Dreaming of the Kiss

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Lucy Sewell and her boyfriend, Erick Mathews, are kidnapped but its not a typical kidnapping. They are separated and when they are each get a protector. Lucy gets Eric Booth, who happens to have a crush on her. Can she stay loyal and still survive the kidnapping?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Lucy

Submitted: May 12, 2013

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Submitted: May 12, 2013





The room is dark. There is just enough light for me to see the small room I am in. the light filtered in from a small window that had been boarded up. The room was about the size of a king bed, one door, one window and nothing else. Nothing else but me. Then there was me. I awoke here, bound and gagged. Last I remember I was running down gangster streets in NY. A drug deal gone wrong. My boyfriend, Erick Mathews, was sick and had asked me to go for him. Thanks to him I am were I am now. I am lying on the floor. Dust up my nose, dirt in my blond hair and slimy green stuff on my face. I sleep.

“Lucy!” I hear Erick calling my name. I knew I had to be dreaming. Erick was safe at home. But the only thing was he sounded worried. And in my dreams he was always happy. Slowly I open my eyes and look around the room. The room is lit by moonlight. What I see scares me awake. Erick, bound lying on the floor on the other side of the room. We looked at each other and I knew that no matter what we would stay together. That was my last thought before I drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to the door being opened and a man walking in. I realize I’m shivering. The room couldn’t be more than 60 degrees and I was in mini shorts and a tank top. The man looks at me and rips the duct tape off my mouth.

“If I untie you will you try to escape?” the man asks.

“No.” I say.

He looks at Erick.

“I won’t either.” Erick says.

He cuts the ropes binding our hands and feet. Then he walks out and as soon as the door closes Erick rushes over to me and pulls me into his arms. For the first time since this whole thing started I cried. I put my head against his chest and he put his head against mine. Soon I drifted into sleep.

I dreamed that Erick and I were home. But when I woke up I was still in the small room. I tap Erick and he kisses me. Then he stands up and offers me his hand. I take it and stand up. We walk to the window. I look out one of the small openings and enjoy the sun on my face. Soon I sit back down and next to Erick. After a while the sun sets and I welcome the night. The end of my second day in hell. Erick lays down and I next to him. His warmth seeping into me. His touch electrifying yet somehow calming. Soon I am sleeping in his arms. In my dream, I was home, safe, and Erick was missing, and I was left to wonder what had happened to him. When I woke up I was in tears. I snuggled into Erick’s arms. I knew, no matter what I would be happiest here.

“You want to talk about it baby?” he asks his brown eyes shining with concern as he looks into my blue eyes.

“No” I say looking back at him before kissing him. After a moment he starts kissing me back. The kiss continues for about 5 minutes when suddenly I hear the door open and we break apart. Then we look up and see the guard from last night come in. “My name is Eric.” He says, looking at me while he says it. “It’s my job to keep you here and alive.” He continues to look at me. “I’m sorry you had to be dragged into this Mrs.-“

“Lucy, Miss Lucy Sewell” I say surprised by the Mrs.

His smile just got a lot bigger. “Well Miss Lucy, I’ll do my best to get you out of here but I can’t say the same for you boyfriend.  He has to stay until we get what we want, then he can go home.”

“No. I’m not leaving Erick.”

“Alright, that’s your choice, but you must understand this isn’t a hotel, it’s a salve serves.”

“I know and I understand, but I am not leaving my boyfriend.”

“Baby please, go home, I don’t want you hurt.” He says his eyes saying something completely different, his eyes are begging me to stay.

“Erick Richard Mathews, there is no fucking way I am leaving you!” I say.

“Baby, the worst thing is that I’m happy that you are staying. But baby I really don’t want you hurt.”

“Look I understand that you two are having a moment but I need to know, is Lucy staying or not?”

“She goes” Erick says at the same time I say “I’m staying.”

“Alright I’ll let you two talk about it for a few minutes but I’ll be back in a couple minutes. Erick, you will get your own room and Lucy I suggest you go home, if you chose to stay you will be separated, most of the time at least.”

“I don’t care I plan on staying.”

“Alright then, I’ll be back in an hour, be ready to say goodbye.

“Ok” Erick and I say at the same time.


“Don’t talk.-” his voice is dripping with anger. “It’s my turn.”


“No! Just listen. You had a chance at safety and you gave it up, I love you but you make some stupid choices sometimes! We have to say goodbye anyway!”

“I love you too that’s why I can’t say goodbye!”

 “Well we are going to have to.”

“I love you.” I say kissing him. Pulling his shirt off as I do. Long sex story short, it lasted about 45 minutes. When we were done, we got dressed and kissed while we waited to say goodbye.

Eric came about an hour later, just like he said and he cuffed my hands and gagged me. He walked next to me and kept a hand on my arm. We walked down well-worn hall for what seemed like hours but was more like minutes.  Soon we stop in front of an old dark green door with the number 207 on it. I know we are at my new room. He opens the door and I walk in. then he closes the door behind him.

“Welcome to your new home sweetheart.”  He rips the duct tape off my mouth.

“Don’t call me that.” I say




“NO!” I yell.

“Well baby, you’re my girl now, so I’ll call you baby. I know you’ll like that.”

“No I don’t, I’m Patrick’s girl, not yours.”

I realize that this is his room, my panic rises. His un-cuffs and I rub my sore wrists. He lays down on the bed and motions for me to come over.

 I walk over; fearful of what will happen, hoping nothing will and wondering if I shouldn’t go over there.

As soon as I’m standing next to him, he grabs me and pulls me onto him. He kisses me hungrily. I wanted to puke when he started to French kiss me. I don’t even let Erick French kiss me, yet here was Eric, frenching me. Even though my mind refuses him, my body never got the memo. 

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