Room 174 (A Jason McCann Love Story)

Chapter 5: She's My Victim, I'm Her Toy

*Jason*

I carried Hailey towards the apartment I shared with Eric and strangely, I found it rather easy considering how light she really was. Also, to my surprise she never woke up. Not even when I almost accidentally hit her head on the doorframe on the way in here. Remind me to leave that off the list of things to tell her later. I carried her into my small bedroom, laying her down on my bed, and looked down at her.

**Hailey**

"Karen, I'm going to head in for some sleep! Tell my mom I'll be at the lab later to pick her up" I yelled from my balcony, watching as my aunt strode down the pavement and into her Camry, off to pick me up some medicine.

I plopped on the soft sheets, allowing myself to become engulfed in sleep.

Hearing the door open, I listened as Aunt Karen began to talk to a less familiar voice, one that was to faint to pinpoint on someone.

Whatever, I thought, at least Karen's back.

I turned on my side, waiting for Auntie to come up the stairs to check on me.

I was satisfied as I heard footsteps, but onfused as they were heavy and uneven, nothing compared to my aunt.

I began to ponder, cut off as I tumbled into a strangers arms, rough hands grabbing at my shoulders.

We stood in one spot for what seemed like forever, but I was relieved as we began to move again, sliding out of something into cool September air, a window?

Putting the pieces together, I gasped mentally.

Am I getting kidnapped?

Do I dare open my eyes? I thought for a second and eventually decided against it. Trying my best to figure out my kidnapper without opening my eyes was the best decision.

We walked for what felt like forever until I heard a door open and then felt something just barely miss my head.

Awesome kidnapper! Kidnap someone and almost knock them out by hitting them in the head.

Remind me to thank whoever the hell this is for that later. I then felt myself beig layed on a soft surface.

A bed? Whoever this is really has their mind set on not hurting me and for that I was grateful.

I pulled myself into the softness of the blankets, ingulfed in a somewhat fimilar scent of cologne and fabric detergennt.

**Jason**

I watched as she figeted around on the blue sheets, obviously aware of her unfamiliar surroundings.

I sat in the office chair by my desk, tilting my head back in frustration.

I got her, but what the hell am I supposed to do with her? It's not like I can keep her here forever. My gaurdian is a damn police officer.

I groaned, deciding it'd be best to move on, leave and plan my revenge.

All the while, I couldn't help but feel as regret nipped at my thoughts, making me second guess my sudden desicion.

Maybe it was best to just leave her, tie her up and say 'Haha I got her'.

No Jason, I snapped at myself, you have to get back at them for, Alex, for your mom.

At the sound her being mentioned, I felt tears well up in my eyes, clogging my already limited vision.

Yes, I decided, I will get my revenge, no matter what happens

I walked out of the apartment and down the street. God, don't let Hailety wake up.