Kidnapped By Johnny Depp

Chapter 7

Dewey carried me back to my room (cage) and shut the door. He set me down on the bed and ripped the duct tape off me. He rushed to my bathroom, and returned with towels and a first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a bottle of alcohol and gauze. He poured some alcohol on one of the towels.

"This is going to sting when i put this on your cut," said Dewey.

"Wait, how m-AHHHHHHH!" the pain cut me off.

"Sorry," said Dewey. He began to clean the wound.

"And, i'm sorry about hitting you. I just-"

"Don't explain yourself to me. I understand. And thanks for holding back," i said with a weak smile.

"I wish Colin held back," said Dewey with a frown.

"It'a fine," i said.

"No, it's not," he said sternly.

He wrapped my arm up and began to tend to the other arm.

"It's crazy how someone could do that to someone else. It's wrong," i said.

"I know right," said Dewey.

After that, we didn't say anything else. He wrapped up my other arm, gave me a painkiller and put the first aid kit back. He began to leave but before he did, he turned around.

"I'll bring you some food by later. I'm making stirfry," said Dewey with a smile. I smiled back.

"Thanks...for everything," i replied.

He didn't reply. He just nodded and left the room. When he did, i had a huge smile on my face. Dewey is such a great guy. Too bad he has to live with these people.

As i was smiling, i felt something running down my nose. It dripped onto my white jeans. That's when i realized, my nose was still bleeding. Damn. I just got these jeans too!

I rushed to the bathroom and stuffed a piece of tissue up my nostril for a few minutes. It finally stopped bleeding. Next, i changed into black jeans. After that, i went over to the closet and took out the guitar. I thought i might as well play a song. Or at least try.

I sat back on my bed. I did a few test strums. I nearly covered my ears. That guitar was way out of tune. So i tuned it. Now it sounded great.

I started to try to play a song i haven't played since i was 16. I wrote it myself. It didn't have lyrics so i just hummed. I closed my eyes and let the music take me away.

"Mmmhh....mhh...mhhhhmmhmm.....mmmhhh," i hum to the melody.

"Nice playing," said a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Johnny Depp, smiling. I put the guitar down.

"What do you want?" i asked.

"I just wanted to say sorry about earlier," he said.

Could this be real? Was my captor actually apologizing? Or was this some type of joke?

"Are you serious?" i asked.

"Yes. I didn't think Colin would be so rough," he said, "and i'm sorry about chloroforming you. It's all just business. Nothing personal."

Could i trust him?

"Can i sit with you?" he asked.

I had to think if this was a smart idea. I looked down at the floor and nodded.

"Sure," i said. He sat down next to me. We both were silent for a few seconds.

"So, i see you found my old guitar," he said, "do you play?"