All I never wanted

Part 4

I was walking around the basement nervously, making small and big steps alternately.

I had no idea how many minutes had passed since my kidnapper left me there, because I had no watch and he had stolen my cell phone. I realized he had somehow even managed to take away the bag with my new shirts without me noticing it. Sneaky bastard. I usually didn't swear, but these were extreme circumstances and I had every right to be angry.

What am I going to do? I whined over my destiny.

I decided to look around, even though I was pretty sure there were no possibilities to escape. The robber might be mean, but he was neither dumb nor reckless. He had probably made an excellent plan to prevent me from doing anything "stupid".

I really did feel stupid. I had managed to get myself kidnapped while shopping for jewelry and that wasn't something that many girls could say.

Why me? I thought desperately, but no matter how much I wished I could just return home - nothing happened. The feeling was frustrating.

I inspected the whole place. There were no windows and only one door, which was locked, exactly as I presumed.

"Fine, you win," I muttered bitterly and sat on an old dusty couch. Great, that's going to be my new bed.

I wondered what time it was. How long had I been missing? At least two hours must have passed, I thought to myself. Surely Beth and Claire had returned home and informed my parents about what happened. I tried to imagine what my mom said when she found out I wasn't coming home tonight. The thought alone broke my heart and I started sobbing and shaking. I loved my mother very much and I knew how much she would suffer.

I wanted to call her and tell her that I was alive and well, but I doubted the robber would ever agree. I could only hope that he'd let me go soon.

I thought about my two best friends. Were they together? What were they talking about? Had they called the police? A part of me hoped they did, because I didn't think the robber would fulfill his threats. I could be deadly wrong, though. Well, at least Beth doesn't like the guy anymore. I smiled sadly.

It was getting cold. I was wearing only a sleeveless shirt and jeans and I couldn't find a blanket anywhere.

I wondered when the kidnapper would be back, but I was afraid of that at the same time. For all I knew, he could bring me poisoned food. On the other hand, poisoned food was still better than no food at all. Besides, I couldn't stay poorly dressed like this for the rest of the day.

My stomach rumbled when I remembered I hadn't eaten in a long time. I laughed at the funny noise and became serious the next moment. Silence must be driving me crazy.

I lay down on my back and stared at the ceiling. It was yellowish and there were cobwebs everywhere. The robber had obviously been too busy to clean them. He had to come up with a good plan to rob the Rossetti's store. I wondered if that was as easy as it seemed. Probably not, but what did I know about that.

Why would somebody even become a robber? I'd only steal things if I were poor and he didn't seem poor. He had his own place, for God's sake! I came to the only possible conclusion - that he was mad.

The sound of key in the door made me wince. I quickly got up on my feet and hugged myself protectively to prepare for whatever was coming.

He kicked the door open and entered the room, carrying a big plastic bag. I relaxed a bit after I saw that he didn't have the gun, but I had to remind myself that he was much stronger and he could still beat me up.

"So you're still here," he commented jokingly. "It's not that scary, is it?"

I would roll my eyes if I dared to. I tried to hide my emotions, but it was hard and apparently he was a mind reader.

"I'm immature, you hate me, blah blah blah ... You know, one-sided conversations are boring."

Well, I have nothing to say to you. Except release me, you jerk!

I couldn't say that out loud, of course.

"Hungry? Cold?"

"Yes," I admitted quietly, almost embarassed that I spoke to him.

Luckily, he just rummaged through the bag in response. Maybe he realized his comments weren't amusing. How nice of him.

My mouth started watering as he took out a soup in a plastic containter, a bread roll and a bottle of water.

"There you go."

I carefully took a step closer and took them all. "Thank you."

We stood in silence for a moment. He was watching me and I was trying to avoid his gaze.

"Aren't you going to eat?" he asked with surprised voice.

"Well ... I don't have a spoon," I almost whispered back.

"Oh. I guess I forgot. I'll go get it."

"Thank you."

He laughed at me. "Are you always so polite?"

I nodded. Yes, that's what I was like. I was expressing gratitude to my kidnapper and I felt pathetic, but I couldn't help myself.

He shook his head and left. I prayed he would forget to lock the door, but it was a stupid wish and it didn't come true.

I put the food on the couch and examined it. Everything seemed okay. The warmth of the soup was tempting me to drink it directly from the container, but I refrained myself from doing it. It would look weird if I got caught.

I had to wait patiently, which was hard, considering that I was starving and there was food in front of me.

He returned with a spoon and a fluffy blue blanket. He handed them both to me and sat down on the couch. I realized he was going to stay there with me.

"Good apetite."

"Thank you," I almost choked.