Run Away From The Pain

I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, and feel it in my throat, as I sprinted down the long corridor. 
I looked around me, and realized I was in some sort of stadium.
I continued running as fast as I could. I knew I didn't have much time until he found me. 

Every door I tried to open was locked, as I stopped at each one for a second just to jiggle the handle, and hope that I would be saved. 
I decided to give up, until I saw one last door at the end of the long hallway.
I dashed to it, and turned the handle, and to my surprise, it was unlocked. 

I quickly, and quietly shut it behind me, and locked it.
I closed my eyes and slid my back down the door, keeping my weight against it, so he couldn't kick it down incase he found me. 

I took a quiet, deep breath and opened my eyes, checking my surroundings.

The room I was in was brightly lit, and had papers and clothes scattered all across the floor, and furniture. 
I noticed a large leather couch across from me, resting behind a mahogany coffee table, and in the far corner, was another door, which was closed. 
There was a large vanity, which had a mirror skirted with lights.
On the counter of the vanity were more scattered papers, as well as a a few bags. In one of them, there was marijuana, and in the other, was a smooth looking white powder, which I assume was cocaine. 

I heard a voice coming from behind the second door.
It was a male voice, and he was singing. He sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on who it was. Then the door handle jiggled from the other door at the far corner of the room.
I darted up, and hid myself behind the couch, but it was too late, the door had opened and a man with long curly dark hair stepped out in a pair of tight leather pants.

His bewildered eyes caught mine, as a scream escaped my lips. 
I noticed a large swiss army knife on the coffee table, and with panther like speed, I shot up, and grabbed the knife, backing myself into a corner, and pointing it at the man.

"Please, don't hurt me! I know how to protect myself!" I yelled. I was shaking uncontrollably, and couldn't  catch my breath. I knew for sure that I was having an anxiety attack, which for the past few years, became a daily thing. 
"Just tell me where I am.. and no one will get hurt." I said, raising the knife once more. 

"Woah... woah! Calm the fuck down! Drop the knife!" The man yelled. Though he was yelling, he had such a soothing, melodic voice. 
I did as was told and lowered the knife, but kept it in my hands incase he tried to come any closer. 

"Please, just tell me where the fuck I am." I hissed, and then squinted, eyeing the man up and down. "Wait..... Do I know you?" I paused, thinking for a moment.
"Yeah.... Yeah I do. You're that Steven Tyler guy... right? From Aerosmith?" I said, almost a whisper.

"Yep. That would be me. You're at an Aerosmith concert, actually." He chuckled."Now, the real question is, who are you, and why are you in my dressing room?" He breathed, and took a step closer to me.

I raised the knife once more, and tried to calm my breathing before I freaked out and did anything drastic. 

"My... My name is Ale-" I paused, thinking to myself. What if he finds me? Steven Tyler doesn't know me. He doesn't give a shit about me. If I give out my real name, then maybe he'll hear who I am and who I'm with, and come take me again. "I'm Kaylee." I lied. 

Steven gave me a funny look, but accepted the name change.

"Well Kaylee, would you please put the knife down, I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." He came a little closer, but stopped about 5 feet away from me, and sat down on the couch. "Come sit down, and explain everything. I wont bite." He smiled, and I gave him a wary look.

"I'll even keep my hands behind my back." He grinned, and then proceeded to move each arm behind him, and clutch them together, then he leaned back onto the couch, putting full force onto his arms. 

I took a breath, and then took a few steps closer to him. I very carefully placed the knife on the coffee table, so it was still in arms reach of me, and then sat down on the couch. I felt the cool leather on my hands, as I placed them at my side. 

"Kaylee, could you please tell me how you found my dressing room?" Steven batted his eye lashes, and gave me a heart melting, knee trembling smile. 

