Kidnapped

First time

Weeks past. Suddenly I sat down on the toilet and saw blood in my pantied again. Ohh, goody! Before I knew it I was in the car again, on my way to the supermarket, with Ginger Guy. This time he was listening to Justin Bieber and One Direction. Matilda used to be crazy about them so I knew almomst every song. I didn´t sing along though, even though I felt like it when the window was down and the wind blew through my hair ... ehh, or lack of hair, maybe.

Ginger Guy had completely changed since last month when we sat in the car together. Then, he had at least smiled some and he sang along in every song. This time he was quiet the entire trip. He didn´t say a word.

Since the time he pulled a gun at me, before we showered, I hadn´t once looked him in the eye. I even prefered whn Denim Guy came down to us, because at least I had always known where I had him.

In the supermarket, he turned his back on me for just a moment and I saw my window. I grabbed two things from the shelf and quickly hid it in my pants. I thought he and the people who worked there would notice it at once, but luckily they didn´t. I think most people where busy enough looking at my face. It was still bruised and swollen, since Denim Guy´s favourite hobby seemed to be Beat-Amanda-and-James-to-a-pulp.

As we were just leaving I cought a glimpse of my own face on the front page of a newspaper. It was my school picture from almost a year ago. My hair was long, brown and curly and I had a big smile on my lips. I had that green shirt on that my grandmother had given me. Next to me where a photo of James, drop-dead gorgeous as usual. Under it, it said, MOVIESTAR AND TEENAGE GIRL STILL MISSING AFTER 5 WEEKS.

I felt like my heart was breaking in my chest. Five weeks? Really? Sure, I knew that we had been down there for quite some time, but five weeks?

I started thinking about mom, dad and Jonas. How they must wonder where I am.

Ginger guy draged me to the car and soon we where on our way back again.

Later, when me and James were alone in the basement I decided to give him my present. I told him to close his eyes and then I put it in his lap. He opened his eyes again and looked down at the toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste in his lap. He smiled at me and I thought that my heart was going to stop.

"You remembered", he just said and came closer for a hug. Then he instantly put some toothpaste on the toothbrush and put it in his mouth. He sighed and rolled with his eyes and I laughed at him.

"How did you get this?" he asked me with his mouth full of toothpaste. I laughed again and he walked over to out toilet and spit it out. Then he put new toothpaste on the toothbrush and started to brush all over again.

"I stole it", I said with a shrug of the shouders. "In the supermarket while Ginger Guy wasn´t looking."

He looked strangely at me and then started to laugh. "What the fuck did you call him?"

I started to blush when I realized that James didn´t know about my nicknames of the people who held us prisoners. Fuck!

I smiled at him as he sat down beside me and I shruged my shoulders again. "It´s just my nickname for the one with red hair", I said and giggled. "The other one I call Denim Guy, you know, because of the denim jacket he always wear."

"Yeah what is up with that jacket, I don´t understand", James laughed. I laughed too and pretty soon we were laughing so much that we could barely breath.

Then, when we had calmed down, he put the toothbrush and the toothpaste in my lap. I looked down, then looked up at his face with a questioning look. His eyes were burning in a way I had never seen before and I felt a weird sensation in the lowest pits of my stomach.