The party soon became a blurry memory. One i do not remember when i woke up with the sun in my eyes and my head pounding. I sat up. There was a blanked on my and a pillow on the ground.
"Take this, it will help." i heard a male voice say. i looked up at him. i could not see a face, just a silhouette. He bent down. Damn he was one good looking guy.
He smiled and handed me a glass of water and two pills.I looked at him weird.
"Its okay its just Advil. It will help with your head. I have to give it to my dad when he comes home from the bar every night and has work the next morning."
I took them. "Where am I?" I asked.
*** More to come tomorrow. I have to rest before work. ***
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The Woodland Boy: The Man Who Started This All
Short StoryThis is the story of the boy in the woods who is my biggest secret, and the man who kidnapped him.
