I step inside the rustic looking shower, my body reeking. The shackles i'm in are done together allowing me some movement. I've already looked at every crevice of the room and banged on the door until one of my fists started bleeding. I've given up.
The water washes over me, the water not hot like I was hoping it to be. I run my fingers through my hair soaking it with water. I look around the shower, a small thing of shampoo and a bar of soap. I grab the shampoo squirting it on my hair, lathering my hair in the okay smelling shampoo, it's better than nothing. I rinse it out quickly then later my body in soap, washing the stench off.
Once the soap is gone I turn the water off, opening the curtain to see towels sitting on the floor now. I skeptically grab them, my senses on high, my fear still great. I wrap my hair in a towel and my body in a towel, stepping out of the shower onto the wood floor. Almost immediately after i'm out of the shower the door opens, the same man standing there. He grabs my hand shackles, no warning to me pulling me, my body almost falling to the floor.
I'm drug to another room where I'm pushed inside, the door closing and locking behind me. I stare at the door hoping it will open back up, but it doesn't. I turn back around, clenching the towel around me.
The room has a twin size bed, the bed surrounded in gross crumbled up news papers. The mattress has stains on it, also grossing me out greatly. Theres a closet dreesser, the closet not built into the wall.
I tremble slightly walking towards the closet, in hopes that there might be some clothing for me to wear. I reach out my arm shaking from fear and the tempeture of the room. I pull open one of the doors, clothes lining the inner closet. I grab at an item of clothing, unsure of what it is.
I look at the front, its a Guns N Roses tee shirt. It reminds me of one Josh wore on the fifth day with them.
"Pick a shirt!" I whine jokeingly at Josh.
"You pick a shirt!" He retorts poking my belly thats covered, by a shirt, his shirt to be exact.
"I do have a shirt you butt!" I reply wrapping my legs around one of his.
"Maybe i want to wear that shirt?" He says rasiing his brows looking down at my torso and back up.
"But I like this shirt." I put my face into a pout, trying to do my best pout face.
He grins at me as I pull him towards me, my legs around his right leg. He grabs my cheeks and places a light kiss on my lips.
"Fine!" He says dramiatically standing up, escaping from my leg wrap, walking towards his clothes bag. "I guess I'll just settle for this," he pauses digging around. "this guns n roses shirt." He sighs dramatically, a loud eruption of laughter coming from my throat.
As the memory finishes playing through my head theres a crashing sound, causing me to jump and fall back into the wall. After I steady myself against the wall, the room goes silent.
I quickly slide the shirt over my head, it lands about mid thigh. I need to find some type of underwear. I go back to the closet digging thriugh the drawers, the drawer filled with boxers. I sigh in relief at that. I slide those up my legs, letting the towel drop to the ground.
I move about the room, sitting against the corner of the room furthes from the door.
After a while of nothing the door knob starts moving around like someones trying to open it, not knowing its locked. It finally stops, the click of the lock retreating. I curl up as the door finally opens.
Someone walks in, not noticing me. I watch the person for a second before I accidentally hit my elbow on the wall, their eyes immediatly on me.
Thats when I see his face. My heart stops pouding as I push myself up from the ground. The look at me with shock in his features.
"Josh?" My voice cracks as I say his name.
"Abie?" He asks back.
As soon as the word leaves his mouth I swiftly move towards him, throwing my shackled arms around his neck hugging him tightly, his arms quickly after go around me. I take in his body heat, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his arms tightly around me.
I squeeze him to me, afraid that if I let go I will wake up from a dream. That he wont be here, and my heart will shatter.
He pulls back slightly, to where his eyes meet mine. My body tells me to grab his face but the other is screaming to not let go.
"Abigail," he whispers, eyes staring into mine watching every move my iris makes.
"You have to find a way out of here."
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