89 Days (A Josh Ramsay Fanfic)

Chapter 11: 6 feet under

I woke up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes. My entire body ached and I looked down to realize that my body lay bare under the same tree as last night. I felt no need to get up, in fact I hoped that maybe he had just left me here so I could die. But sure enough I heard his disgusting voice break the silence of the crisp morning.

"Finally you decided to wake up." He said bitterly. I sat up, trying my best to hide my naked body.

"The others are probably worried sick about us, we should get back." I said calmly, trying my best not to piss him off. He chuckled softly.

"Oh no, my love. You will not be going back." He said with a smirk.

"What the hell do you mean? I have to go back! The others are probably freaking out!" I stood up quickly, still trying my best to cover myself.

"HA! You think I'm going to let you go back to the campsite so you can fool around with blondie? No. don't worry though darling, I've told them this morning that you ran off last night, that you were upset and ran off on your own into the woods. I told them I went after you but couldn't find you. They're out looking for you right now, but don't worry I've lead them away from here. Soon they'll get tired of looking for you and assume you're dead." A smile spread across his face once he was finished and I felt the strongest urge to reach up and slap him.

"You're sick." I spat. "Josh isn't going to stop looking. He's going to know something's off and I wouldn't just run away like that."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see." he smirked.

"You're absolutely psychotic." I muttered under my breath. He pretended to not hear me as he walked behind the tree and handed me my clothes.

"As much as I like seeing you naked, here's your clothes back." He said with a smile.

"Wow thanks, you're so chivalrous." I scoffed as I rolled my eyes. He ignored the attitude in my voice, and I quickly put my clothes on. I felt shame and embarrassment, and I wanted nothing more than to be back at home in my bedroom watching movies and painting pictures of animals, scenery or just things I found interesting. I felt tears fill my eyes, and suddenly a wave of complete hopelessness washed through my body.

"I should go back to the others and make sure they aren't still looking for you." Jacob said. "if I come back and you're not here, I gaurentee you that Joshs face won't be so pretty anymore." His threat made the hopeless feeling intensify and the moment he walked out of sight I fell to the ground crying. I hugged my knees to my chest, my face was scrunched up and weird noises exited my mouth. I had never cried so hard in my entire life.
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It was dark now, my stomach made funny noises and I had been laying on the ground in the fetal position for what seemed like hours. I couldn't find the strength to move anymore, and I really didn't see a point. I heard noises in the bushes and for a moment I hoped it was a large hungry animal coming to eat me. But when I saw Jacob come into sight I felt disappointed.

"I thought you might be hungry." Jacob said as he handed me a small Apple and what looked to be fish meat.

"Where'd you get this?" I asked curiously.

"Jack made a net, that guy is really freaking smart." Jacob sounded astonished.

"Are they doing okay?" My voice sounded sad, I missed the others.

"Yeah they're fine! I mean it's like they don't even care that you went missing." Jacob smirked. My stomach dropped and sadness overtook me.

"But don't worry my darling, you have me." He flashed me a disgusting grin.

~~~ Josh's point of view~~~

It was late, really late. Sleep wasn't something I did anymore, in fact I hadn't slept at all since Quinn went missing. I could hear the waves hitting the shore and suddenly the exhaustion took over and I passed out.

I dreamed of horrible things. Quinn was struggling and screaming to break out of the grip of some boy. Her clothes seemed to be stripped from her body and she was panicking. I wanted to run to her and help her but I couldn't move. In fact I didn't even have a body, I was watching the scene as if I was god looking down on them. She struggled as much as she could but the boy was too strong and she eventually just went limp, her face looked defeated. I felt sick, like I hadn't done enough to help her. All I could do was watch as The mystery boy abuse Quinn. The dream made me wake up suddenly, sweat was running down my face and my feet were tangled in the blankets. It was still dark out, and I could hear the soft sound of the ocean which helped me to calm down slightly. My chest felt tight with anxiety over the strange dream, so I got out of my lonely tent. The sound and smell of the ocean helped to clear my head. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, as I did so I heard something in the bushes behind me. I quickly turned around just in time to see Jacob sneaking off into the forest. Why was he sneaking around so late at night? And why was he going into the forest by himself, especially late at night? The questions stirred around in my head for awhile before I finally put one foot forward and decided to follow him, wherever he was going.