Captivity (Book 5)

Final Straw

It's been three long weeks that I've been here and I have to say that I'm slowly losing my mind. It seemed to get worse each day I was trapped in this house. The only interaction I get with the outside world is looking out my window in my room. Jarred had allowed me to stay in the room because of my well behavior. Everyday was repetitive and that's what was driving me crazy. Each day, I'd wake up, cook breakfast, clean, cook lunch, clean some more, cook dinner, and go back to bed and get prepared for another tedious day. I rarely got time to sit and watch TV or do anything entertaining because even when I was done cleaning the bedrooms, Jarred would find something for me to clean.

I hated it. Doing the same thing over and over again for weeks was literally driving me to insanity. It was obvious that I was depressed, seeing that there was nothing for me to enjoy in life. I had the little hope that my mother got the letter I gave to Jarred, but I doubt he sent it. I wanted to escape so badly, but it was too risky. Jarred had given me more freedom, not constantly watching me, but I knew he still didn't trust me fully. I was currently in the living room, enjoying the rare few minutes to watch some TV before I went to bed. Even my favorite show, "Friends" couldn't cheer me up most days. I truly wanted to give up hope, but my stupid mind wouldn't allow that. I was too caught up in the show to notice that Kent had sat down next to me.

Kent and I had become closer over the weeks and I had to admit, he was the one I felt safe around and who kept my insanity from showing. Besides Jarred, Kent was the only human interaction I got. Sure, there were guys walking around the house who live here, but they always gave me dirty looks or ignored me. I would almost consider Kent a friend, because he wasn't strict like Jarred, and despite this terrible situation, he tried to cheer me up. Whenever he was around, I did feel happier than when I was alone.

"Hey, Amanda. Oh, I love this show." He grinned, as his attention was completely focused on the TV.

"Yeah, I used to watch it all the time at home. I was kind of obsessed." I gave him a genuine smile, remembering my past. I used to watch "Friends" whenever I could. I was so obsessed that I could quote almost every episode.

I was started when Kent bursted out laughing that one of the characters said. I stared at Kent laughing as he watched the screen. I couldn't help but wonder how he could be this normal. He loved the same show I did and laughed at the same things as well. He wasn't supposed to be like this. I expected some heartless soul, who watched funerals on TV for fun.

"Oh watch this part, it's my favorite!" I exclaimed and bursted out laughing at the scene.

Kent joined in and I couldn't help but wished that I wasn't locked up here and could be this happy somewhere else. I had to admit, this was the happiest I've felt since I got here and it also seemed this way when Kent was around.

"Well as much as I want to watch this show all night, I have to get to bed. I'm exhausted." I said, standing up, Kent saying goodnight as I left.

I was walking down the hall to the stairs when I noticed one of the guys that there when I was taken. Chris was his name; he was the sniper that was ordered to watch me when I went into the building to fake my own death. I'd never forget him. There was a long scar that was across his cheek that was just a pink line. His dark brown eyes glared into mine. What worried me as I approached him was the small smirk that appeared on his face.

"Hello, nice seeing you again." He spoke, as he stopped right in front of me.

"Hi?" I said as a question and not a greeting. I wasn't used to others talking to me.

"I think you've been here long enough and we haven't even gotten to know each other." He said, taking several steps closer to me until he was nearly nose to nose with me. I was in too much fear to move, my limbs not wanting to work when I needed them too.