Cutting And Kidnapped

Chapter 11

Chapter 10:
Coles' POV

I wait for Kenz to get her prescription so she can leave. Where's Lexy? Just as I wonder that, I hear a ding. My phone. Kenz's text tone.

Alexis: hey baby. I'm okay. I was taken but that's okay. They're family and taking care of me. I'm being monitored while using my phone. Catfis. Browni mix. Lolipops. Black peper. Mushroons. Instant potatos. Just letting you know things you need to get at the store later. Love baby.

Her phone almost always messes up texts sometimes. I'm not worried about anything. Besides the fact that she's fucking kidnapped basically!

She says that she's fine though and I take that as my reassurance.

Lexy's POV:

Why the hell didn't I text Kenz?! She's the smarter one and would know that something's up. She's the one who knows my phone messes up words, but that every word missing one PARTICULAR letter in a specific order must mean something.

I mean, I had enough time to think about what to say are the groceries. We don't fucking get catfish. Ever.

I miss them.

They aren't taking care of me like I told Cole.

I'm scared. I'm really scared. I want to make sure to be able to see Cole, Jack, and especially Kenz before I die in here. I miss them.

I'm not strong enough to be kidnapped. I can't fucking do this. I need to get out sometime.

Just listen to them to get "freedom." Then when they don't expect it, leave.

Not a completely bad idea but it'll most likely never work.

But I guess I have to be obedient for them.

I'm so sorry for lying to you, Cole... I had to. They wouldn't have let me do anything at all if they knew what I was trying to do.

I'm not sure how long it's been for me but the anal beads are out and I can tell Connor had his piece of me while I was drugged. I'm so sore...

If only I was with Kenz, Jack, and Cole again; that would be great.

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Hey guys. I haven't updated in forever but I have a few reasons.
1. I thought I had an amazing friend but she left me a while back.
2. My mom found out about the whole depression thing and cutting.
3. I've been really busy in general, focusing on school and everything (but it's summer woohoo!)
4. The whole therapist idea sucks
5. I've met a friend that I've been able to talk to recently and she's been helping me a lot and I've promised for a second time to stop cutting (the first time was with who I thought was a friend to me). I'm trying get better.

I know a lot of you guys might blow those reasons off, saying that depression and anxiety aren't a reason to hold this off for so long. So for those people, I hope you guys don't encounter anyone else with those because it could disable someone for doing plenty of things for years.

Thanks for those who understand.

~Lexy :)