Clashing Cliques

Henry's POV

Joe kept me locked up in some kind of building. Nothing ever happened here. It's probably abandoned, and that's the reason he has me stored here. I have no idea what's going on outside of this place, or even why he kidnapped me. I'm quite tired of seeing his face though. I wish he would tell me why I'm here.

He tied my hands and my feet together with duct tape and rope on top of that. For 'extra measures' he says. I just wanna go home. I miss life outside. I'm afraid every time he comes back, I'm not going to be alive anymore. Why won't he just kill me? I don't understand any of this.

I hear the door he always comes in open up, signalling he's coming.

Crap.

Why won't he just let me go? Or even just kill me?

"Hi, Hen. Having fun?" I stayed silent, a little thing I started doing when he would talk to me. He would beat the daylights out of me when I did.

Something is off about him today. He's smiling. I'm tempted to ask why, but I don't really care that much though.

Joe exclaims, "She knows and I'm taking her soon!"

I'm so confused. Who is her, and what is he doing? Wait. Is it Jess? Is this the whole reason I'm here? This psycho heard about me asking her for a second chance or something?

For the first time in a long time , I lack confidence. If he achieved his plan, what use am I?

Is he crazy enough to kill me?

Joe comes towards me with a white cloth and I have no choice but to welcome the darkness.