Kidnapped

Chapter 25

(Lucy's POV)

We arrive at the large house. The outside is plain, just a yard and driveway like every other house. When we enter, I'm shocked by the interior. The walls are a beige color and the floors are a dark oak wood color.

We all file in and Jason is still standing behind me protectively. I haven't made up my mind yet as to where I'm going to stay. I don't know if I want to stay at the group home, or with Jason. I'll have to decide soon.

The girls and their family and friends all go to find rooms I assume. I head straight for the kitchen. After a few moments of searching for glasses, I find them in a cabinet next to the refrigerator. I pull on down and fill it with water from the faucet.

I gulp it down as Jason rubs my back. I'm sick of this. I shove Jason off of me and go to search for a room. I can't stay with Jason. Not if he's going to pity me.

I leave Jason in the kitchen confused and find my way around the unfamiliar environment. As I realize that all of the rooms are on the second level, I start to ascend the staircase.

There are rooms going down a long hallway and what seems to be rooms leading into rooms.

I choose a door that's open and walk inside. It's a decent size and has its own bathroom. I shut the door and look around. The drapes are a sky blue and the bed sheets are white. The dressers are black and the room just fits together so perfectly.

I open the bathroom and look around. There's a bathtub and a shower and a double sink with black granite counter tops. When I look inside of the cabinets, they're fully stocked with towels, rags, and much more. I leave to look at the closet.

The closet is the same as the bathroom, fully stocked. I sift through the clothes not looking for anything in particular. I leave the room to check out the rest of the house.

It's quiet with shuffling inside of some of the rooms. I go to descend the steps and Jason is coming up. "What the hell happened back there?" His tone is harsh and it makes me flinch.

He realizes his tone and sighs. "I'm sorry."

"I think you should go," I state.

"What?" He snaps.

"You really need to go. I want to stay here and I just don't feel like being anywhere near you right now," My voice is soft, but demanding.

He's slightly scaring me to be honest. He's never treated me this way and I'm not really liking it. He huffs and stomps down the steps. The door slams and I jump. Why is he suddenly so mad?

I hear a shuffle behind me and I know that the girls are watching. I turn around slightly before continuing down the steps.

I see that the families and friends have gone and so have the officers. I look out the window while going down the steps. As I suspected, there's a police car outside watching the house.

At least we know it's safe. I finish descending the steps and find my way around. After a few minutes, I memorize where all of the rooms are.

When I come back into the living room, everyone is sitting down on the couches whispering. The immediately stop when I walk in the room.

"Thanks for making it obvious that you're talking about me."

"No, not you. Jason," Mandy says.

"Oh, can we please not talk about him? I don't know what's gotten into him." They nod and I let them know I'm going upstairs.

I find my room and shut the door. Jason, Luke, his accomplices, it's all too much for me.

My breath seems to have left me. I'm having a hard time catching it and I can feel tears pricking my eyes.