I Wanna Hold Your Hand
“Hoots
Mon, there’s a moose, loose, aboot this hoos...”
Agnes
McLeod listened to the sounds of the radio as she dried her long brown hair
off. It was the last night of term at St
Blazius, and her friends from the Upper Sixth had decided to dress up for a
night on the town. As the daughter of the chair of Scottish Steel, she had
decided to go for a traditional style of dress, but modded up a little as she
would put it.
So
she had put on a long sleeved blouse, the top two buttons left open to attract
the young men, and a knee length tartan kilt in the colours of the Black Watch,
a matching bonnet perched to one side on her head. The outfit was completed by a pair of black
and white leather kitten heels.
“My
you are going to paint the town red,” her roommate said as she returned from
the shower back, a towel round her body as she rubbed her blonde hair with
another.
“I
know - I just feel as if I’m coming to the next stage,” Agnes said as she
looked at Chloe. “We’re eighteen, we’re
liberated women - and school will soon be a memory.”
“So
you’re looking forward to St Andrews?”
“If
the results are good enough - I’ll see you in the common room.”
Chloe
nodded as she watched the young woman run out of the room, then opened her
wardrobe and took out her dress. “Oh
this is going to stun them,” she said as she looked at herself in the mirror,
and then put the dress on the bed.
“Och
aye - you look fantastic,” Frankie Burges said as Agnes came in. She was sitting in the leather armchair, the
hem of her psychedelic print dress rising just above her knees, and her feet in
taupe sandals. The skirt was sleeveless, with a square yoke collar, but fitted
her body like a glove.
“Thanks,”
Agnes said as she sat down, looking at the brown haired school friend. She had
a white Alice band holding her hair back as she stood up and smoothed her dress
down. “Where’s Carol?”
“Right
here,” Carol Hardcastle said as she walked in, the heels of her white go-go
boots clipping on the floor. “Does your
mother know you dress like that,” Agnes said as she saw Carol’s purple and
yellow print minidress, the round collar showing a silver locket under it.
“Our
beloved headmistress has retired for the night,” Carol said as she came in, the
tops of her boots hugging her legs, “but wait until you get a sight of your
roommate.”
“What
do you - oh my,” Agnes said as Chloe came in. She was wearing a silver metallic
minidress with tight over the knee black leather boots, and smiled at the reaction
she was getting from the others.
“That’s
exactly how I want the boys to react tonight,” Chloe said as she sat down. “So when are we heading to the dance hall?”
“We
just need Babs to join us, and we’ll be on our way.”
“You
called?”
They
looked at the doorway to see Barbara Bingham, Babs to them all, standing in the
doorway. She was wearing a red
minidress, sleeveless with a thin white trim and buttons arranged as if it was
a great-jacket from a military uniform, and brown leather laced knee length
boots that had a two inch heel.
“Right
then - five girls ready to hit the town - let’s go and show them how we like to
par-TAY at St Blazius School for Young Ladies!”
The
five of them ran out of the room, leaving a quiet and peace behind them that
was not set to last...
The
music was blaring out as The Diggers played their covers of the current hit
tunes, the five girls dancing in a group as the boys stood at the side and
looked at them.
“Have
you seen the way he’s eyeing you up,” Frankie said as she danced with her hands
in front of her, her legs moving to the beat.
“I think he really likes you.”
“What,
the barrow lad?” Agnes shook her head as
she moved, and said “No chance - Daddy and Mummy would have a fit.”
“I
thought Daddy and Mummy worked their way out of the East End of Glasgow.”
“They
did - that’s why they’d have the fit,” Agnes said as she looked round. “I need a drink - who wants to come with me?”
“I’ll
come,” Chloe said as they walked to the bar, her bottom catching admiring
glances as they made their way over.
“You
do know half the boys are ogling you,” Agnes said as she waited for the two
bottles of Coca Cola she had ordered.
“Let
them - I want to be a model, so this is going to be a good start. I want to live the life of luxury.”
“You
already do, Lady Chloe Anderson - and you live it to the full.”
“How
true,” Chloe said as she raised her bottle.
“To the future.”
“To
the... Owch.” Agnes put her hand to the
back of her neck and rubbed it for a second.
“I think I was just bitten!”
“Let
me have a look,” Chloe said as Agnes put her head forward. She could see a little red welt, but no sign
of anything else.
“Whatefer
it wsss,” Agnes said as she sagged a little into Chloe’s arms, “Iflll a
bitfnnneee...”
“Come
on,” Chloe said as she put Agnes’ arm over her neck, “Let’s get you outside for
some fresh air.”
“Now
where are they going,” Frankie said as she watched Chloe and Agnes head for the
door, two boys following them out. “Come
on.”
“Come
on what?”
“Come
in,” she said as she grabbed the arm of Carol and dragged her towards the
door. As they approached, they saw the
two boys walk out, and followed behind them.
