Tragedy

Chapter 5

The pain still roams my fragile body four days after the horrid beating. Harry has not spoken since me since our last encounter and I find myself kind of sad. Why hasn't he spoken to me? Maybe because I asked him why he was even in here if he didn't care? If he didn't care, then why was he asking? He is so confusing; he can not possibly like me. He kidnapped me for crying out loud.

I do not want to get up but my legs have fallen asleep and they feel as if they would fall off it I didn't. I cautiously grip the wall and begin to stand up. I wince at the pain. My legs feel like jello and my body feels as if I'd been attacked with a hundred bricks. I see light and I look up to see Harry coming in with something in his hands. That must be my breakfast. Why does he even feed me?

Harry walks over to me and sets down a muffin and a glass of milk on the ground. I've been here for a week now. Harry never fails to bring me a breakfast food accompanied by a glass of milk.  Does Violet know he brings me food? I'm sure she does. He surely wouldn't bring me anything if she didn't want him to. But, why would Violet want me to have food? She nearly beat me to death.

"Hey," I'm taken aback by the softness in his voice and it takes me a minute to process what he had said.

"What?"

He laughs, "I said hey."

"Oh, hey." I say. So, he speaks.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm better." I half-lie. I know I am getting better but it doesn't feel like it. He comes over to help me stand up. "Thanks," I tell him.

"You're welcome. So, you said Caroline was your sister's name?" No, I can't answer that. What if Violet walks in? Besides, I don't think I can talk about it yet. It's been two years but I'm not ready yet.

"I-I don't want to talk about it."

"C'mon, Valeri-"

"Don't call me Valerie!" I blurt out.

"I'm sorry. Please, Val. Violet is not here. She went out and she will be gone for at least two hours." He says. I still can't do it; I miss my sister too much. "Val, trust me." The fact that he called me Val makes me smile but I quickly wipe it away.

"Haha," I laugh. Why would I trust him? Does he forget how I got here? I guess I will have to remind him. "Do you remember why I am here in the first place? You, Harry. You took me! Why the hell would I trust you? You have given me no reason to."

"Val, you do not understand. I don't want this," What?

"What are you talking about?" I'm so confused.

"Val, trust me. I think this is just as wrong as you do," I want to interrupt and ask him why he did it if he thought it was wrong but I don't. I want to here what he has to say. "this is my job, Val. I'm trapped. I can't get out despite how badly I want to."

"What are you talking about?"

"Tell me your sister's name again, I can't remember it." Why does he want to know her name so badly?

"Ca-Caroline. Her name is- was Caroline." I finally get out.

He left the door cracked and I can see that his face went pale and he is now staring at me with wide eyes. "And what's her last name?" He asks me. Doesn't he already know enough?

"Olsen." I reply. I don't know why I'm telling him this but he seems desperate to know.

"Shit. I fucking knew it." His voice cracks and suddenly, I find myself feeling sorry for him. I feel sorry for my kidnapper.