Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Three

Day 12

I apologized to Kyle the other day. I liked that he didn't want to hurt me. I didn't want him to treat me like blondi-Scott.

It was weird calling him by a name. We don't do much talking, maybe a few words when we see each other during the day. The only time we really see each other is at night, but by then we are too tired to speak. He usually gets back a lot later than me.

He thinks that I'm asleep when he comes in usually. He tries to be as quiet as possible when scooting into bed next to me. Truth is, I'm never asleep when he comes back. I haven't slept through a full night since I've been here. Sleeping was a very hard thing to do.

Day 14

Today is the two week marker. Kyle tells me how long I've been here every few days.

I wonder how my parents are. Are they worried? How worried? Have they called the police? Of course they've called the police. Anyone would.

What about Jacob? Does he miss me? I wonder if he does. Maybe Scott is right. He could be with any guy right now. He probably is-no, Mitch. You need to stay positive. Good thinking.

What am I kidding? I'm being raped, used for labor, and tortured. It's impossible to think positively. Everyday I get less and less hopeful. This will be my life.

"Two weeks." Scott says. Every Wednesday is our break day. We get a day to chill in our room with some snacks and each other. The snacks usually consists of fruit snacks and chips. That's it.

"Two weeks." I repeat.

"Cheers." He says, holding up his cup of water. I pick mine up and clink it againsts his. "For two weeks in this shit hole."

"Cheers." I sip my room tempature water, which tastes of nothing. Break days weren't that fun. All we had was each other and a limited amount of food. We had to keep ourselves occupied with the small amount of things we had.

"So tell me about your life. Friends, family, hobbies." Scott says. It was weird explaining my life to a person I had recently just met, but he was the only one here. I needed company.
"Well my best friends name was Kirstie. She was amazing. She got me through everything when I needed it. I can't wait to see her again."

"Hobbies?"

"Not much. I sang a few time and took a few chorus classes, but nothing much."

"Let me hear."

"I don't think I should."

"Come on, Mitch. You're probably amazing."
"I'm not. Trust me. It's nothing special."

"It's special to me."

"Tell me about you, Scott." He gives me a look, obviously knowing that I changed the subject, but goes with it.

"I was in my second year of college. Studying to be a pediatric surgeon."

"Friends, family, and hobbies?"

"Well, I met this guy my junior year of highschool named Kevin. He was like a big brother to me. When I graduated, he was in his second year of college. Then there's this kid named Avi. Met him at bar one night. Not a gay bar, a normal one. He is 110% straight. No gay bone in either of them."