Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Six

Day 25

No power for three days. No shower. No lights. Nothing. Not that we needed it, the other guys did. We couldn't see each other. No windows, so no natural light. Only darkness. Most of the time we have to ask where each other are and meet in the middle to have a conversation. It's becoming a habit.

They took Kirstie away from us, put her in a different room. Who knows why. All I know is that I hate everything. I'm hate this bed, the bathroom, this whole fucking building. I want to burn it to the ground.

"Mitch. With me now." Kyle says as he opens the door. Two other men stand with him. Scott looks to me, gripping my wrist under the sheets. I try to pull away, but he doesn't let me go.

"Scott." I whisper.

"I won't let them hurt you." He says. Kyle walks in a little further.

"Mitch. Let's go!" Kyle yells. I rip my arm from Scott's grip. He gets up and follows after me. A guy grabs Scott's shoulders, holding him back.

"Fuck off, Hoying. Mitch isn't yours. He is mine." Kyle says. Then Scott loses it. He pushes the man off of him with a big force and gets to Kyle. He had to throw me out of the way in the process. He throws punches, but only a few because the other guys hold him back. I look at Scott. He looks at me: Why aren't you trying to stop this? Like its my decision.

Kyle leads me down a hallway, but is interrupted when yelling comes from the other side.

"Kyle, get him out of here! Cops are here!" He yells. The front door bursts open, and several cops fly in. Kyle opens a random door and throws me into it, following behind. He kicks a few wooden pieces on the floor until they break, leaving room to fit a small person. And that small person was me. He shoves me into it.

"You say a fucking word and I'll kill you." Kyle says. He places the wood over the floor.

Shortly, like three minutes later, I hear the door open. I hear footsteps walk in.
"Hello, officers." Kyle says. "What is going on?"

"There has been suspicious activity going on here. Anonymous callers have claimed that they think there are hostages here. We need to take a look around." A man says, probably an officer.

"Sure, you can look. Just please don't ruin my room."

The urge not to say anything. I know if I did, Kyle would just take his gun out and end my life in the second. Probably end a few others as well.

Our one chance blown. How are these guys pros at hiding three hostages in three different rooms? The cops checked EVERY room and didn't find anything. What the fuck!

I am put back into my room with Scott. He hugs me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"A few cuts, but fine."

"Cuts from what?"

"I was forced to hide under the floor. What about you?"

"A closet. I've been through that enough." I chuckle. He brushes my hair out of my face.

"I've missed your laugh."

"You have?" He looks into eyes, hands on my shoulders. I get lost in them in a second, and can't help. I also can't help the fact that I'm leaning in. But once he realizes, he stops.

"You don't laugh very often."

"Nothing to laugh about."

"I know it's really hard, but try to enjoy what we have. Like each other."

"I'm really trying, Scott. It's so hard. I can't stop thinking about my family. I miss them so much. It's been about a month and that was our one chance of being rescued." He hugs me again.

"We will get through this together." The door opens and Kirstie is pushed in.

"That was traumatizing." She says. I hug her.
"What did you guys think?"

"I think traumatizing is a good word." I say.

I lay in bed with Kirstie, talking about how things were before we left.

"What about Jacob?" I ask. "Has he moved on?" She gives me a sorry look.

"Sorry, Mitch."

"I figured he would. Another guy?"

"Yeah..."

"Asshole." I mumble. "His boyfriend gets kidnapped, so he cheats. Seems reasonable!" I say sarcastically.

"It's okay! Now you can be with Scott!" She exclaims. I chuckle at her bubbliness. "I saw your little moment before I came in. He almost kissed you!"

"He did not. I may have almost slightly kissed him, but I didn't!"

"You so like him!" She yells.

"Can you not yell it? Though he isn't in the room, he is still in the house!"

"Sorry. I'm happy for you."

"I'm not. He is an adult and I'm a teenager. That isn't okay."

"If it's true love it is!"

"It's not true love."

"How do you know?"

"Because once we leave, we are going to completely forget about each other."