Lost In Captured Thoughts

Chapter Thirty Six: Hold My Hand, It's Dark

(Katy's POV)
I feel my head spin as I suddenly awaken but from what? Where am I? I slowly open my eyes and see a black roof and I try and get myself to sit up, but I can't because my hands have been tied together to a cage that I'm inside. I feel like a dangerous animal being contained for just naturally being myself. What have I done that could be so terrible?

"I can here you moving around back there, if I were you I'd learn to shut it or the boss will end up having a massive go at you" I hear a young boy say as if he's warning me. But why would he do that?
"I only 'shut it' when j know what I'm getting myself into" I state sarcastically.
"Trust me, you'll want to shut when you find out what Mr Spencer has I store for you, it happens with all his women at least this time I'm giving you a heads up." That name again. I feel my heart stop and sink low. Why him? Anyone but him please!!

"What and that makes you feel any better about you working with him? I ask the boy completely disgusted.
"I work with him because I admire how much power he has over people and make them feel the way he wants to make them feel."
"Well he never fooled me!" I state angrily.
"That's precisely the reason you're here so he can take hold of his most prized possession once again; you." I feel my heart beat quicken at the thought.
"Be prepared Miss Perry to no longer be the firework you once were, as soon as you lay eyes on him you'll already no longer be yourself. Say goodbye to yourself while you can because once you get in you never get out as the same person"

I look down at the floor in desperation as I begin to breathe heavily. I try to slow my heart beat but it's impossible. I can't deny it that I'm so scared. I clasp my hands together and pray to myself.
"Oh Lord high in heaven,my father, my father, please reveal for me, hold my hand, it's dark.

(Pearl's POV)

I bite my finger nails nervously, as I stare at the ground. I've bend doing this for the past two hours. Katy still hasn't come home. Where is she?

"Okay I swear if you keep biting your fingernails in actually going to bite you" Shannon says as she comes over to me and gives a nudge.
"Aren't you at all nervous about where she is???" I ask agitated at how calm she is acting.

"Knowing Katy, when she gets upset, she just needs time and space to think so I'm sure she's absolutely fine." As much as I love Shannon's assuring words, I really do not think she feels this way because I certainly don't. I think she's just trying to convince our selfs that everything will be okay.

"Look it's getting late, I think maybe we should get you to bed" I scoff loudly, "Since when do you care about getting me to bed on time? Whenever you come over you're the reason I get to stay up really late"

"I know that Pearl, I just feel that some sleep could do you some good right now. Look, if it makes you feel any better if Katy's not home by lunchtime tomorrow then we'll call the police. How's that?" Shannon asks as I nod my head, not really in the mood to talk.
I get off the sofa and walk up to my room, Shannon follows me up the stairs as she walks into Katy's room which is practically filled with half of her stuff anyway so you might as well call it Katy's and Shannon's room.

"Good night" Shannon says to me as she comes over to me and gives me a hug. I honestly don't know what I'd do without Shannon. Whenever mum and I got into a fight and I needed to rant about to someone I could always talk to Shannon just like mum could to. She's like a second mum to me. I'm so glad that mum  and I have her in our lives.
"Sleep well" I say to her quietly as I give her a small smile and walk into my room and close the door behind me. I fall onto my bed and scream into the cushions and burst into angry tears. My  body began to shake. Why did mum have to be so touchy like she's on her period twenty four seven? Why couldn't she see that I don't ever mean any of the mean stuff I've ever said about her? Why do her emotions always seem to cloud her judgment and take over every sensible and reasonable thought she has about a situation?

"Dear God, I beg you please bring her home to me safely where she belongs. I know what I said was wrong to say and I regret it with ever  single fibre in my body by please just show her the way home" I over and over again.