289 Chapter 289: Solitary Confinemen (1/2)

The lighting man, who'd almost become a stand-in, was the first person to notice that Kylie was being kidnapped; and by the original stand-in, of all people. ”Help!” he shouted. ”Kylie is being kidnapped.”

The director turned in time to see the stand-in turning a corner. He had Kylie over his shoulder, and she was kicking like the devil. He put his hands on his forehead and sighed. He had hired the stand-in without even asking him his name. Now the stand-in had kidnapped their lead, and he had no idea where he'd come from…

As Ethan threw her into the car, Kylie cried, ”Are you sick in the head? Do you need to see a doctor? Should we take you to the hospital?”

Ethan did not even look at her as he strapped her into the car. ”Maybe it is you that is sick,” he replied as he started the car. ”Every time I think that we have an agreement between us, you let your petty jealousy get the better of you!”

As soon as they were on the road, Kylie yelled, ”Stop the car!” She tried to reach for the emergency brake.

”Are you trying to kill us?” he hissed as he batted her hand away.

”I told you to stop!” she roared. ”You should have listened!”

Just being around, Ethan made Kylie sick; she couldn't stop thinking about the video of him and Dora. They had had an agreement, but he had reneged on it long before she had.

Instead of stopping, Ethan increased the speed of the car. They approached a red light, but he speeds right through it. Soon they heard the sound of police sirens, and it wasn't long before they were on their tail. A loudspeaker screamed at them: ”Pull over immediately! Stop at once! You are in violation of the law!”

Ethan watched the police through the rearview mirror and grimaced. The police had never been a friend of his. In his heart, he was an Anarchist, and he was often heard saying, ”We don't need a government. As grown adults, we should know how to govern ourselves, and if anyone gets out of line, let the mob put them back in line!”

Ethan pushed the gas pedal to the floor, and Kylie was pushed back in her seat. Seeing that they were approaching the highway and that Ethan was distracted, she grabbed the emergency brake and pulled it back as hard as she could.

The tires gripped the road hard, and the car spun left, did a complete 180, and hit the guard rails. Kylie took the bulk of the trauma as glass shattered inward, impaling tiny splinters into her face. For a second, she felt Ethan pulling at her hair. She could hear him yelling, but she couldn't make out what he was saying – and then she passed out.

Ethan had his hands wrapped around Kylie's neck, and it wasn't until he looked up that he realized that he'd gone too far. The car was surrounded by police officers, and they all had their guns drawn. He had let his anger get the better of him again. ”Let the girl go!” one officer was shouting, ”Or we will be forced to shoot!”

As soon as Ethan stepped out of the car, one of the police officers cracked his baton against the back of his head, and he fell to his knees. He gave a signal, and his partner grabbed his arms, twisted them behind his back, and threw a pair of handcuffs on him. Together, they pulled him up on his feet, pushed him towards their car, and shoved him inside.

When Kylie opened her eyes, she recognized the crystal lamp above her head and the dazzling necklace that she'd left behind. Her vision was fuzzy, and her head hurt. The last thing that she remembered was hitting the rails on the highway. She sat up slowly and moaned. She touched the back of her head and was not surprised to find that it was swollen.