"Your daddy's not here to help you now." I felt my knees go weak, and my heart started pounding out of my chest as he pulled me. 'No, I have got to fight back!' I thought to myself.. I bit his hand and while he was in his paining furry, I ran. 'Okay, there's a diner down the street. I'll call the police and then my mom.' I planned in my head. I ran down the street to the diner and ran right into a tall dark looking man.
"Are you okay? Here, let me help you up."
"Oh, God! You have got to help me. There's this guy he grabbed me and tried to kidnap me. I need to call the police." Just then the a tall man came running in.
"Come one Marrisa, lets go." He said to me. Now, I had never seen this man in my life.
"Who are you?" The one I ran into asked the man.
"I'm her brother. Come on Marrisa. Lets go."
"Do you know this man?" He asked me.
"I swear I have never seen this man in my life. Keep him away."
"She doesn't wanna go with you. Now leave." He said turning back to the man.
"No, she's my sister. Now move."
"I'm not going anywhere with you. I don't know who you are. Leave me alone!" I screamed at him.
"Go."
"No."
"Marrisa, your coming with me. Come on." The guy I ran into took my hand and we rushed out the door. I didn't know him, but at this point, I really didn't know who anyone was. I was scared, I had to go somewhere. We ran to his car and I got in the front seat.
"Okay, introductions are needed here. I'm Kevin. I'm only in town for a few days but its still nice to meet you." He said starting the car. "Now, where do you live?"
"Oh please don't take me home!"
"Well where do you want me to take you?"
"I don't know, take me where ever your going. Wait....... that didn't come out right. Look that probably sounded sexual, but it wasn't meant to be. I don't know what's going on, but right now your the only one I trust. Just please..... take me with you. Please?"
"Alright. But why can't you trust your family or friends now?"
"Because the guy who grabbed me..... my father sent him. I don't know why or how or whatever. but he knew my name, he knew my father, and I don't think I can trust him now. My friends.... well I only have one, Molly. And well her parents don't trust me cause they don't trust my parents. Again, I don't know why, but at this point there is alot of stuff I don't know." I said looking at my hands.
"Has anything like this ever happened to you before?" He said stopping in a driveway.
"Geez! Don't remind me. Lets see, when I was 4 someone at a mall someone tried to kidnap me, and when I was 9 someone did the same. Thats when we moved to Orlando. All the others happened in New York." I said as we sat there. Tears were starting to well up.
"Don't cry. I'll keep you safe. But you don't know why there after you?"
"No clue."
"Well come on. Your gonna meet my cousin Brian, and stay here for a while. Then when we leave you can come too. But I'm still gonna call the police." He said opening the door.
"Alright." I said and got out of the car. We walk inside and saw a guy with sandy brown hair, and another with long dark hair. "Oh God. I gotta go." I said and tried to rush out the door.
"Why whats wrong?" Kevin asked standing in front of the door.
"Its him. He was the one who attacked me 8 years ago." I said pointing to the one with the dark hair.
"What?" he said in shock.
"Its him. I'm serious."
"Wait, wait. I look like him now? Or what?"
"You look like him now." I answered.
"Thats impossible then. I look beyond different then I did when your talking about. See I'll show you." He went over and got a photo book and turned to a page with 5 guys in it. "Dose that look like your attacker?"
"No, who is that?"
"Thats me."
"Oh, sorry." I said looking at my hands.
"Its okay. But one who are you? Two why are you here? And three whats all this about an attacker?" he asked. "By the way, I'm Howie, and that over there is Brian." he said pointing to the sandy haired one.
"Hi. I'm Marrisa. And Kevin, do me a favor?"
"Name it."
"Could you tell them to story? I'm still kinda jumpy."
"Sure, just sit down here and you can help with any part that I'm missing." We all found a spot to sit down.
"Okay, I was about to leave the diner......" He told them the whole story about me running into him and I told them about me nearly getting kidnaped 2 other times. After words Kevin called the police and told them about what happened and guess what they said..... yup, they "Can't do anything about it now because they don't have enough evidence."
"Okay excuse my french, but what bull shit!" I said after they told me. I wasn't sad anymore, I was just plain pissed.
"Don't worry, we won't let them get ahold of you. We're gonna be traveling all the time so it'll be hard to track you." Brian said gently putting his arms around my shoulders.
"Okay. One question..... why are we going to be traveling all the time?"
"Well we're gonna be on tour."
"Huh?"
"You don't know who we are?" Kevin asked.
"No. Am I suppose to?"
"We're the Backstreet Boys. Or 3/5 of them anyways."
"Sorry never herd of you. Are you new?"
"Nope, been popular since late 97'. "Howie answered.
"Well what kinda of music do you sing?"
"Mostly pop."
"Oh, figures."
"Why?"
"Well I only listen to alternative, a little rock and country, and rap every now and then. But I love Nirvana and Journey."
"Uh-oh." Brian said laughing.
"I didn't do it."
"I know, its nothing."
"Whats nothing?"
"Nick's just a huge fan of both of them."
"Oh. Who's Nick?"
"Another member of the group."
"Oh."
"He should be here in a few minutes with AJ."
"Who should?" A blond said walking into the room with a guy with orange hair. "Hel-lo."
"You should. This," Brian said holding my shoulders. "Is Marrisa."
"Hi, Marrisa. I'm AJ. This guy thats playing rock right now, is Nick." He said kissing my hand.
"Hey Frack! Wake up!" Brian screamed in his ear. I did have to admit, he was real cute.
"Huh?"
"Hi Nick, I'm Marrisa." I said shaking his hand.
"Hi." He said with a bright smile.
"So I hear your a big Nirvana fan?"
"Yeah, yeah. I love them." He answered nervously.
"Okay, I can see its gonna take you a while to adjust to me, so lets go and join the others."
"Uh, huh." He said keeping his eyes on me.
"How old are you guys anyways?" I asked walking into the room with Nick right behind me.
"Well I'm 27, Howie's 26, Brian's 24, AJ's 21, and Nick just turned 19. How old are you?"
"I'm 17. But don't you think your a little too old to be called Backstreet Boys?"
"Well not 6 years ago when we first started out."
"So, how long have you been a fan, Marrisa?" AJ asked.
"Ummm...... I'm not a fan, hell I didn't even know who you were till Kevin told me."
"The if you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"
"Long story. Too many tears." I answered. Nick just looked over at Kevin.
"Don't asked." He said responding to his look.
"Ok-ay." Nick responded.
"Well when do you guys start the tour?"
"Next week. Its an American tour then it leads off to a European tour."
"Oh, okay. Cool." I paused. "Crap! I need to call Justin! Can I use your phone?" I asked rushing up.
"Yeah, here." Kevin answered throwing me the cordless. I hurried up and dialed Justin's cell number.
"Justin?"
"Yeah, where are you?"
"Wait, are you at my parent's house?"
"Yeah, waiting for you."
"Justin. Get out of there now! Their dangerous. Leave the house and tell me when your gone." I told him in a stern voice. I waited a few minutes until he came back on.
"Okay, I'm out. What's this all about anyways?"
"Look, I know we haven't really gone on a date yet, but I'm gonna have to take a rain check. I have to leave town for a while. I'm really sorry." I said sadly.
"Its okay, just tell me one thing?"
"Sure."
"Its not because you don't like me is it?"
"Oh Justin no. It has nothing to do with you. I mean I know we have only known each other for a few days, but I think your one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. But I just have to go, not because of you, but my parents. I'm real sorry, but I'll call when I can okay?"
"Okay. But be careful alright."
"I promise." I said smiling.
"Okay, bye Marrisa."
"Bye Justin." I said and hung up the phone.
