Waking up in Prison

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My head hurt as if someone had whacked me with a metal bat.

I groaned, my body ached all over, I couldn't find a place that didn't hurt. Everything was stiff. Normally people wake up complaining that they slept on their arm wrong or something like that. Well, It felt like I slept on everything wrong. The ground was hard and cold which didn't make me feel any better .

Slowly I opened my eyes. I was in a cell. I shivered, it was cold, the horrible lighting didn't help either. There was just enough to I could see outlines of the cell bars and a little bit of the hallway. I attempted to get into a sitting position but failed, I felt weak and useless.

Trying to get my bearings, I struggled to remember what had happened. I remembered walking home and thinking about the stalker, they were acting weird. And then I remember feeling scared. And then... Nothing. That must have been when whoever brought me here knocked me out or something.

I wondered how long I had been here, when my captors would come and who they were. My stomach felt like it was eating itself. I wondered if they'd give me food. I needed that and probably water because I felt dizzy when I tried again to sit up.

I cursed Maxon for making me go through this. It was all his fault. Why couldn't he be like the brothers in the movies I would watch with Mrs. Brooks? They were always nice and supportive and protected their younger siblings. Oh, and none of them were gambling alcoholics that left their younger sister to fend for herself! I wanted a trade. 

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After what felt like hours, but probably wasn't, I was interrupted from my thoughts by footsteps coming closer to my cell. I had managed to get myself up so that I was sitting against a wall, feeling a bit better after moving around even just a little.

When the person got to my cell I was blinded by a bright light coming from some kind of LED lantern. Covering my eyes, I watched the person who I assumed was some sort of guard, opened a small slot near the floor and pushed in a tray of food and a glass of water.

I didn't move. Mostly because I knew it would hurt and I didn't want the guard to see me struggle in pain. The guard's face showed nothing when he saw that I was awake and left after he delivered the food.

Once he left I began a slow awkward crawl and shuffle towards the tray. When the light had shown on it before, I noticed with mixed emotions that food looked a lot more edible than the lunch at school, which is what I had been expecting.

On the tray were half a loaf of some sort of bread and a styrofoam cup with what looked like beef stew. A flimsy plastic spoon was placed next to the cup along with a napkin. The water came in another styrofoam cup that was slightly larger than the one that held the soup.

I ate quickly, leaving nothing behind. I figured I probably should have tried to save a bit of the bread and the water, but I couldn't stop.  

I crawled back to the corner of the cell and sat in silence, letting my mind wander.

I figured that I shouldn't be expecting someone to come and rescue me. With my brother gone there was no one home to spread the alarm. The school would probably notice all my unexcused absences and end up calling the police after finding no one home at my house. I doubted the police would be able to find me.

I thought that maybe I could convince them that my brother would never pay them the money. But I quickly diminished the thought. That was the only thing I had right now, they might kill me if they no longer needed me.

I started to try to imagine Maxon's reaction when he found out I was missing. I laughed a bit, tears building up, thinking he'd be too drunk to care, to high to even remember the next day. Maybe he'd start to tear up when he realized my financial aid wouldn't be there to buy his drinks anymore.

That left me with my decision that there was no one out there who cared enough to help me. I was on my own and need to find my own way out. With that in mind, I went to sleep, a part of me hoping I was wrong.


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Thanks for reading my new chapter! I'm hoping I'll be able to update more often, now that I have an easier class schedule. I'm aiming to update about once every two weeks, at the minimum. Thanks again for reading and feel free to comment on any mistakes I made!

~Lucelia = )

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