Forever Yours (More Than A Feeling|Sequel)

Twenty-Seven: Taken

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open and they fluttered a few times, struggling stay open from my grogginess. My vision is terribly blurry at first, and as I keep blinking, it clears some. Right away I felt an awful pounding in my head, like someone taking a hammer and hitting it as hard as they could off the inside of my skull. My whole body just aches in general aside from my head. My hands are behind my back and I can't move them. My mouth and throat are as dry as a desert.

As I try to shake some of the grogginess off, I glance around the room and notice that I have no idea where I am. It appears that I'm in a normal bedroom, but this not me and Jimmy's bedroom, and it's definitely not one of the other's either. I've never been in this room before in my life, and I feel so lost, not knowing where I am.

I'm in here by myself, on the bed. I'm sitting up too, my back propped against the wooden headboard, which isn't very comfortable at all because there are no pillows behind me. The walls are a light shade of blue, and there are two windows on the far side of the room, but the light is blocked out by closed blinds. There's a closet on the side of the room opposite the windows, and across from the bed is a wooden dresser, mahogany, and there's a mirror on the wall above it. There's nothing on it, and there are no decorations in the room whatsoever. 

Studying the room, I start to panic as it dawns on me even more that I have no idea where I am. I realize that I can't move my hands because they're tied together by very thick rope that refuses to break against my struggles and just gives my wrists a little taste of rope burn. As I look up, trying to look for some way of escape even though I'm somewhere unknown, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I have blood running down the side of my face, coming from the top of my head. That could explain the pounding feeling I have in my skull.

Suddenly it starts coming back to me. Last night after working, locking up and talking to Carly. Then the shadows as I make my way to my car. The feeling of being hit hard before starting to fall, but never getting the chance to feel the ground because I passed out. My head must be bleeding or would have bled because of the hard hit I'd taken, to my head. 

Oh God... what about Jimmy? What is he doing and what is he thinking? I never came home last night, he must be driving himself insane with worry. By now he's probably alerted Matt, poor, poor Matt who gets worried if I'm not made contact with for even an hour tops. Maybe he's called the cops, the sensible thing to do when anyone's missing. 

But wait... it hasn't been a full twenty-four hours since I've gone missing. It won't be until around eight o'clock tonight. They can't issue a missing person until it's been a full twenty-four hours or more. Oh my God, I could be here, wherever here is, until nightfall and even later after that, because it'll take the cops a while to trace me and track me down. But how will they do it? What evidence do they have to lead them to my whereabouts?

The door opens, a simple twisting sound a click to let me know the doorknob has been turned and the door has been pushed open. Someone's coming into this room, most likely my captor. My heart starts racing with panic, and seems like this person is moving in slow motion, taking them ages to just get in the room. I want to shout for them to just show their goddamn face already, but I don't dare because I don't know who I'm dealing with.

And then I see him. My captor. Rage boils up under my skin, of course it's him. Who else would it have been? How could I be so stupid not to instantly suspect him from the start? He's delusional, out of his fucking mind. Only he would do this to me. 

Henry.

"Oh, it's so good to see you awake." He says with a light, cheery tone that makes me want to vomit bile.

"What the fuck have you done?" I spat at him.

With an innocent tone, he says, "A bit on the grouchy side of things this morning, are we?" I notice as he comes over and sits beside me on the bed, he has a wash cloth and a couple pills that look like aspirin.