“Where
did they go,” Carol said as they looked up and down the street, empty save for
the dark van parked on the corner.
“Let’s
look down there,” Frankie said, and as they approached the van they heard
voices. Turning the corner, they caught
a glimpse of a silver dress and a black boot covered leg as it disappeared into
the back of the van.
“HEY!”
Frankie shouted as she ran over, only to be grabbed by one of the two young men
who had left before them.
“Looks
like we got a couple on nosy friends,” he said as Carol was pulled to Frankie’s
side by the other man. The two girls
looked at each other as two more men climbed out of the back of the van.
“Oh
well - the more the merrier,” one of them said as he held out two
blindfolds. “Get them in the back and
let’s get the hell out of here. We can’t
leave them anyway - they’ve seen us.”
Frankie
and Carol tried to break free, to run away, but the men were too strong as the blindfolds
were put over their heads, and they were forced into the back of the van. They felt their wrist and ankles been secured
with some sort of rough rope, and then something smoothed over their mouths
that pulled at their skin, before they felt a jolt as the van moved...
Babs
looked out of the door as the black van drove past, calling out “Hey - where
did you go?” She looked at the van for a
moment, before heading back into the nightclub.
“Can
I use your phone please,” she said to the hatcheck girl, “It’s an emergency...”
“This
was meant to be a simple snatch”
“Yeah,
yeah - but then the girlfriend fought back, we had to drag her in, and then her
friends came along...”
“Well,
we’ll send the ransom demand to McLeod, and I’m sure Lord Birkenknoll will pay
handsomely for the return of his daughter.”
“Yeah
- but what about these two?”
Frankie
reached as much as she could with her hands, and found Carol’s fingers, gripping
them tightly as she mewled into whatever was covering her mouth. The van was bumping along the road, but the
really scary thing was there was no other sound from the other two.
“Gnsss? Chlee?”
“They’re
having a little nap,” the voice said, “and if you don’t want to join them, you
need to stay silent.” Frankie nodded and
whimpered, wondering what was going to happen to them as the van came to a
sudden stop.
“What
the - who are the others?” she heard a woman say.
“Sorry
Ma - these two stumbled over us, and this one was with Miss McLeod. I think you’ll like her though.”
Frankie
felt the van move, and then her legs kicked by someone, before the female voice
said “Yeah - we can use her. Take those
two into the cellar, then take these two into a room until we can decide what
to do with them.”
“You
got it, Ma,” Carol heard them say as she was lifted up and thrown over
someone’s shoulder, a hand slapping her bottom as the voice said 2Now you
behave yourself, or Ma may have to punish you.”
She felt herself being carried, and then dropped on some sort of
mattress. After a few minutes, she heard
an “Oooommm” as someone was dropped next to her.
“Frnkkeee?”
“Smmm,”
she heard Frankie say as the man called out “Don’t make a move.” They both turned their heads and heard the
door close, then a key turning, before they started to rub their heads to try
and remove their blindfolds.
Frankie
managed to dislodge hers first, to see Carol lying on her side in front of her,
her hair band gone as the cloth over her head pushed it back. She had a wide strip of brown sticking
plaster pressed down over her mouth, and Frankie could see the bands of rough
brown rope around Carol’s booted ankles.
Her arms were pulled behind her back, and Frankie correctly guessed more
of the same rough rope was holding her wrists together.
“Shwwdwgttfths,”
Carol said as she finally dislodged her blindfold, and looked at her
friend. Frankie looked round - they were
on a double bed, the bare mattress slightly stained, and the walls were painted
a dull brown. There was no other
furniture, nothing that they could use except their own hands.
“Rllfr,”
Frankie said, and she rolled over onto her side, looking over her shoulder and
down to her red painted nails. Carol
looked, nodded, and then turned onto her own side, shuffling back so that
Frankie could start to pick at the knot that held the rope tightly round her
own wrists.
It
seemed to take an eternity, but eventually Frankie managed to loosen the cords
enough for Carol to shake a wrist free. Sitting
herself up, she reached up and yanked the tap away from her mouth, stifling the
urge to shout out before she looked at Frankie.
“Your turn,” she said as her friend rolled over, and allowed Carol to
untie her wrists.
“Want
me to pull that off,” Carol said, but Frankie shook her head, instead choosing
to untie her legs before she gently pulled the plaster away from her mouth.
“Where
do you think we are,” he said as they stood up and looked round the room. The only window was boarded up, and they had
to be careful to make sure the bare floorboards did not creak as they walked.
“Do
you think you can get this door open,” Frankie said as Carol looked at the
lock.
“Possibly
- if I can get the key out,” she said as she peered in. “Got a couple of hairpins I can borrow?”
Frankie
reached up and pulled two hairpins out, her brown hair falling from the beehive
it had been in as Carol worked on the lock.
