Kidnapped (Scomiche)

Seven

Day 30

My arms draped over his chest, his hand running up and down my arm, giving me chills. This has been happening for the past few days. The cuddling and constant need for each other. He gave me comfort, which was what I needed right now.

I hate to say I'm falling for a twenty year old, but I think I am. Everyday we get more close. Sleeping became easier, usually because I often found myself wrapped into his embrace.

My anxiety has also rised. Without Kirstie in the same room, I had no idea what they were doing or could be doing to her.

Is been a month since we've, I've, been here. Scott got here three days after I did, and Kirstie got here 20 days after us. She has only been here for 10 days, but has experienced worse things than we have.

These guys are gay, if not, bisexual. They like men, and Kirstie isn't a man. They force her into things that woman don't normally do. I feel horrible for her.

"What are you thinking about?" Scott asks.

"What? Nothing." I say.

"You were thinking about something. I could see it in your face."

"Just how long we've been here. And what they could be doing to Kirstie as we speak."

"Try not to think about it." He pulls my body closer. "It's not a good thought."

"Nothing is a good thought anymore, Scott."

"Too me, you are an amazing thought. I can think about you and smile." I smile myself.

"And your gorgeous little smile of itself also makes me smile." He says. A red tint flows across my face. I nuzzle it into his shoulder, hiding myself from embarrassment. He pulls my chin up with one finger looking me in the eyes. His hand finds the small of my back, and that's when I realize we are about to kiss, so I push his chest back a little. I can't kiss him. It would get too personal.

"Sorry." He says.

"It's okay."

"I don't know what got into me. You were there and it was in the moment."

"I understand. It really is okay."

"Okay...sorry."

"Quit apologizing. It's not a big deal."

Day 32

We're moving to a different location. They didn't tell us where, only to make sure we were ready to go when they told us we were leaving, which was soon I'm assuming.

Ever since the police came, it's been tense. For us, thinking that maybe someone would find us, but for them, that they'd get caught. And that is why we are leaving.

This is the first I've seen Kirstie in five days. They didn't let us see her. She runs into my embrace, covered in bruises and scars. She is crying.

"It's okay, babe. I'm here now." I comfort.

"They hurt me, Mitch. Really bad." She cries.

"I know, I know. They did the same to us."

She sits on the bed as Scott gets some of the same things he did to help me. He cleans her cuts, stinging her skin.

"Let's go." Kyle says, peeking his head in. "We are leaving now." I sigh, but grabs Scott's hand and Kirstie's hand. Before we leave, I pull them together.

"No matter what happens, we are here for each other. Always. Through this whole experience." I whisper. Kirstie nods. Scott hesitates, but nods as well. Kirstie starts out first, me following with Scott trailing behind.

"Why'd you hesitate?" I whisper to him.

"We're gonna be forced to do some crazy things. Don't know if we can stick together, but I see what your trying to say."

"We need each other, Scott. Kirstie needs us the most."

"No, Mitch. She needs you. Her family. Probably a real doctor, not just a guy with a paper towel."

"We only have so much, including each other. She needs us because we are what she has."

Kirstie taps my shoulder, motioning for me to follow her. We are lead onto a truck, all pushed into the three seats in the back.

"Say goodbye, fuckers!" Some guy says to us.

"Fuck off." Scott says. I put my hand on his thigh.

"Chill out, Scott. We don't need any more injuries as we are on the move." He relaxes himself.

Kirstie fell asleep within an hour. The front seat was cut off from the back, and the other guys were asleep, so it was just me and Scott. I look to him. He looks into the black screen covering the window, a tear on his face. I grab his hand reassuringly. He looks to me, wipes his eyes.

"I thought you were asleep." He says. I don't say anything, just hug him and kiss his cheek in the process. He gives me a shy, and a fake, smile. He puts his arm around me, allowing me to cuddle into as much as I can with Kirstie on the other side of me.

"I'm glad it's you with me." I say. "Rather than someone else. Like I'm happy I got a sweet and caring kidnapped buddy." He chuckles.

"And I'm happy I got a dorky and adorable kidnapped buddy."

"This is totally a moment." I say. He laughs at my joke.

"It totally is." He finishes.

First pit stop. They run into a store, coming back with a bag of chips. They throw it back here and tell us to share it. We had been on the road for a few hours. I had no idea where we were.

"Scott?" I ask. He looks over to me, putting his hand on my thigh.

"What's up?"

"Why were you crying earlier?"

"It's nothing, Mitch."

"Please talk to me. I've cried so many times to you. You've always been there for me. It's your turn. Let me be here for you."

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm scared too."

"What are you scared of?"

"Scaring you."

"You're scared of scaring me? I don't think anything will scare me anymore."

"I don't want things to change. They can't change. We need eachother just how we are now. Nothing needs to change."

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me? I can help you if you-"

"I don't want to tell you! Cant we just leave it at that!" He snaps. I'm shocked, but nod and turn my head to look at a sleeping Kirstie. "You should get some sleep, Mitch. My instincts tell me were up for a long drive." I don't say anything. Just listen to noises of the wheels turning on the road, and the sound of snores.