I wake up, hearing slight shuffling and feeling arms wrapped around me. I opened my eyes to see a sleeping Matthew next to me. He looked so peaceful and happy. Reality floods my mind. A wave of sadness crashes over me. I can't be with him, he's my kidnapper.
I try to slide out of bed without waking him up but I feel his arms tighten and pull me closer to him. I try again but I can't even move anymore. His arms are placed really tightly around my waist, constricting me uncomfortably. I feel panicked and I feel trapped. I just want to get up and feel free.
"Matt." I groan trying to wake him up. He doesn't move.
"Matt." I groan louder. He then shuffles in the sheets.
"Matt!" I yell. He shoots up in bed. He looks at me confused yet I can tell that he isn't too happy. I get out of the bed and walk over to the bathroom. I brush me teeth and turn the shower on. I take off my clothes and walk over to the glass shower door. I step in and feel the hot water pound my skin. I water droplets roll down my back as I wash myself.
I step out, after my long shower. I wrap a towel around my body and brush my long hair out. I look in the mirror and dread the though of anyone seeing me. I look through the drawers and find a hair products. I get out the hair dryer and dry my hair.
After the long and tiring task of drying my hair, I brush my hair again, and stand up, readjusting the towel, making it tight around my body. I open the bathroom door slightly, peeking to see if there were any boys in my room. Once I see that the coast is clear, I open the door fully and walk over to my massive closet and pick out something to wear. I select a simple white crop top, that says "hello there" in black cursive, with a pair of black leggings. I go into the bathroom and change and then walk out of my room, down the staircase and into the kitchen.
The kitchen was empty, the sofa was fluffed, and the house was quiet. No sign of the boys.
I could run. I could save myself. But what if I get caught. That would be horrific. But what if I get away. Far away. But I don't want to run. If I run, where do I go? I can't go home, then will find me. I can't get help from the police because the police can't do shit. If I ran away and told the police, what would happen the boys? I don't want to run. For some weird reason, i feel comfortable around these boys, but I shouldn't. I don't know how to explain it but I don't wanna run. I thought to myself. I have made my decision. It's up to me and I don't know if I made the right one. I guess we will have to find out. I walk over to the sofa and turn on the tv. The news channel was on. I don't care much for the news, so I looked through the the guide. I could still hear the sound, but I didn't pay much attention, until it said, "Important local news" and I closed the guide to allow my attention to be consumed by the news story.
"We have missing persons case that is being investigated. This is Olivia Brown. She is a 17 year old senior who went missing just a few days ago. She was last seen at her school and her parents say that they are not aware of her whereabouts. If you have any information regarding this young lady, please call the number at the bottom of the screen. "
And that's when it hit me, I have made the wrong decision. I decided to stay. I wish I had taken that opportunity when I had the chance. But I know that I can't do anything now, I hear a car door close and I assume that it is one of the boys.
I quickly change the channel to some random show. As if they would know what I just experienced, but I would have to act cool, and not make them suspicious. I turn off the tv quickly and speed walk upstairs. I finally reach the top stair and turn the corner, before hearing the door open and close, well more like slam. I tiptoe over to my room and lay down in bed. I just wanna think.
I shouldn't like these boys, I should hate them. I should fill with rage when I see them. I should want to bash their faces in. I should want to tell the police, but the weird thing is, I don't want to. I want to be with them, more than I want to be with my own family. Even though they can be mean and horrible. I don't think that they had bad intentions and they have taken more care of me than my parents ever have.
I hear glass shatter on the floor downstairs. I jump up in bed and hear "WHAT THE FUCK!" Yelled loudly and I can feel the rage in every word. It's Cam. He is home and I'm alone with him... Great!
I walk downstairs to see a bottle of vodka smashed on the floor. I could tell it was empty because vodka didn't surround the bottle. I look up and my eyes meet with the bloodshot eyes of Cameron. He was drunk and maybe high too. I wait for him to speak.
"Clean that up slut!" He orders turning to walk out of the room.
"What? Did you just call me a slut?" I ask getting angry now.
"Yep." He says popping the 'p'. "Now clean it up. And do yourself a favor and shut your mouth.
I stand there in shock. I must've spoke too soon. Everyone was nice, except Cam.
He laughs in an evil way before exiting the room, leaving me there, in shock, to clean up his mess.
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A/N
Hey I'm sorry if this book is confusing. Everyone I go to write, something changes which contradicts something else. So I'm sorry if you're confused. Also, I have been getting much feed back so if you're reading this. Tell me what you think of the book.
