(Stuck in) The Middle

A Call.

Song to listen to while reading: Arms I Know So Well - Emma Ruth Rundle

Alex
Clink! Clink!
I guess this will be my 5th glass of Scotch tonight. I feel pathetic sitting in this big house alone, drinking scotch. It has been 4 months she's been gone and I'm an absolute wreck. Work is honestly the only thing that's kept my mind off of it but even things at work remind me of her. The picture of her and Cay on my desk, the shirts we bought way back when, the house, our car, everything.
I've lost so much I just wish there was some way I could make it all stop.

Ring! Ring!

I pick up my phone and notice something strange. I recognize the number but it's a number I haven't seen in years. Then it's hits me. It's my father's number. I answer quickly.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Alexander."
"Um... Dad?"
"Someone wants to talk to you."
My heart stopped completely.
-------------------------------------------------------

Cheyenne
My cheeks burned with the wetness of my tears. I'm going to get to talk to Alex. So why am I crying? The man shoved the phone to my ear.
"Hello? Hello? Cheyenne?"
"Hi." I said.
For reason, I didn't feel anything but sadness and exhaustion. I loved hearing his voice but for some reason, it didn't lift me up or make me less fatigued.
"I miss you so much." It sounded like he felt the same.
"I miss you too."

The man nudged me and whispered "get on with it."
I swallowed hard

"If you truly loved me, you'd give up the company to my kidnappers." I said, slowly.
There was dead silence.

"I would do anything for you." Then his voice got really low. "You know you're being held captive by my father right?"

"What is he saying!?" The man said.
My eyes widened as I looked up at him.

"Are you serious?" I whispered.

Alex's dad snatched the phone.
"Are you giving it up or no?"

"Dad, yes, I'll give it to you. I don't mind."

"Okay. Good. So meet me,- with a contract- on Ember St. in Broken Bow, Oklahoma. By Friday."

"Whatever."

"Okay. Bye bye."
When he hung up, he slowly turned his head towards me. Like a slithering snake, he quickly wrapped his hands around my neck, pinning me to the bed.

"What did he tell you?" He yelled.

"Nothing. It was just gossip." I said, struggling.

He released his grip and walked out of the room.