Selfish || Vance Hopper

6. Mattress

I open my eyes and instantly feel a pounding in my head, so I close them again. I open them slowly and look around and see a weird dimly lit room.

I force myself to sit up as my eyes adjust.

I feel a body next to me. It's Vance. I sit up faster and move to his side.

What if he's dead?

I shake him slightly. He doesn't wake up.
"Vance!" I say panicked.

I move my hand to his neck searching for a pulse. I feel one and sigh.

I move the hair out of his face and lift his head up onto my lap. I look at him carefully. He has a couple bruises. I wonder who those were from.

I look around the room terrified. It looks like a basement. I see a door.

I get up carefully and take off my jacket. I bunch it up and put it under Vance's head like a pillow.

I run to the door and of course it's locked. I run to the pathway, it leads to a bathroom.

"Shit." I mutter.

I walk back over to the mattress.

I notice Vance begin to move.
"Vance?" I ask grabbing his arm.
"Where are we?" He asks in a groggy voice.
"I have no idea." I say. He sits up, and looks around.

I force myself to look down as so many emotions pass his eyes.

He stands up and tries the door.
"Vance, I tried." I mutter.
"Well, I'm trying again." He says.

He tries, and tries, and tries again. He kicks the door.
"This dumb ass door." He mutters.

He walks around, I can hear him kicking and hitting things.

A light turns on.

"Vance!" I whisper yell.
"What?"
"Come here. Come here quick."

He walks over looking at me confused. The door opens and Vance clenches his fists.

"Get back." Vance whispers. I move farther back on the mattress.

A guy walks out. He has a strange mask on.

"Sit down." He says to Vance.
"Make me bitch." Vance says taking a step towards him.
"I have more of the spray that had you come in here. I bet your eyes still hurt." The guy says. Vance steps back.

"I said sit!" He yells. Vance doesn't. "She sure is pretty, isn't she?" He points at me. I want to disappear. "Now wouldn't it be a shame if I took her upstairs and kept her there?"

Vance sits.

"Back up. Sit next to her." He commands. Vance does.

My hands are shaking. I move them under my legs to stop them.

"I'm sure you have many questions-." He begins to say.
"Yeah, you fucking kidnapped us!" Vance yells.
"Relax. I won't hurt you anymore." He promises. I steal a glance at Vance to see if he looks as scared as I'm feeling. He just looks pissed.

"Let us go you piece of shit." He says.
"I will, later."
"Please." I beg.
"That's the first thing you've said." He says now looking at me.

"What's your name, princess?" He asks walking forward.

Vance pulls me closer to him.
"Don't call her that." He threats.

"Are you two hungry?" He asks. I nod now scared to talk. My throat is burning. "Okay, I'll bring you guys some food and a water. I'll be back." He says before turning around. The door locks with a loud click.

I turn to Vance.
"Vance." I say with a shaky breath.
"We're getting out." He says.

I look down and notice the blood on his shirt.
"Does it hurt?" I ask pointing at the wound.
"No I forgot about that." I nod.

I look around.

What the fuck are we going to do?

I try to breathe normally but it's not working. I can barely get a breath. I feel a tear roll down my cheek.

I see Vance looking at me.
"I'm sorry." I manage to whisper. He stays silent for a second before pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm so scared." I say breathing him in.
"I know. So am I."

I can't tell if him admitting that makes me feel better or worse.

I just stay in his arms. Neither of us pull away when my breathing returns to normal.

I just feel safer there with my head resting on him, with his arms around me. It's like nothing can go wrong. Like I won't get hurt.

The light turns on and I pull away but don't let go of his arm.
"Vance, I'm scared." I whisper.
"He's not going to hurt you. I promise."

The door opens.
"Back up on the bed!" He yells. Vance scoots back.

He walks in and he's holding a tray with food. He sets them down.

"Oh no." He says. "You guys are bleeding."
"We're fine." I say.
"Let me see." He starts walking towards me. Vance sits up.
"Don't take another step towards her." He says.

The guy stops waking.
"I'll bring you stuff." He says before walking out, the door locking with a click.

Vance stands up and runs to the door. It's locked.

I grab the tray of food and sit on the mattress. Vance sits next to me and grabs his sandwich.

"He has to be the one that took Billy and Griffen." Vance mutters.
"What?"
"There's this guy who's called The Grabber. He's kidnapped two kids."
"Shit." I mutter.

After finishing my sandwich I chug the water.
"The fucker can't even cook well." Vance says. I laugh.

"I'm going to try something." Vance says. I nod.

He goes over to the window and jumps trying to hit it. It's too high up.
"Fuck." He says.

"We have to try everything." I say getting up.

And we do. We tried me getting on his shoulders which didn't help because it was still too high.

"Vance, I'm tired." I say.
"Okay, then sleep." He says looking out into the dark.

"Okay." I lay down. A couple minutes later I feel the mattress shift.
"I'm tired too." He says. I nod.

A couple minutes later I look over my shoulder and notice he's turned away from me.

I close my eyes and fall asleep.

(A.n: sorry for the long wait