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The truth, sometimes it's refreshing to hear like a weight lifted off ones shoulders, another time it feels like a knife to the heart or a jolt of pain shooting through the body as it walks across glass. The truth can be very full filling but it also can be very dangerous.

I woke up around midnight, according to the clock on the wall that is. The room was unfamiliar, we weren't at my apartment and neither kyle's. The walls reminded me of a kids room—painted with fun colors like blue and yellow. There were stickers of cartoon characters plastered on one side of the wall and the other only had one furniture present, which was the bed I was laying on. I didn't feel drugged which had me thinking about how long I was out for, there was one window overlooking some trees, it was night so the moon casted soft glows throughout the room, I assume I was high up if I couldn't see the ground.

Shouldn't I be trying to get away? I feel no energy whatsoever to move or even speak, I feel mentally drained like I wanted to give up. Is this what being kidnapped feels like? I didn't even attempt anything, yet I'm already giving up. I let out a sigh and turned on my right, my eyes flickered to the lights coming from underneath the door and my breath hitched when I saw a shadow move.

God please don't let him come in here.

My fingertips began to get cold and my body shook on its own, I bit the inside of my cheeks as hard as I could, trying to will him away. The shadow stopped right Infront of the door and the blood from my pounding heart started a headache, the handle twisted and I froze.

What do I do?!

I clamped my eyes shut, and steadied my breathing. The room was dark enough to sell the facade but I wasn't sure I wouldn't be caught. The light flooded the room from the hallway my thin eyelids serving as  a medium. The person entered and scent that wafted through my nose told me who.

"Celine." I flinched when his voice echoed, why was it eliciting the same reaction out of me. It left my skin tingling and my ears aching for more. I hate myself. "I know you're not sleeping."  The side of the bed dipped and I waited in horror for his hands to touch me. It never came. The actual horror was the disappointment I felt when it didn't.

I remained still but my body decided to betray me, a single tear fell from my eyes and the sigh he let out told me that he could see it, "I know it's hard to process everything right now but I have some things to discuss with you."

Silence spread across the room and when the weight lifted from off the bed, I knew he'd given up, "come into the kitchen when you're ready, dinner's waiting for you." Fuck you! How could I have dinner with a low life kidnapper like you, you ruined my life. God I wanted to scream those things at him but I'm afraid of what he might do.

His footsteps retreated and the soft click of the door, paired with the darkness that clouded my lids urged me to open my eyes. It was blurry at firsts but then I let out a breath when I realized the room was empty. I sat up and scrambled off the bed, there must be a way out of here. I went to the window but my heart dropped when my suspicions had been confirmed, I was so high up that it would break my foot if I jumped down.

Wasn't it worth a try though?

I dugg my fingers under the creased of the window but failed to pry it open, fucking hell! Of course he'd glue it shut. I used the back of my hand to wipe away the tears thay continued to fall as defeat took it's toll.

What did he even want to talk to me about anyways? I sat on the floor beside the bed, brought my knees up to my chest and watched as the shadow moved underneath the door. Something caught my attention and had my brows flickering, but then my eyes widened with realization.