Voluntarily Kidnapped

Ch 5. Locked Out...in the Rain

After our dinner of clam chowder, Lucas had to take a business call. So naturally, I started looking around.

The kitchen was extremely large and an entire wall had different types of wine while a smaller one consisted of spices, some I could name, some I'd never heard of.

The living room was a large, cozy space. It wasn't cramped, but it was warm and inviting. There was a giant fireplace with a mirror on the mantle and logs neatly stacked beside it. The couches were white with grey and blue pillows. The room was topped off with a pretty, but subtle bouquet of flowers on the coffee table.

I noticed some glass doors leading out to a patio and decided, what the hey. Mind as well look outside. Besides, Lucas's business call was taking a long time.

I turned the knob and stepped outside onto the patio. A few feet away was a glowing pool. I turned to go back inside when a gust of wind firmly closed the door in my face. I pulled on the knob. Locked. I sat down in a nearby patio chair.

Well, this wasn't too bad, right?

Wrong.

I definitely spoke too soon. It started to sprinkle...and then downpour. Great. And the best part was I didn't have any protection from the rain. The sun umbrellas were most likely locked away in the nearby shed and I was in a short-sleeved T-shirt with no shoes. The last part was entirely my fault. I took them off to feel the soft carpet.

I started obnoxiously pounding on the door. How else would Lucas hear me?

I knocked for five minutes. Then ten. Twenty. Finally, around twenty eight minutes of pounding on the door, I was let in...on accident. Someone was letting a bug outside and saw me standing there, drenched and sneezing.

I squeezed past them and angrily marched into the kitchen. Lucas wasn't there, but his phone was. I grabbed it and chucked it at the wall. I felt a little bad, but only because the phone hurt the wall more than the wall hurt it.

I marched upstairs and opened his door. All the lights were off and he was asleep in his sheets. If this were a normal circumstance, I would have closed the door and gone to my own room. But this was not a normal circumstance.

I smiled, took my drenching shirt off, and walked over to him. I then made sure he was sleeping peacefully before I squeezed my drenching wet shirt all over his face. He woke up sputtering and wiping his face.

I then proceeded with slapping him with the wet shirt.

"You. Big. Fat. Jerk." I said, slapping him with every word. On the last one he grabbed the shirt and yanked it from my hands. I started slapping his chest with my hands before he grabbed those too.

"What are you doing!" He yelled.

I tried to free myself from his viselike grip, but to no avail. He was made of solid rock. Scratch that. He was made of a hunk of steel.

"I don't know. Maybe getting revenge on someone who forgot me downstairs. In the pouring rain!" I yelled back, trying to free myself once more. I felt his arm brush my stomach and froze. I wasn't wearing a shirt. Lucas released my hands when he saw and I scrambled away from him.

He threw my shirt at me.

"We will continue this conversation when you are decently dressed."

I nodded, my face heating up, and walked out of the room with my pride slightly damaged. When I reached my room, I was freezing.I quickly took a shower and changed into the warmest clothes I had, my sweatshirt and leggings.

I walked out of the room with a blanket wrapped around me. I was still cold. So, instead of continuing my conversation with Lucas, I walked downstairs. In the kitchen, I started boiling water and grabbed a packet of hot chocolate out of the cabinet after some extensive searching.