My Everything (Major Editing) (On Hold)

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A r i a n a.

My eyes opened slowly trying to adjust to the sunlight shining in my face. I smiled looking out the window admiring what a beautiful day it was. I realized quickly that nothing in the room had looked familiar. Everything was so dark and bland. The memories came flooding into my head and all I could think about was getting out and finding someone to help me. I finally found the courage to creep out of the cold sheets and make my way to the door. My whole body was trembling due to the state of shock. 

I cautiously turned the knob and peeked my head out into the long hallway. I made sure the coast was clear before I creeped around the corner. I reached the bottom of the stairs and made it past the kitchen. Out of nowhere I heard a laugh come from behind the door I stood in front of, at that moment everything was in slow motion and two men appeared in front of me. The smiles were replaced with confused looks. It was time to bust a move and get the hell out. I made a run for the only natural light I had seen from the hall. The front door.

I've never ran a day in my life...until this moment. As the saying goes you never really know what you can do until you're in the position where you have to do it. I glanced behind me and noticed nobody coming after me, or any alarm system like I'd seen in movies. I just walked right out. Like it was Nothing. 

Finally, I made it to a dirt road far enough from the mysterious house and casually started walking until I found another home or someone from the general population that wasn't trying to kill me, kidnap me, or whatever these terrible people were attempting to do. If they were going to get me they would've done something when I ran off. Maybe I just look bad ass? 

I heard not to far a vehicle rolling on the gravel. Common sense would be to run because obviously this guy is heading to the house I've just so coincidentally ran from, but lets just blame it on lack of sleep.. I ran toward the car flailing my arms above my head. The red car slowed and the window revealed a large man. Dark, brooding and large tatts all over his arms and up his neck. 

"Please help me! I need help!" I tried to get words out but the my helpless crying out. He exited the vehicle and made his way over to the passenger side of the car. He opened the passenger door and I hastily made my way in. What's up with this guy, he hasn't said a word about anything. Maybe i'm reading too deep, he doesn't look like a talker.

The brooding man sat in the adjacent seat next to me and put the car in drive. " I didn't take you for a girl that would cause trouble." What the Hell? Was that supposed to be an ice breaker?

"I'm not any trouble sir. I was kidnapped from my home I just need to get to the closest police station, or anywhere out of here. I promise not to be any trouble. I need to get home." The brooding man developed a smirk on his face and chuckled a bit. "I'm Jason. Jason McCann."

"Thank you Jason." I noticed the gravel we were once on disappeared and the house was now back in sight. "Wait, This is the house they took me to!! Do you know who lives here?" He nodded.

"From my understanding he's an asshole. There's a lot of talk about what goes on in these mountains with him and his gang." Just the thought of whatever went on in that house made me have chills. 

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but do you happen to know his name?" Jason smiled and pulled up to the house I had just escaped from. "What are you doing?! We need to get out of here!" Jason's put the car in park then lifted his hand up to my cheek.

"Jason McCann."

The world was still and everything inside me had come to a halt. My heart stop beating for what felt like forever and i was in a state of shock. Jason exited the car and headed for my side, my face had become red and my eyes were burning in the back. I opened my door and looked at the house I had dreaded to see once again, the tears fall free and stain my cheeks. 

Jason comes up behind me and whispers the three words I hoped I would be saying at the end of the day. 

"Home sweet home."