Never to be Seen

Chapter 4

I sank down on the mattress and started to think. I wanted to get out of this room and my mind was still cloudy from all the chloroform. I needed to figure out what to do so I decided to simply open the door.

I walked over the door and as my hand rested on the cold metal of the knob, the slightest glimmer of hope raced through me. Maybe I could go home or find help.

I quickly turned the doorknob and tried to pull it back but it wouldn't budge. I tried 2 more times but the door stayed in place.

Of course it was locked.

I was shocked that I was locked in a room with nothing but a desk and water.

Reality came crashing down upon me and I started pounding on the door but it was no use.

The door stayed shut.

I sank down as a single tear drop rolled down my cheek. I really had been kidnapped. I was trapped in a room with no way of getting out.

The beating in my head had grew to an incredibly painful pounding. Fresh tears began rolling down my cheeks faster as I thought about being stuck here forever.

Not being able to see my friends ever again, not being able to see my grandmother ever again.

My grandmother. She must be worried sick about me. This thought only caused me to cry even harder until I was fully bawling. Sobs racked my body as the door opened again.

I looked up astonished to see the same guy again. He looked down at my tear stained face and for a second I thought he was coming for me. Instead, he put down a plate on the desk.

As he was walking back towards the door, he looked back at me and it was almost as if he had a guilty look on his face and his eyes were looking like an even lighter shade of hazel. Before I could even stop staring at his eyes, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. I heard a click right outside the door and I knew I was locked inside for sure.

I looked at the plate he had just brought and saw some sort of sandwich sitting on it. I picked it up but put it back down, I was far too upset to eat. It still irked me that this guy who left a painful mark on my wrist was the same guy who had just brought me food a and water with such a distraught look in his eyes.

I sat on the floor and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe I would never be able to go home. A few more desperate tears slipped out of the corners of my eyes as I leaned my head back attempting to fall asleep.

I woke up an hour or two later to see a man sitting in the opposite end of the room staring at me. I was slightly taken back as my eyesight adjusted and I saw it was the same guy who chased me the night of the party. I slowly stood up, suddenly not wanting to be alone in the same room as a guy who had kidnapped me.

I took steps backwards as far away from him as possible. I felt his intense gaze on me, it felt as if his hazel eyes were burning into me.

"Make sure you don't open that door and make sure you don't go downstairs." He told me with a serious expression. His jaw tensed and his eyes suddenly became a dark shade of brown.

I noticed how his eyes changed color yet they never lost their sparkle. His eyes were always glimmering even in the littlest light. They were always such deep shades of hazel or brown it was easy to get lost into them.

I stared at him for a minute not saying anything.

When he realized I wasn't going to respond he got up and walked towards the door. He looked at me.

"Just make sure you don't open this door." He told me.

"Zayn!" A deep voice called and this snapped the guy back to reality as he hastily stepped out of the room.