Kidnapped

Chapter 20

(Lucy's POV)

I run out of ammo and sigh. When I look at the target, it's mutilated. I frown deeper. Nothing seems to help. The gun did give me a sense of security, but being raped, tortured, and experiencing near death, it does something to you.

I leave the standing range and go over to Jason. He looks slightly worried, but I'm not really concerned about his problems right now. Ouch, that sounded mean, even in my head.

I close my eyes and sigh quietly before ushering Jason to come with me.

We leave the damned place and head over to a food joint. We were seated in a booth and we waited for the waiter. The Applebee's guy takes our order and walks away.

Placing my head in my hands, I can practically feel Jason's frown burning into me. I keep my eyes low and try to focus on something. My mind is set on going back to school, but I don't know how people will treat me. I'm basically an adult now, so being there would be weird. Well without my high school degree, I can't go to a good college.

People will pity me most likely and talk about me in whispers. My head throbs at the wretched thought. When people feel pity towards me, it makes me uncomfortable because I can handle myself. I survived, right? No one should be concerned with my health.

There you have it. Lucy McMillan watching out for others when I need it most. I have the worst headache ever when the waiter comes back with our food. Jason and I start to eat in silence.

I don't think Jason really knows what to say. Obviously he's never been in this type of situation. I wouldn't know what to say, either. I'm worried about him being worried about me. With him being focused on me, he won't get things done for himself.

I'm worried about the other girls, too. The ones who have survived for so long. The ones who fought and fought, yet some still lost. The battle they're fighting is immense. They couldn't possibly survive much longer without food and water. They helped me get through most of this. These girls are important to me.

What if the police don't find them? What would happen then? They would surely die. I shiver at the thought of them all starving to death. My stomach is in knots and that's when I realize I haven't eaten anything. All I've done is pick at my food.

When Jason lifts his head, he's ready to say something, but I shove some food in my mouth. I can hear him sigh quietly before turning back to his food.

That seems like something we'll be doing often. Sighing. My heart sinks when I realize that this is all my fault. If I would have just stayed away from Luke in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess.

My life is a wreck. One could only hope that life could get better. I really hope this could be put past me. Maybe one day when I think about it, it won't hurt as bad. Luke's trial is coming soon and I'll have to end up testifying against him. If the girls end up getting found, then they'll have to testify, too. I don't really know how I feel about this.

After I finish eating what I can, I look up at Jason. He's just getting done. He takes our trays to the trash can and I stand to leave. When Jason reaches the door, I push it open and walk to the car.

Jason gets into the passenger seat and I get in the driver's. We speed away from the store and back to Jason's place.

"If your grandparents are still there, what do you want to do?" Jason asked, peering out the window.

"I guess just let them stay. I don't really want to leave your place if that's okay..." I trail.

He nods, "Yeah, of course that's okay. Your grandparents can either go home, or can sleep in the guest room. Whatever works." Jason is looking at me now and so many emotions are clear in his eyes. Fear, worry, hurt, love, hatred (Probably towards Luke), and so many more. It sort of frightens me when someone holds so much inside.

"Okay." I know I shouldn't just leave him like this with short answers. I just can't bring myself to continue a full conversation. Not yet.

We arrive at Jason's. When we walk through the door, we're met with the sound of the television on. "Grandma? Grandpa?" I call through the house.

"Dear, is that you?" my grandma calls. No it's a fucking deer. I close my eyes and think for a minute before responding.

"Hey, Grandma, Grandpa." I say when they round the corner.

They embrace me in a long hug before we leave and enter the kitchen. I start to look through the cabinets for something we can cook later.

"Honey, why don't we go out tonight? Jason, Grandpa, you and I can all go to a nice restaurant of your choosing." She smiled at me and I can't help but smile back.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." We all agree. Jason suggested we go watch a movie, so that's what we decided to do. I scroll through Netflix searching for something that will be good to watch.

I stop in the horror section and look through them. "The Possession" is what I stop on and select. After Jason reads the description, he looks at me uneasily, "Are you sure?" he questions.

I nod. I need something to take my mind off of this, and scary movies are my favorite thing. We start the movie and I snuggle closer to Jason.

I watch as my grandmother laces her finger with my grandpa's. He gently rubs her hand and wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. I smile softly at them.

I turn back to the television and the movie is starting.

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Hey guys! I'm going to update again soon. Maybe today, maybe not. This was more of a filler chapter and I'm sorry about dialogue not coming until towards the ending. I hope you like this chapter!