"I uh...." I couldn't tell him the truth... could I? "I'm not sure... I guess I've been searching for it all night. I'm a huge fan you see, and well... I was hoping that if I found the dressing room, and you just happened to be in here, we could have a cool conversation.... You know? Get to know each other?" I lied through my teeth. He paused, mulling over my answer, and then grinned. He threw his head back and laughed wildly, and when he finally calmed down, he looked at me with these gorgeous brown eyes, and then sighed. 

"You're a great liar, let me tell you that much. But seriously... What's the real reason." He smiled a little.

"What makes you think I'm lying?" I scowled at him.

"Well, let's be real. If you were a crazy fan that made her way into my dressing room, A) You wouldn't have even questioned who I was, and B) You wouldn't have held up a knife to protect yourself from me. You probably would have tackled me to the ground, and tried to propose to me." He chuckled a little.

"I have a feeling that's happened to you, before." I giggled a little.

"Once, or twice." He laughed. "But seriously, If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to know."

I took a deep breath, and looked at the door. What is he's outside, listening to the whole conversation? Is it too late, or too much of a risk to dart out of the room, and find another safe haven?

"I uh....." I sighed, and tried to keep the tears back as I began my story. "My name isn't Kaylee. It's Alexandra.. Alex for short... What seems like decades ago, I was kipnapped by someone, and I've been locked up in his house ever since. Well... He said that it was time I go out into the public. He said he trusted me enough that I wouldn't try to run. That our relationship was stronger than that. I didn't know he was taking me here. He put a blindfold on me as he lead me in. I assume he told the guards that It's a surprise, because as far as I know, no one questioned why I was being deprived of my senses." I paused to size up his expression. 
I caught his gaze, and it seemed as though he was stuck between heart break, and bewilderment. 

"Well... I some how got out of his grip, and began to run as fast as I could, ripping off the blindfold, and head phones. I found this large corridor, and tried to open all the doors, finding some place I could hide, and I was running out of options, because I heard his footsteps echoing behind me. 
I tried this door, before I gave up, and when I realized it was opened, I slid inside, and locked it behind me." The tears were, now, spilling down my face in a steady stream. My chocolate brown hair was sticking to the side of my face. I picked up a few pieces and stuffed them behind my ears, trying to regain my confidence. 

"I've tried so hard to run away, but he's caught me each time, and I never thought I'd be free, and now I'm all alone, and I don't even know where I am, or how I got here. I just want to go home. I haven't seen or spoken to my family in years! They think I'm dead, and I just don't know what to do." I said, dashing tears from my eyes.

Steven wiped away one of his own tears, and then reached out to hug me. 
Quickly, I grabbed the knife and jumped off the couch, and backed myself into the corner. 

"Alex... I..." He seemed hurt, and upset. "I'm so sorry. I don't even know what to say. I want to help, but I just.... I don't know how. Is there anything I can do?"

"You don't have to say anything. It's not your sitiuation to try and help me." I said, standing my ground and regainning my strength. "Just tell me what city I'm in, and what year it is, so I can find a way to get home."

"Alex.." He sighed.

"Just tell me..." I hissed, and pointed the knife a little higher at him. 

"Damn it, Alex. Can you please put that thing down? I swear to god, I'm not going to hurt you!" He huffed. "It's December of 1975, and we're in Los Angeles, California." 
As the shock, and horror set in, I slid my back against the wall, until I was curled up into a little ball, on the floor. 

I started heaving, trying to slow my breath, and calm myself down. 
"How the fuck did I get to L.A?! Oh my god." I whispered to myself. 

"Where are you originally from?" He asked me, warily.

"New Jersey." I sighed, as the tears began to flow again. I had no way of getting home, other than hitch hiking, and I wasn't about to be kidnapped again. I knew how to hotwire cars, but I didn't want to add grand theft auto to the fact that I'm currently holding super star Steven Tyler at knife point. He could have my ass sued faster than I could think over all the information I just recieved. 

I heard loud footsteps running past the door, then all of a sudden, they stopped and turn around. The door handle jiggled for a moment, and then a loud banging sound came from the outside.