Getting Back to Friday

Chapter 4

Kasper's POV

I don't remember waking up. I just was suddenly... awake. My head was pounding and I couldn't see very well. The room was dark, and my fear of the dark tugged at me like a fish on a line. I tried my best to push all thoughts aside and focus on the here and now, but it was impossible. I could feel the adrenaline begin rushing through my veins, pounding and pounding through me like an endless stampede of wild African mammals. I cradled myself back and forth, hoping the soothing motion would soon enough calm me down. But it didn't.

My mouth was covered loosely with a thick strap of duct tape and my hands were bound up behind me repeatedly with the same sticky silver mess. I thrashed about, struggling to break myself free, but all attempts had been quickly rendered useless.

All of the facts and memories came at me all at the same time and my eyes widened in terror. Oh my gosh, I thought, I have been kidnapped. Where am I? What is going to happen to me? What happened to Friday?

I froze.

Oh no. What happened to Friday?

That sudden question made me lose it. I lost all control over my anxiety that I was barely hanging on to and I began hyperventilating. The tape on my mouth made it troublesome to breath, but breathing in deeply through my nose left me just enough energy to keep me from passing out. I licked the tape, hoping that it would fall off and allow me to breath easier, but it was slapped on tighter than I had thought. It had taken much more attempts than I would have hoped, but within seconds, the silver sliver of stickiness had fallen from my mouth and drift silently into my lap.

My hyperventilating continued, this time progressing even more and more. I was beginning to feel light headed, but the thought of me passing out in a strange dark world like this one only intensified my fear. My whole body quivered and vibrated. I lost control of my thoughts, and so many different things crashed and shouted in my mind like a rogue parade. I screamed, pounding my head against the cold concrete wall I was leaned up against.

I guess the noise I was making echoed through the walls, because before I knew it, I heard shouting and arguing coming from outside. I searched around for a quick escape, but the room was so dark, I couldn't see anything. Footsteps marched towards the door and I held my breath, fighting to keep control of my head.

I jolted upright when light suddenly swamped the room, coming from where the door was located; about ten feet directly in front of me. A tall muscular silhouette figure was standing in the door way, his fists clenched by his sides in anger. I gulped and took a deep breath, sliding my knees up against my chest to create a barrier between us.

The figure stomped up to me and slipped out a large pocket knife from behind him. He grabbed a lock of my hair and pulled my head up, sticking the knife to my throat where I could feel the sharp cold metal.

"Shut... up..." he growled, his jaw sounding so clenched tight that I was surprised his teeth didn't break.

"I-I-I'm sorry," I whispered cowardly. I let out a small whimper and the man let me go. His voice sounded familiar, even with it being drenched in anger, and it killed me that I couldn't remember his name. Kyle... Cody... Cameron... Carter...

That was it! Carter! His name was Carter! He is the reason why I am here. He and that other man. I glued that name to my memory. It was vital that I did not forget it again.

Carter's grip loosened up on my hair and my head and shoulders relaxed a bit. He sighed and ran his index finger along my cheek. I flinched when his skin came in contact with mine, but he didn't seem to care. "Now, why did you make me go on and do a stupid thing like that, huh?" This time he sounded much more calm and collected.

I didn't make a sound. I just sat there, trembling. A few tears glided casually down my cheek, and he caught them with his thumb and wiped them away. "Don't you be crying now, little lady. That ain't a very grown up thing to do, you know." Manipulative much?  I struggled to keep myself from commenting out loud. Every sarcastic note I had singing through my mind had 'Kill me' written all over them in bloody red ink.

"What are you doing?" another voice asked from behind Carter. I strained my neck to see who was talking, but Carter kept his gaze on me. I recognized the other voice. It was the voice of that other thief that had his hand clasped over my mouth! I remembered that well.

Carter sighed and stood up. "Just telling the kid to be quiet. Why don't you run on over to bed. It is late."

How late was it? Was he just saying that to screw with me?  I shivered at the thought of such a sadistic act.

Carter spun on his heels and left the room, walking past the figure of the other man in the doorway. I could feel myself shaking, and I didn't doubt that he could see it. Every move I made was shaky, even the shakes themselves. I felt so powerless and lost in a world full of power and knowledge. It confused me to lengthy amounts.

For a second, all that I had to look at was the silhouette in the doorway. He watched me carefully, his head cocked to the side. I licked my lips and squirmed further back against the wall, watching him, too. We both just stared intently at each other.

"Get some sleep. You need it." The voice sounded monotonous and straight forward.

What the hell? What do you mean, "Get some sleep?" I have been asleep for Neptune knows how long and woke up in a place equivalent to the fifth floor of Hell with two pissed off strangers who kidnapped me, and you want me to get some fucking sleep?

"I can't. I don't have my medication." I barked at him, my voice sounding broken and tight.

The man began to approach me, and my body sunk even further down against the wall. He stopped when he made it about three feet ahead of me, and I waited for him to just grab me by my hair and slice my throat, probably what Carter was going to do if he didn't have such a sudden change in emotions.

"Why do you need medication?" The man asked. He was so tall and even for a silhouette I could see every muscle outlining his body. He no longer wore his hoodie, and that gave me the chance to see his body outline. It didn't give me much, but it was enough for me to calculate his strength. The room was still too dark for me to see any key features like his face. All I could make out were nicely toned biceps and a very muscular stomach.

My overall assumption? He was a lot stronger than me.

"I have sleep insomnia and an extreme panic disorder. I can't sleep without my medicine." I drew my lips back, resembling a dog snarling silently. Secretly, I was proud of myself for sounding so brave when I answered him.

There was an uncomfortable moment of silence that stiffened the air around us, reminding me on how difficult it was to breath. I took in a gulp of air and continued staring.

"I can't help you with that." He said so quickly I almost didn't catch it. He walked off before I had the time to react, and once again I was being swallowed by the dark I feared so deeply.