strangers -Finney Blake

8

                                           chap 8, Alone
                                   NORTH DENVER 1978

There we sat. On the mattress waiting for another call to get us out of this hell hole.

" Hey Finney?" I asked still looking straight ahead. I could see Finney look at me from the corner of my eye

"Yeah Lilly?" He responded still looking at me

"do you think we will get out?" I paused "alive?"

Finney's opened his mouth but nothing came out so he closed it again. He turned his head to look straight again

"To be honest Little, I don't know" Finney finally responded

Sometime I wonder if its best I don't go back. Its not like I'm wanted back anyways. My dads a drunk and my moms a workaholic and my siblings don't give two craps about me. Without Finney, Robin, and Gwen I'm all alone in this world. And that's not a good thing.

I sigh. Finney stands up and makes his way to the hole we dug. I stand up and follow but I sit on the wall and watch. I was to tired and hungry to do anything.

After a few minutes I caught myself starting at Finney or well admiring him. How perfect his hair looked even if it was dirty and not washed. His light brown eyes and his soft looking hands even if they were dirty. And how we had matching low top black converse, i always blushes at the thought of us matching even if it was just shoes. How hid lips looked perfect, not chapped but also not soft. And how he always tried to think of the positive in things which he hasn't been doing because there isn't much no, no positive things about getting kidnapped.

After about 30 minutes me and Finney both got bored and ended up on the dirty mattress again, waiting for something or someone to happen.

I open my mouth to try and start a conversation but the lights flickered on.

Me and Finney both looked at each other before he pulls me down and pretends to be sleeping. The door creaks open. I shut my eyes as quickly as I can. My breath slowly becomes shaky. It was quiet for a few seconds before a voice spoke up

" I know your not sleepingg" The grabber sang. Me and Finney open our eyes and make quick eye contact before we both sit up and look at the grabber.

"I'm hungry" I told the Grabber. The Grabber had a tray with 2 plates of scrambled eggs and 2 bottles of sprite.

"tell me your names" The Grabbers annoying voice spoke

"Why do u care" Finney responded, taking the words out of my mouth.

"I usually don't. I find out eventually in the paper. They always print a nice, big photo with all the details I could ever want and all the thing you kids lie about."

"what's different this time?" I ask genuinely curious

"oh.." The Grabber looks around "oh, its complicated. Its.. to complicated. everything's different. Nothings going right."

"You can let us go" Finney replied instantly

" I'm thinking about it." Me and Finney sit up straight and look at each other.

" we promise we won't tell anyone." I started " you can blind fold us, drop us off on the street. We'll walk home"

" well, what's your name"

" Lilly. Lilly Flayer"

" Taylor Mullen" I look over at Finney with wide eyes. Why did he lie?

A loud clack drew my eyes away from Finney and at the Grabber. Our plates are on the floor and out food was scattered everywhere. The Grabber took a few steps toward us and sighed.