They both held their breath at the soft clink as the key fell outside,
then heard the tumblers click and turn before Carol put her hand on the door
handle and turned it.
“You
heard me, McLeod,” they heard the female voice from earlier say “We want fifty
thousand, small denomination notes, or you don’t see your little girl
again. We’ll be in touch.”
The
sound of a phone slamming down filled the air, before she said “Get me a
beer.” The two girls looked over the
banister to see four young men sitting down, one of them handing a grey haired
woman in a black blouse, lurid red leather miniskirt and waistcoat, and red
boots a bottle of beer.
“Let’s
party boys,” she said as she took a long drink, “with her and her ladyship, we
should net a cool 100 thousand.”
“Great,”
Frankie whispered, “professional kidnappers.
Where do you think the others are?”
“They
said they were going in the basement,” Carol whispered back, “so I think all we
can do is wait for them to do something helpful - like pass out or get dead
drunk.”
Frankie
nodded, watching as they slowly made their way through the crate of
bottles. She could see the clock from
her vantage point - it had showed twelve when they got out of the room, but it
was nearer to three before the last of the men closed his eyes, the empty
bottle rolling from his hands onto the floor.
“Let’s
go,” Frankie said as she nudged Carol awake, and they slowly crept down the
staircase, trying to avoid the bottles and rubbish as they crept across the
room and towards a door at the far side.
Slowly opening it, they found a staircase, and so they made their way down,
Frankie pulling on a cord at the bottom to turn on a light.
“FRNKEKEKEECRLLLL”
Agnes moaned out from the chair she was tied to, the white rope around her
waist, chest and lap. Her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, and
then secured by her ankles to the front leg, while a white cloth covered her
mouth.
“Shhh
- they’re asleep upstairs,” Frankie said as she walked behind Agnes and untied
the ends of the cloth, dropping it over her neck to reveal a large cloth
stuffed into her mouth. As she eased it
out, Carol went to look after Chloe.
The
fourth girl was lying on a single bed, her wrist tied to the iron headboard
with ropes while her ankles were bound apart to the foot of the bed. A blue towel was tied between her teeth, the
drool dripping off it as Carol eased it out of her friend’s mouth.
“Thanks,”
she croaked as Carol untied her, and Agnes was freed by Frankie. “We need
to...” Her talking was stopped by a noise
at the top of the stairs. They stopped,
listening to the grumbles and snores, before silence fell once more over the
house.
“So
what are we going to do now?”
“Well,”
Frankie said as she helped Agnes to stand up, “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting
out of here. Who’s’ with me?”
“Hell
yeah,” Carol said as they slowly made their way back up the staircase, the four
of them creeping across the floor as the men and the one they called “Ma” were
snoring gently in their chairs.
“Well,
here goes nothing,” Carol said as she slowly pulled down the handle on the
front door, watching as it swung in...
“And
where do you think you girls are going?”
The
four of them turned to see Ma looking at them, her arms crossed as two of the
men got up behind her.
“Carol
- RUN!” Frankie screamed as she pushed her friend out of the door, then said
“OW!” as one of the men grabbed her, pulling her to the side as he slammed the
door shut.
“I
don’t know how you got out of that room,” Ma said to Frankie as she walked up
to her, and pulled her head down by yanking on her dress, “but you’re gonna
regret it - you and your friends too.”
“Please,
don’t hurt us,” Frankie pleaded as the men walked forward.
“Too
late dearie - it’s time to...”
“POLICE-
NOBODY MOVE!”
The
front door was broken down as a squad of policemen poured in, over powering the
kidnappers as the three young girls stepped back.
“Hey
- I thought you might want a hand to get out.”
“BABS!” Frankie ran over and embraced her friend,
before saying “Where’s Carol?”
“Talking
to Dad outside - it helps to have the Chief Constable a phone call away,” Babs said
as she looked at them. “Are you all
right - and what happened anyway?”
“They
were only going to kidnap Agnes,” Chloe said, “they fired some sort of dart at
her at the dance hall. I carried her
out, so they grabbed me as well, trussed us up, gagged us, and then made us
watch as our two best friends stumbled into the van as well.”
“I
saw the van leave,” Babs said as the gang was frogmarched out, “and called Dad
with the registration. Next thing I
know, he comes and picks me up, brings me here and - wallop.”
“Some
last night, eh,” Frankie said as they walked outside to join Carol. “Are you lot all right,” Chief Constable
Bingham said as he looked at them.
“They’re
fine Daddy - just take us back to the school please.”
“Well,
if you’re sure,” he said as he signalled to a constable. “Take them back to St Blazius - and Barbara?”
“Yes
Daddy?”
“I’ll
see you later to bring you home.”
“Yes,
Daddy,” Barbara said as she shook her head.
“Well, what are we going to do with the rest of the night?”
“I
don’t know,” Frankie said as they walked to the car, “How about a game of truth
or dare?”
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