The Girl That Couldn't Get Away (Completed)

Chapter Three

The slamming of a car door startled me from my sleep, causing me to sit frigid in the uncomfortable desk chair. When the door opened and the man revealed himself, I felt my eyes widen. Hung over his shoulder was another girl, one that couldn't have been much older than I was. 

"Good morning!" He cheered while fully stepping into the room, examining the small amount of furniture in the facility. "This..." He struggled to say before he carefully layed the girl on the matress. "Is Taylor!" He smiled happily, turning to look at me in expectation.

"Okay...?" I responded, unsure what he wanted me to say about the situation. He nodded in acceptance, though grumbled when he left the room. I heard the lock of all the doors before I watched him leave, unsure why he even took us if he's always going to be gone. Not complaining though.

I had taken out the notepad and pen once he left and drew a single line on the empty piece of paper. One, I'd been here for one day. I continued to sit at the desk, studying the surroundings outside as I rested my head on my hand. It wasn't until I had heard the groans from the women behind me that I diverted my attention away from the scenery.

When she was sat up and her panic had demenished, I turned around in my seat and studied her. Her brown hair was mess on her head and her skin was similar color to caramel. Her frail arms lifted to push away her long straight strands of hair from her face and she too looked at me.

"How?" I asked her, turning back in my seat to look out the window once more.

"How what?" She panicked, her voice full of worry while I focused on a small gray bird hopping on a few fallen leaves.

"How did he get you?" I reiterated as I turned to face her, watching her expression morph from worry to sadness.

"Well I was with my friends at the beach," she begun, making eye contact with me to make sure I was paying attention. "But I left to get some drinks from the pier. He offered to help me carry them and on the way he put this cloth over my mouth, and well..." She carried on.

"How about you?" She questioned, causing me to sigh as I layed my head on the desk.

"He came to this 4th of July party I threw, but I figured he was one of my dad's friends. The next day he drove down my road and offered me a ride, I turned him down and questioned why he was on my road. He got really angry and I tried to run away, but he put a cloth over my mouth and I just passed out."  I told her, feeling sad as I recalled the memory.

"Do you know where we are?" She asked suddenly, slight hope peeking through her voice.

"No," I said, as a frown formed on my already pouted lips, "sorry."

"It's okay." She promised, her voice sounding almost as sad as my own as I watched her eyes well with tears.

"Why don't you lay down." I d suggested, "I'll lay here." I had reasoned with her whilst I gestured to the desk. She kindly smiled and nodded before laying her petite body on the bed and I retired my own head to relax on the hard desk.