Stay Wide Awake

1) Taken

        It started off with just curiosity, then it morphed into a full on obsession.  Now he’s heading to her house with a knife and flowers, an odd combination. He’s spying on her with binoculars through her window watching her laugh and talk on the phone with a friend. It wouldn’t be long now, all he had to do was wait until she closed the drapes and went to sleep.  He watched as she put the phone down, then stepped out of the room and was gone for quite some time, until she came back with a towel on, fresh from the shower. She drew the curtains, but he could still see her silhouette on the other side. He waited a bit longer until he saw her put on her nightie, then switch off the lights, turning in for the night.

        Slowly he made his way into the house, silently but blatantly, for she was fast asleep, so he had no fear of being spotted. As he crept in through the back, he put his hood up and gripped the knife. Making his way upstairs, he chuckled darkly to himself, the thought of having her all to himself pleasing him. As he approached the door he peeked inside at the sleeping girl. Not one sign of restlessness, she was in a deep sleep. Becoming more excited he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. Stroking her face, he put the flowers on her nightstand, putting the knife just beside them. Pulling back the covers, he climbed on top of her, knowing this would wake her he didn’t really bother at being gentle, he just pulled the bottle and cloth out of his hoodie pocket and braced himself for the screams that were sure to come. Oh how he hated when his girls would scream, they knew he hated those loud noises. Eventually she slowly resurfaced into consciousness and started to wonder what he was doing on top of her.The screaming came just liked he’d expected, she even started to scratch him, although this came to as no surprise to him and he just laughed it off.

         He leaned in close and said “Evelyn please stop struggling. That’s not going to help, I assure you.” At this point Evelyn stopped screaming and just looked at the mysterious hooded man in shock.“How- how did you know my name?” This only brought more laughter, thus producing more screaming from Evelyn.

         Finally growing tired of the noise he grabbed the knife off the table. Waving it in her face he yelled, “Shut up!” More screaming. Not able to take it any longer he opened the bottle, poured some of the contents on the cloth and placed it over her mouth and nose.  Over about the course of 30 seconds, she stopped flailing. “Finally”, he said to himself, picking her up and carrying her out of the room.

        He put her in the front seat of his car, tying her up, and duct taping her mouth just in case she woke up before she was supposed to, then headed off. After about 15 minutes, and like he expected she might, Evelyn started to wake up, and he decided to take the tape off her mouth, curious as to what might she might say. She started to stir and move slowly at first, then there was a full on struggle. She was trying to get out of the extension cord he had tied her up with, then when Evelyn realized she couldn’t get out, she began kicking at the windshield attempting to shatter the glass.

        “You’re never gonna break that glass, the windshields too strong for you." Evelyn began to cry considerably hard. Even more laughing from the hooded man. “Look at you bawl. Why are you crying to me?” More. Damn. Laughing. It seemed like this guy had a really sick sense of humor.

        "Why are you doing this? Why me, of all people why me?" Evelyn choked out through her tears. "You know, instead of questioning my motives you should be thanking me. You should be glad I chose you to be one of my girls."

        She looked at the man in awe, she couldn't believe what he had just dared to utter. Her crying was cut short by blinding fury. "Excuse me? I should be thanking you? What the hell is wrong with you? Were you dropped on your head as baby or something? Why the hell would I thank you for kidnapping me?" Evelyn stared at him waiting for a response.

         "Well I mean you do know who I am right?" "I can't see you. Even when you were on top of me in my bed it was still too dark to see you." She thought she had seen some familiar tattoos when she was trying to throw him off her when his hoodie sleeve had gotten shifted, maybe a stylized D on his right forearm, or some type of band wrapping around his left wrist, she wasn't sure.

        "Why would I care who you were anyway? That still doesn't change the fact I'm gonna kick your ass as soon as i get out of these cords." "Yeah, we'll see about that." The man chuckled darkly as he moved with one hand to take off his hood, then turned on the interior lights.

        Evelyn stared at the man who had close cut dark brown hair, baby blue eyes, a pointy nose,  a chiseled jaw line, and light pink plump lips. "You're- you're Eminem." Evelyn said, her mouth agape. "But you can call me Marshall."

A/N Hey guys! So this is the first chapter and I really hope you like it. I worked really hard on this, so show me some love with votes and all that jazz.