, very glad he went to the bathroom before he received a blow like that. "You keep that trap shut until we talk to you, unless you want to be gagged again. You're lucky I didn't let George touch you after you yelled like that." Then he was gone.

Maybe one more day would be more difficult than he thought.

"Well, Mrs. Tyler." B barged into the room, not as violently as he had previously, but he certainly wasn't happy. "Perhaps you need some encouraging." It didn't take long for Oliver to understand that B was on the phone to his mother again, but the words he was saying didn't register until he received a hard kick to his left shoulder. He let out a cry of pain at the ferocity of the kick and the already sore muscles of his neck, shoulder and arms. Before he even really had time to react, there was another nasty blow to his head, warranting another howl from Oliver.

"Stop it." Oliver whimpered shamelessly, as he wondered how his world could be spinning even when he's blindfolded.

"Yeah I'll stop, Ollie." B said casually yet almost out of breathe. He put a lot of effort into those hits. "Your mum and dad just have to agree to meet us alone in twenty four hours with the money, or you'll never see them again." Oliver knew he wasn't really talking to him, but his Mum who was on the phone, obviously hearing their son in pain because of something they'd probably refused to do.

"Good." B continued after a moment of silence and Oliver could feel the man squatting in front of him. "I'll message you with the location soon."

"Why the f**k did you have to do that?" Oliver spat once he had regained enough balance to hold his head up straight.

"Oh, quit your complaining kid." B said arduously. "Looks like you get to go home tomorrow." Oliver would have smiled or at least feel a touch of relief if he wasn't in so much pain. He could only imagine the state he was going to be given back in and the look on his parents face when they saw him. Well, his mothers face at least. His dad probably wouldn't even come.

"George." The sudden loudness of B's voice startled Oliver, causing even more pain to rattle through his brain and body. A moment later he heard George enter the room and Oliver subconsciously held his breath. "We're just going to sort a few things out, okay?" Oliver wasn't sure who the question was aimed at, so didn't bother replying and nothing came from George either, so he either nodded his answer or didn't bother replying like Oliver.

"Now," B started, apparently thinking about his words before he had to say them. "I need to go scope out our probable drop off location for tomorrow to make sure we won't be running into some kind of ambush." Oliver immediately tensed at the realisation that B will be leaving this place. Leaving him alone with George. The reason why he needed to "sort some things out" became evident.

"But." B said earnestly, clearly noticing the reaction his words had on Oliver. "George is not going to touch you." His words sounded more like a warning than a promise, which didn't help to relax Oliver in the slightest. "George understands that if he were to touch you, he would be leaving a s**t tonne of evidence that could be used to convict him, and since he's not the most trustworthy of sorts, would end up convicting me." There was a pause in which no one said anything, and Oliver presumed there was some sort of stare down happening between B and George.

"George also understands that while your father may be the scum of the earth," B continued and for the first time Oliver got clarification as to why he was there and heard the hatred B held for his father. It scarily seemed to run even deeper than his own hatred. "You on the other hand," B continued, "are completely innocent in all this and you just happened to have been an easy target for us and found yourself screwed up in all of this." Easy target? Although he may only be five foot six at the moment, he wasn't exactly weak. Playing sports all his life had made him quite strong for a sixteen year old. Again, he was glad he were blindfolded because had they seen the eye roll he gave, he was sure he would have received some sort of beating.

"Also, George is completely aware that you are sixteen and a minor." B stressed the word sixteen, and for once, he was glad he wasn't of age. If George were to touch him, he would be in so much more trouble than if he were eighteen. "A minor, George." B reminded and Oliver felt him stand up from the squatted position next to him.

"Are we all clear?" Again, he knew B was trying to make it sound assuring for Oliver, but this time he was even more certain that everything he had just said was a warning for George, and none of the words were meant for Oliver.

"Crystal." Oliver didn't need to be able to see to know that that man was trying to suppress a smirk and there was no doubt in his mind that George was lying. B obviously had his doubts as well because he moved over to where George's voice came from.

"I'm serious, George." B's voice was a low whisper, and he clearly didn't intend for Oliver to hear, but being blindfolded for the past twenty four hours, had severely increased Oliver's hearing ability, so he heard every word.

"So am I, B." George countered innocently. "I understand."

There was a moment when nobody moved. It was like everyone understood the reality of the situation, but no one was going to admit it. No one could. George, was obviously going to deny what he wanted until he got it. B had to leave. If this was all going to end the way he intended it to, then he had to keep going with the plan, even if it meant leaving Oliver there. And Oliver, he was just praying that this was all in his head. That he only imagined the unease of the whole situation.

"Next time I'll see you, Oliver, we'll be handing you over to your parents." His words sounded anything but encouraging because Oliver knew the true meaning of the words. "Next time I'll see you, Oliver, you'll most likely be damage beyond repair and there's nothing else I can do to stop it."

Oliver's breathing was fast and shallow as he tried to calm himself down, listening to the only thing between him and his worst fear leave the room. That was the only thing he could hear for a while before George let out a long sigh and moved towards him.

"Well, B was right." He said as he sat down next to Oliver who tried to recoil as far away from the man as he could. His breathing hitched when he felt a hand placed on his knee.

"I'm not trustworthy."