I Need Him... To Forget About You

Chapter 2: Abduction

Soft. Smooth. Silk. Soft, smooth silk. All over my face. At least that's what it felt like.

"Miz? Miz." I heard. I strained to open my eyes and when I did manage to open them, I saw Ainsley staring me in the face.

"What?" I asked. Then I noticed he was looking at my nose. My nose didn't have any freckles on it, or any piercings, but for some reason it looked really interesting to him. Or was he staring at my eyes? My dark black eyes that you could stare into forever, and just get lost in a daydream.

"Miz. You're on top of me."

Those words paralysed me then. My muscles tensed and I felt my face blush a crimson shade of red as I peered down. My nose was literally on his. My hands grasping the softness of his shirt. And my lips? They were on his cheeks. Shit. Fuck the soft silk. It was Ainsley's shirt and cheeks that felt so soft. I swivelled to try to get my body off his. However, feeling my legs brush his sent my hormones everywhere. No. No. Ainsley's my best mate. This is not happening.

"Er..." he said, arms widespread trying to catch me if I accidentally fall on top of him again.

"It's okay, really." I tried to reassure him, but it definitely was not okay. This is because my two hands were on his legs and I tried to haul myself up, but instead my left hand got caught on a thorn and I had a cut on my hand. So I screamed. And fell. On him. Again.

"Ouch!" we both cried in unison as our heads collided.

"Wait, Miz. Stop for a sec." Ainsley muttered, trying to catch his breath. "Just slow down and take a deep breath. Maybe that way you won't keep landing on me." I pouted at his stupid remark, but it was worth a try. I inhaled then exhaled, the way they tell you to on medical leaflets you get from the hospitals.

"Okay. I'm alright now."

"Good."

I stood up lightly, careful not to tread on Ainsley. And when I looked around me, panic rushed through my veins. The breathing in and out thing didn't work after all.

"Ainsley, where the hell are we?" I roared.

"Erm..." he said, glancing around him, his face calm. But when he saw the same view everywhere he looked, the same panic flushed through his face. I guess if you took a picture of mine an Ainsley's expressions, then we'd look like twins.

"Miz. I'm sorry. I think we're lost."

"You think?!" I squealed, fists clenched ready to punch this arsehole in the face for what he's done.

"But don't worry, I've got a phone." he said, calmly extracting his Blackberry from his pocket. I glare at his phone demanding it to burn in flames to show him my anger.

"Well?"

"I need to turn it on first." he moaned. I folded my arms so he can hurry up as he sees my impatience.

I only just saw the BB logo fade away when his ring tone started blaring out, "Just stand up and scream, the tainted clock is counting down..."

Who could it be? Shit. My mom. Oh for my sake as well as Ainsley's, please don't let it be my mom. Briallen Casey. She was what someone would call - paranoid. There's a ladder outside m bedroom window, so I can climb out if my room catches fire. I carry a bag of blood with me all the time with an injection so that I can inject myself with blood in case I am in short supply of it. Like, really? Who carries blood with them? She makes sure I have around two or three different types of back up if I ever got lost. Wait - I am lost. And I do need back up. Okay; back up one: cell phone - broken. Back up two: a human helper - useless. Back up three: an alarm. I only used it for real emergencies though.