I miss everyone so much--my friends, my family. Even the school tramp we used to talk crap about all the time because she stole my ex-boyfriend. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. i miss my dog, and my brother and my cats. I miss my room. Hell, I miss just being outside! Anywhere besides in this small cramped room. This room with only one bed, one bedside table, a clock, a sink and a toilet. That's it. They at least had the dignity to put the toilet behind a random wall sticking out into the room, most likely for a small sense of privacy. But it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is the door. this room only has one door. A door that stays locked from the outside.
It's my fault we're here. If I had just listened to my parents and stayed home, none of this would have happened. But no, I had to be a rebel and jump out of my window at night adn goto the movies. What could be so wrong? I'd be gone for about two hours while they slept watching a movie i really wanted to see, then be back before they even knew. Too bad it didn't turn out that way. Sure, i went to the movies. But it's who i met there that changed everything. Changed my life--and my best friends lives too.
I had just made it to the theatre. I had to pee so bad I took off for the restroom right after buying my ticket. After being satisfied, i washed my hands then walked out with my head down, looking for a trash can. That's when I ran right into him. Cade.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, looking up. The boy looking at me looked about my age--he had long black hair that hung softly over his bright green eyes.
"Don't worry about it." he said smiling. I stood there like an idiot starring at him and he chuckled. "I'm Cade."
"Morgan," I murmured, shaking his extended hand. I looked down and realized we were actually shaking hands. Corny. I raised an eyebrow at him. Ha laughed again.
"I know, i know. Not my smoothest move." Cade admitted, holding his hands up as if to surrender. "I'm sorry." I laughed as he smiled at me.
"I don't believe I want to be caught talking to you after that display." His grin got bigger.
"Well," he bent down to pick something up, "looks like you won't have to. We won't have to talk. We can just sit next to each other." Cade handed my back my ticket stub with a smile. My smile never left my face as I said,
"You're going to see this movie too?"
We walked in together and sat in the very back. I honestly didn't mind. As long as I was by him and his hot self, I was alright. As the movie started, I could barely pay attention. My eyes kept drifting over to Cade. Halfway through the movie I knew i was caught because he smiled, and the movie was at a sad part. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on his face. I blushed and looked away and he chuckled. He wasn't smug about anything. He was sweet about it.
"Hey, I'd love to see you again." Cade said as we stood outside the movie theartre. The movie had ended and I was 'waiting for my ride'. Haa, so lying. "Would that be alright with you?"
"Yeah, sure." I agreed, smileing widely.
"Well, there's this dance at my school this friday, and I know we don't know each other very well but we can get to know each other." I nodded vigorously with excitment. His smile grew. "Oh. I don't mean to sound desperate or anything, but I have these two friends--Todd and Clint--that also don't have dates. Do you think you know anyone that could maybe go with them?" I sure did. My two best friends wouls so be down for a blind date.
"I might. I'd have to ask but my two best friends, Claire and Tracie would probably go." Cade's smile spread across his entire face. His eyes glinted with something I couldn't pick up, but i ignored it.
"Great! Here, do you have a pen?" I reached in my purse to find one and handed it to him. He took the cap off then raised his eyebrows at me expectantly. I told him my number while my insides did kartwheels. "Alright, I'll call you about the details. See you then!" He called over his shoulder as he jumped into the passenger seat of a truck. I sighed and started walking to my house, happy with what just happened. I wouldn't have been if I knew what was going to come of it.
That friday Cade called me as promised and just told us to come in black and that him and his friends would pick us up at 6. We were all so excited. We did goto a dance. And it was really fun too--from what I remember. Too bad we never noticed the fact that they spiked our drinks. I remember Tracie's date Clint having to carry her to the car because she had fallen asleep. I thought it was sweet at the time. I remember Claire being all loosey goosey with her date Todd but couldn't even think about it. i was already too drunk (I doubted they'd do anything to major in a car anyway). My senses were off. Before i knew it, I had fallen asleep in the front seat, my hand clasped in Cade's. When i woke up i was here, and Cade told me i could never leave. I cried so much for the first whole week. I didn't eat or drink anything. Cade came in at least twice everyday to check on me and tried to convince me eat eat, but i couldn't. On the verge of death on the second week though, I finally ate.
Now, it has to be at least two months in.
I lay on my back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Nothing better to do. I glance at the clock. 2:15. Around the time where Cade usually pops in for a visit and brings lunch. I sigh and roll over, facing the wall. I don't want to see him today--I never want to see my kidnapper, but today it's even worse.
There's a loud bang on the wall to my left. I jump at the sudden sound, then hear someone scream. My eyes open wide and i cover my ears. Claire is either fighting him, or she's given up. Fight him girl, fight him. Please don't give in to him. Please. My mind screams. Just fight as long as you can. I hear a grunt and then another scream. It's no happening, i tell myself. It's not. I push harder on my ears to block out the noise. I want to cry and scream so I don't have to hear it--but i can't. There's no tears or screams left in me.
I'm pushing so hard on my ears to block out the screams that I don't notice someone coming in the room. A hand touches my elbow and I jump and move away, stunned. Cade raises his arms to surrender as i sink back against the wall. my heart beats like crazy as I try to calm down.
"I'm sorry you have to heear that." Cade says, gesturing towards the other room. "Claire's quite the fighter though, isn't she?" I don't mean to but I sigh in relief. Cade's eyes shift and I see something in them that looks slightly hurt but he quickly changes it back to his normal peppy face, making feel like I'm just seeinging things. "So, how are you feeling today?"
"Fine, I guess." I mumble. "how long has it been?"
"Do you want me to get you a calendor? I can, you know. You just ask that question so much."
"No, it'd just make things worse. How long?"
"Two and a half months."
"Oh," I whisper. Two and a half months. And he's never laid a finger on me.
"Well, are you hungry?" he asks like normal. I shake my head and fall back onto the bed. "Well, do you need anything?" I turn my head to look at him and he shakes his, already knowing what I was about to plead for. Well plead isn't the word. I stopped doing that a long time ago. It's be a waste of time to ask now.
"I'm not hungry. I don't need anything." I say, starring back up at the ceiling. Cade makes a sound of disagreement and stands up.
"I'll just make you something and leave it in here, alright? And you can eat it when you're ready?"
"Alright," he says, and leaves the room. Weird. He was a lot less talkative today. He usually babbles to me about to random stuff he sees on tv. Mostly football.
Suddenly he bursts back through the door.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you the Steelers-" Nevermind.