Heartbeats

Chapter 15

Hey guys just a quick warning. This chapter is UNEDITED. My editor is having fun without me so... yeah.

Anyways.

I decided I'm going to start posting songs with the chapters. They won't have anything to do with the chapter, at least not usually, but give them a try. This time it'll be Your Old Coat - Paperwork. :)

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My vision swam in and out of focus, the images blurring together and apart as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

The floor was cold beneath my feet, and I noticed groggily that my heels were gone. The fabric was soft against my legs, and I assumed I was still wearing my dress. At least, I hope I was.

Slowly, my vision settled, my eyes resting on a chair. It was rustic looking, the wood looked worn, but on purpose. To its left, a low dresser rested against the wall, its appearance much like the chair’s. A few feet to the chair’s right, my eyes caught probably the most important object in the room. A door.

I tried to get up, and I only moved half an inch before the restraints stopped me. I was sitting in a chair, probably identical to the one in front of me, my hands tied behind my back and my feet tied each to one of the chair’s front legs. My hands were empty, the necklace gone.

I cursed under my breath, straining to look around the rest of the room. I ignored the crick in my neck, grimly realizing I didn’t know how long I’ve been in this position. I managed to catch the sight of a bed behind me, before the small pain in my neck forced me to face forward again.

I had to get out of here. How I would do that, however, I had no idea.

Time dragged on, every minute feeling like an hour. I had tried dragging my chair forward, immediately stopping when I almost toppled over, not really in the mood to feel the floor with my face. Then I tried getting rid of my restraints, the only thing I got out of that were raw wrists. The knots looked simple enough, and yet, they had not given an inch.

I ended up imagining what Cam and Reach would say if they were here with me. Cam would go on and on on how she would hunt down our kidnappers, picking them out one by one with her guns. She could hold a grudge when she wanted to. Reach would try to make light of the situation, making an offhand comment on how things could be worse, like our noses could start itching and we would have to use each other to make them stop.

That got my nose itching and I scowled at the door. Cam and Reach would be trying to find me right about now. Would they be successful? I kind of doubted it. None of us had ever been in a situation like this.

That led to another question. Why did I find myself in this situation? What could possibly be the reason that had led to my kidnapping?

After struggling in my chair, I had finally gotten a better view of the room I found myself in. it was ordinary, nothing really calling attention to itself. The only other objects were a lamp that provided the only light in the room, and a window with the curtains tightly closed.

I have no idea how much time had passed. I’d tried counting my heartbeats, which would usually work, but I was so spaced out that I lost count by the time I had reached two hundred.

My muscles ached, and I desperately wanted to stand up and stretch them. No such luck. I was just nodding off – being kidnapped was incredibly boring – when the door creaked open.

I was instantly alert. I narrowed my eyes, following Garrett and Caleb as they stepped in. They didn’t say a word. They just watched me back, a scowling Caleb and a smirking Garrett. My eyes were drawn to Caleb’s face, noticing the bruised jaw.