The girls in the box

Chapter 4 ; day four

I hear thunder. It's storming out and there's a loud bang. What was that? I'm in terror. I hear thunder. It's storming out and there's a loud bang. What was that? I'm in terror. I shakily crawl out of my bed and move towards the door. I quietly twist the handle and hope I'm going to be okay. Pulling open the door I move my body swiftly to the door.

I don't hear anything right now. I need something to protect myself. I reach over and grab my 2002 cheer trophy. Hopefully this will help if I need it. I move back to the door and check once again to see if I hear anything.

I move out into my hallway and towards the door. I walk to the stairs being careful I don't make a sound. I slowly take step by step and look around for as much as I can see in the dark downstairs. Nothing. I continue to make my way down and I can feel my heart beating out of my chest. Frightened, I made it to the bottom of the staircase. I walk towards my kitchen, turning the hall light on behind me. I glance at the couch my best friend was stolen from. I miss her so much.

Caught in my thoughts I snap out realizing I was only staring into the living room. I turn the kitchen light on and take a deep breath bracing myself. Of course, nothing. It's almost like I want there to be something I can hurt so I can release all of my rage. Someone had the actual nerve to take the human being that meant the world to me.

I'm going to see my best friend very soon. I know I'm getting close to finding where she is. I'm going to give her the biggest hug when I see her, I swear.

We laugh in sync not realizing how loud we were actually being. We clap our hands full of flour hands together creating a cloud that covers the entire kitchen. We hoist ourselves up sitting on the island in the middle.
I lean closer, thinking about kissing her. Instead I just pretended to get something out of her hair. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life. What if she didn't feel the same? That would ruin everything. I wish I could feel her soft plump lips against mine. Our bodies would intertwine and I would be more than happy at that moment. Feeling her hand size breasts against mine and holding her small waist right to my body.
    Analia reaches past me and scoops up a finger full of cupcake mix and eats it delightfully. She licks her finger gracefully.
    "How did I get such a perfect best friend?" I stare and ask with a smile. "I'm nowhere near perfect," she laughs off. Disagreeing, I just decided to drop it.
I climb off the island and head towards the stove. I turn the stove light on and check on the cupcakes. They're starting to rise and slowly harden. Chocolate covered strawberry cake mix, I read from the box. I check the time. 15 minutes. I smile back at Analia and admire the girl I've wanted since day one.

I touch my face. It's wet. I've been crying. I must've zoned out when I started searching the kitchen for anything. I wipe my tears and breathe in heavily through my nose. I look around and again, I'm creeped out looking through my pitch black windows.

Suddenly, my mouth is covered with a fabric and I'm picked up off the ground. I try my hardest to fight back but he's just so strong. Disgusting. I try to scream but not even a little sound comes out. He carries me throughout my house.

My mom and dad are upstairs but the chances of them coming down at this very second is close to impossible. Almost as unlikely as me finding Analia. What was I thinking? I'm seventeen and I really think I could find a kidnapper, where, and how my best friend was taken? I'm pathetic. I deserve this. She doesn't. My sweet girl. I've always loved her so much.
I'm brought back to reality and I'm kicking and hitting. I'm trying to move any muscle I have possible. Anything to save myself right? I couldn't even save her when there were two of us. What makes me think I can help myself now?

Confused, I start to feel extremely relaxed. My body goes numb and I feel happy. For the first time in days I'm happy. I begin to close my eyes and I wave goodbye to my house. Running to the car, the man carries me like it's nothing.

He opens what sounds like van doors and sets me in softly. Walking to the driver side he slams the door in the quietest way he could. He gets in and starts up the engine. Only now that he's pressing the gas I realize I'm being drugged. I try to rip the washcloth off of my face but I feel so tired. My hand falls from my face and I drift to sleep. Reliving that moment in the kitchen I smile hating myself for enjoying this high. I know when I wake up this is going to be terrifying but I might as well enjoy it for the ride.

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