He Saved Me

| T W E N T Y| TOO LATE

| T W E N T Y| Too late

I can't see anything. It's completely dark. I can't move my hands. There's something around them. It feels like a handcuff.

Oh my god!

I'm handcuffed on a bed. I wiggle around and try to get myself free.

"Easy, darling. I don't want you to hurt yourself before the fun begins." A hear a familiar voice.

Oh my god!

20 HOURS EARLIER!

I'm sitting in a diner off the interstate. I want to go back.

I want to be with Ashton.

I want to be with my family.

I've been gone for three hours and I have a million missed calls and texts from everyone; including the police department. I didn't even know they called people. I need someone to talk to about this. Anyone. But I know I can't. My family's life is on the line. More than mine and I can't let them get hurt.

"Paislee? Is that you?" A familiar voice comes up behind me.

I look over my shoulder to see Jasper.

His smile fades into a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

Am I okay? I have no clue.

I try to speak but my mouth is dry from crying I just shake my head.

He walks to the counter and orders something.

I look out the window and wonder what Ashton is doing right now. Is he upset? I don't want him to be upset. I want him to be pissed. I want him to hate my guts. It would be easier.

"Paislee, please drink the water. Your lips are very cracked and you look like you're about to faint." I hear Jasper's voice snap me out of my thoughts.

I lift the glass and take a big gulp. It has a bitter taste. Damn this water sucks.

I look at Jasper and he has a small smile on his face. "Feel better?"

"No." I snap. "Do I look like a fucking feel better? What kind of fucked up question is that?"

His eyes go wide and he frowns.

"I'm sorry." I sigh. "I just have a lot of shit going on."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks.

"I-I can't." I frown.

We sit in silence for a few minutes.

"Do you want to go somewhere?" He asks. Is he hitting on me?

"Uhm, not really." I tell him and his face goes hard. "I-I have to use the ladies room."

I slide out of the booth and lose my balance a little. He's already at my side helping me like he knew I was going to fall. Why do I feel so uneasy?

"I got it." I sigh and make my way to the restroom.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. I look terrible. More than terrible actually. Makeup is all over my face and I have red blotches everywhere. My eyes are bloodshot.

I look like a raccoon who just smoked crack.

My head spins and I try to grab the sink, but it's too late.

NOW!

Oh my God!

It can't be.

He was so nice to me.

The blindfold is removed from my eyes and a bright light seeps through.

I open my eyes to find him staring at me.

"You." I cry. "Why? Is that why you were so nice? To fucking kidnap me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!" I scream at the top of my lungs hoping someone will hear.

"Calm down!" He shouts. "I had to bring you here."

"Why?" I sob.

"You look like her, baby." He laughs.