Hostage

Hostage (2)

His lips kept playing against mine, making my head spin, and I was losing concentration. Everything in my mind was completely gone now. When I knew I wouldn't be able to take it anymore he finally pulled away. I felt his hands reach behind me, to put his arms around my waist, keeping our bodies close. I was lost in his gaze, staring into his big beautiful brown eyes set nicely at that innocent face on the head of one hot sixteen year old. I couldn't deny that I found myself reaching up to put my arms around his neck, wanting more. "That's what you want. Me. You desire to have me, your body aches to be with mine. You can't hide that from me." his voice made me snap back to attention. I looked at him, trying to think of something to say, to prove that wrong, but I only felt my face go red to his advantage. "I can give you that though. I'll only need one thing in return." Anything. My heart screamed it but my head refused otherwise.

Here I was with this guy that I gave my heart to for three years, someone who made me feel special, like I had a purpose and a reason to live. Cheesy, I know. Like a sick love story, but that was true. Was, key word there. But I knew already what he wanted. I remembered suddenly all of his friends in junior high, mainly eighth grade as my senses began to come back. I had absolutely hated his friends, and I wouldn't doubt the things they have done. Drugs, sex, juvi, and he was heading for all those next if not already. He may have totally ditched me, hurt me, broke me, but I can't let something bad happen to him. I still cared about. I know I'm stupid, sue me. When you've loved someone, and get into a situation like this tell me it's not easy. "No." I said and he stared at me confused.

"What?" He seemed to haven't been able to hear me. Or acted like it.

"I said no. I won't help you." I took in a deep breath, trying to push myself away, remembering I was up against a wall.

"Think about what your giving up."

I had to stifle a laugh. "I like what I'm getting by refusing better."

He stared at me for a moment. "What is that?"

"You alive." I smirked. He only continued to stare at me.

"But why not have me alive, with you, forever." he whispered, pushing himself against me again to kiss me. I felt I had to humor him a little. Besides I had always wanted to do this. I pulled my arms tighter around my neck, having him as close as possible at the moment, deepening the kiss. I think the surprisingly he enjoyed himself, rather then acting. He licked my lower lip, and bit at it eagerly and I tried not to laugh. I gave in to him, still smiling letting him explore. But then I stopped, my eyes shooting wide open. I blinked a few times, still kissing him, but something wasn't right. The taste from him...it was. I suddenly felt sick. I had been wrong. Right now, he had some sort of drug in his system at this moment. Who knows how much. I had been playing with fire. I think he had finally noticed the change in me and stopped, pulling away from me. He studied my shocked expression for a moment, clearly taking it all the wrong way. "I told you. You want me and you can't deny that. Just help me out Lex, it's not that hard." I was full of pure curiosity at this point.

"What do I have do to?" I said in a soft voice, wondering if he heard me. He did and started leading me down the hall, arm still firmly on my waist. As we turned to the kitchen I glanced over at the living room. I couldn't see far in but I could see and hear the loud TV and a game system stretching out form it. Figures. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Ricky who stopped dead in the kitchen.

"Where is it." I heard a low growl come from, and he didn't look at me.

"Where is...where is what?" I said, feeling terror rush through me. He turned and pushed past me, going towards the living room. I heard the voices clearly, but I couldn't really depict what they said. Seconds later he was back again, glaring at me with hate filled in his eyes. Everything about him from moments before was suddenly gone, and he was like a totally different person. "You took it. You took my bag. What did you do with it." I gulped, suddenly remembering the bags with the drugs in it.

"They....they're....g...gone." I stammered, dragging my feet backwards away from him and I clearly could see the anger boiling through him. Everything happened fast then. I felt something hit me hard a sting moments later. I fell back blinding completely but too afraid to look otherwise. I heard feet moving quickly, someone said fuck, and maybe some more cussing and yelling. I just pushed myself into the far corner of the kitchen, against a pile of junk between the freezer and the table, my upper body hunched over on my side half under the table. I drained the sound from my head, and just covered it with my arms. It seemed like forever until silence finally really did invade the room. I hoped I was alone, that they were gone. That they were all gone. Unfortunately I heard feet shuffling. First awkwardly, then moving what seemed like towards me. I tried to burrow myself even more, but that was impossible. I heard a voice, I don't know who's, or what they said. After a minute, I felt arms around me and the ground was gone. I refused to open my eyes, and look at any of them. Maybe it wasn't them. Maybe someone had came to rescue me from this nightmare. The air never got colder, meaning we stayed inside the house, making me get more sick with fear. Moments later I felt something soft beneath me. I turned my head and kept it against whatever it was, and it was warm. I heard the voices again, still unable to make them out. After a minute or two I could hear my name. It was Alex. I turned my head slowly and opened my eyes. He seemed relieved that I finally opened my eyes and was sitting on the edge of the bed. I could see Tyler standing beside him.

"Lexi! Are you alright, please tell me your alright." Alex said frantically. He looked nervous, rather than scared.

I nodded my head slowly. My face hurt, my throat hurt, my wrists. "What...what happened." I said in a hoarse voice. I barely understood what I had said, before I started choking. Both stared at me, a bit hurt expressions on their faces.

"What did you do with the drugs?" I looked up at Tyler who was giving me a fierce stare. I gulped looking back down again.

"Bathroom." I whispered, still aching.

"ALEXIS! I told you to be good. He could kill you for crying out loud. He's a crack head. Why would you do something like that?" I looked back at Alex with a hurt expression.

"I didn't think he had any then." I said, before I started choking again. "What happened?" I asked again when the gags stopped.

"when he found out that you got rid of them he hit you. You probably tried to get away, and we came then. You had your eyes closed, and he grabbed your wrists, pulling you to him, and he started choking you. We got him off and out of the house. He probably won't be back for awhile." I felt sick listening to everything Alex said. Ricky, did that to me? The Ricky I knew since sixth grade? The innocent kid I knew who you never even think about hitting a girl, let alone choking one? My hand went to my throat, as I ran my numb fingers over the tender skin. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. Everything a health teacher, an adult, or anyone tells you about drugs is true. It really changes a person, and that person is then highly dangerous. I began shaking uncontrollably, and felt Alex's arms wrap around me. Drugs. They've destroyed my friend.

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(C)MakiTokito 2009