Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Two

Day seven.

I haven't been touched in days. They have been taking the blonde one. He apparently is more hated. The only time I leave the room is when I have to eat or clean.

The blonde hates to listen. They don't seem to hurt him as much as me. He fights back. I think they're scared of him, but they outnumber him by a lot. He is usually the one taken out to be used as "pleasure". I think he is mainly beaten though. The door opens, and Kyle comes on with he blonde. He throws him in, slapping him and coming to me.

"Why did you slap him?" I ask.

"Because he deserves it."

"Really? He's been kidnapped and you think he deserves this shit? You're funny."

"Talk like that to anyone else and you'll get hurt."Kyle says.

"Why don't you hurt me, Kyle? Why does everyone do and you don't?"

"I can't."

"But you can hurt that one?" I ask and point to the blonde.

"Yes, Mitch, I can."

"I fucking hate you. I hate every fucking person in this building."

"You don't hate me."

"I hate you the most."

"For what?"

"For treating me better the them. Fuck you. Treat me the same as blondie over there." He just leaves, slamming the door. I get up, but fall back down. My ankle has been bad, turning a dark and violent shade of dark purple and blue. It's bruising badly. The blonde helps me up. I push him off of me.

"Don't touch me." I say.

"I'm trying to help you." He replies.

"I don't care. I'm fine." He picks me up anyway, laying me on the bed. He takes the bandage that Kyle put on away from my foot, revealing the mess.

"Damn. That's bad." He says. "What did you do to piss them off?"

"I don't know." He goes into the small bathroom we have, coming back with a wet paper towel. He runs it along the bruises, taking off a layer of dirt and blood. He places the towel down, grabbing the top of my foot with one hand, my heel with the other. He moves it around a little.

"Ow! Fuck!" I yell.

"That's hurts?" He asks.

"No shit!"

"It is fractured."

"How do you know that."

"I was in med school before I came here."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Two more years and I would've been a doctor, but I guess that's out of the question now that I'm missing all of my classes."

"I'm sorry. That's horrible."

"What about you? In college? Have a job?"

"Highschool."

"Highschool? How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"They fucking kidnapped kids under eighteen. That's so fucked up."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty."

"You're young too."

"But I'm an adult. You're not."

"I'll be eighteen in a few months. I'm practically an adult."

"Not until you graduate highschool. Guess we both won't be finishing things."