Mr Hood (Calum Hood AU)

Part 31 - How Long Has It Been?

Sorry guys, I have been super busy. I just started work this week, like full-time Mon-Fri 8.30-5.30 job.  It has been hell but I have enjoyed it.  For all you guys out there, that wonder what jobs are like.  You do anything you get paid for - My motto in life.

But here you go.  The next chapter.  It may be a bit weird and stuff.  But bear with me and it will make sense in the end.  

I'll try to have Calum's POV up maybe this weekend... Hopefully.

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I woke up in this tiny little shithole of a room, with one dying lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I was lying in a bed and there was nothing around me. No windows to see where I was, no open door to try and get out, no clock to see what time it was and certainly no phone to call anyone. I was just in there, alone. I cried for a while when I realised how alone I was and that it wasn't some horrible nightmare. It was real life and I didn't have anyone to come rescue me like in a fairy-tale. Disney was bullshit. With all my crying and realisations I fell back asleep.

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I don't know how long it has been. I don't even remember when I was taken. It feels like weeks, but it may have only been a few days, even a few hours. There doesn't seem to be any clocks or light where I am. Nobody has ever even been in. I am trapped inside a dark dingy room with some creepy ass drawings on the walls. There is a bathroom connected to the room though, so I have been able to use the toilet and stuff. I don't even know what has happened. I haven't had any food, or at least any proper food. There were some weird packets on a table in the corner. It all looked foreign, I couldn't understand what it was. It could have been dog food for all I know. I didn't eat, until I was starving.

All I have been able to do in this stupid room is sleep and look for any kind of way to escape, there is none. I have combed every wall, every crack and every tear in the carpet. There is nothing. For being a shithole they sure do know how to keep someone stuck. I haven't tried to shout for anyone. I have sat silently in this room. I know from the countless crime and horror movies I have watched that when people are kidnapped, no matter how much they scream and shout and cry, the people holding them aren't going to do anything until they want to. So I find no point in wasting any energy I have in shouting at people that won't even hear me.

I woke up to a loud banging of doors coming from outside the room I am in. I sit up in my bed to see if anything was happening, not that I would be able to see. Suddenly the door swings open and I see two fairly large guys enter. "Up!" The one with dark brown hair orders. I get up and stand near the door, close enough to the two men that I obeyed them but far enough that I didn't feel too threatened.

The men both turned and walked out while the other guy, with ginger hair nodded his head for me to follow after them. I walked after them hastily. They walked at a fair pace. As I walked down the long corridor, that I have no memory of, I hear people shouting and some crying coming from a few of the rooms on either side. How many people do they have here? As I assumed, the men just kept walking without even sparing a care for the people in the rooms.

At the end of our journey we reached a room with a chair and a table in the centre of it. It was a bright room, the brightest thing I had seen in, I don't know how long. The first guy motioned for me to sit and so I did. Why try and fight the inevitable? They both nodded at each other and then turned to leave.

It was at this moment, as I was sitting in this chair, in this massively bright room, that I realised I was still in my school uniform, it was still in good condition, just dirty. My hair was probably a tangled mess, but I washed my make-up off a little while into my stay here. Just as I was inspecting myself the door opened.

In came a man. In a full suit. The man I remember from the car journey. "Hello Summer." He smiled at me. It was the least comforting a smile could ever be. "Glad to see you have learned to follow instructions." He said before coming to stand right in front of me, only the table separating us.

He had something in his hand, but I couldn't see what it was. It looked like wooden but I don't know. The thing about this man is that he was attractive, and so I found myself looking him up and down, trying to see what his deal was. "So Summer." He said, getting my attention back to his face. "If you are finished checking me out, that is?" He smirked. "I wasn't checking you out." I told him, quietly, but surely. My voice was all croaky considering how long it had been since I had last used it. "Ah, and she speaks!" He cheers looking around the room as if it were full of spectators. So he is an entertainer.

I just looked at him, not wanting to speak to him. "Summer, I have a few questions for you." He tells me, looking me right in the eye. "And since I know you can speak, I expect answers." He tells me with a grin. I just continue to stare at him. He clears his throat before walking around a little bit. "As you know, you saw one of my men a few months ago. I also know that there was someone else who also saw him. What I want to know, is who that was?" He says to me with a straight face. He is obviously very serious and he isn't playing around anymore. "I don't know what you're talking about." I shrug. He smiles before looking at me dead in the eyes.

His gaze frightens me and I try to look away but he grabs my face and pulls it back to him. "Summer. I am not playing around. Who was it?" He asks me again. "I don't know." I gulp, too scared to be sarcastic or play dumb. But I will not give Calum up. I don't care if he isn't looking for me, I won't give them his name. "You see Summer, I know that you are lying to me. And I hate liars Summer. I will not tolerate them." He explains. "Now if you just tell me who it was then I won't have to hurt you." He adds. I shake my head, not giving in to him.

He gets right up to me and grabs my face in his hands. "Last chance." He almost whispers, but you can hear the anger he is holding back in his voice. I try to hold back the tears as I shake my head again. I already know that this man is a sociopath. But I can't even speak at that moment.

He turns away and I can see his shoulders tense before he turns back with a smirk on his face. "Wrong answer." He says before he whacks me across the face with the butt of a gun. I scream out in agony, never having felt something that painful before. It was so solid and so cold. I can feel my jaw aching, like it is broken.

I hold my face as I look at him, not wanting to make too much noise. "I was trying to be nice Summer. I mean, you are just so pretty. I was really hoping I didn't have to mess up your beauty." He says before turning and walking back out the door. I felt the fear rip right through me at that moment. What is he going to do now? What is happening?

In came the man with ginger hair and he walked towards me. He grabbed my shoulder and shoved me out the chair onto the floor. I hurt my shoulder as I feel to the concrete ground. Another pain shot through me. I screamed once more. The man then picked me up by the shoulder that hit the ground and pushed me out the room and back down the hall towards the door I had come from.

"Is that it? What is happening?" I asked, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew I wasn't going to get any answers so I wasn't disappointed when the door opened and I was flung in. The door then slammed shut as I turned to it.

I was back in here. In the room of nothing. I have no idea what to do with my injuries, but I sure as hell can't get to a doctor. Why didn't I pay attention in first aid class? All I can do is try my best to inspect my injuries in the manky mirror in the dimly lit bathroom.

As I look over myself and see what has been done to me I think of what it was for. I would rather that I went through this than to have someone else die because of me. And I sure as hell, was not going to let Calum die because of me. I didn't want him to go through this either. I don't care what happens to me, as long as he is safe. He needs to be safe, for my own sanity. He has to.