Stolen

Regretting The Choice

The next day I woke up to the smell of bacon, along with a massive headache.
I slowly went out in the living room and plopped on the couch.
Justin sat next to me, "Goodmorming." He said loudly with a smile.
I grabbed my head in pain, "Ugh! My head! Shut up and be quite!" I moaned.
Justin just got up laughing.
Next thing I know someone is handing me medicine and a drink. I look up and see it's Eli.
"Hurry up and take it before I put it up." He said annoyed, but I could tell he didn't mean it.
I took the medicine and the drink, "Thank you Eli." I said softly smiling.
"Whatever." Eli said walking back into the kitchen.
"Brooke," I heard Anthony's sweet and gentle voice say from the kitchen, "breakfast is ready."
I nodded and walked over to the kitchen and fixed my plate and began eating quietly.
Eli started laughing, "Did Justin did you that drunk? Damn lightweight."
"Shut the fuck up Eli, knowing her she probably never drank before. Cut her some slack." Anthony said snapping at Eli, but he did it softly since he knew I had a bad hangover.
Eli took his breakfast and left.
Anthony and I were eating quietly in the kitchen, "Oh Justin had us take your dog back, he wants your parents think she ran away for a little bit." He said breaking the not so awkward silence.
I nodded my head, "That's fine." I stopped eating and looked down, "Did you see my parents?" I asked softly, voice full of sadness.
Anthony sighed, "Yeah... They miss you... Your mom was crying, your dad was on the phone getting mad." He paused, "Colby was there as well. He was pacing back and forth. He looked worried..."
He looked over at me and I didn't do anything while tears threatened to fall.
"I'm so sorry Brooke..." Anthony spoke to me in a sincere voice. I could tell he truly meant he was sorry.
Without saying a word I got up and went back into my room. I got in bed and curled up in a ball, holding a pillow tight to my chest as I cried silently.
I miss my family so much, and I know I miss Colby, but not as much as I thought I would.
I want to go home, I don't want to stay here anymore I thought as I cried into the pillow.
"Brooke..." I heard Anthony's voice call to me softly through the door.
I didn't say anything.
The door slowly opened them shut. He didn't say anything, but next thing I know is I'm being wrapped in his arms.
I clung onto him burying my head in his chest crying.
"Shhh... Shhh... It's going to be ok Brooklyn... I'm going to make it ok..." he said rubbing my back, lately all the guys have been calling my Brooke, and hardly Brooklyn, which is fine, but whenever they say my real name it hurts, and I've been noticing that Anthony calls me Brooklyn more when I'm upset or something.
"I wanna go home!" I cried out. "I don't want to stay here! I regret not leaving this hell when I had the choice!"
"I know you do Brooklyn. I'm going to find a way to get you back home. I promise. I'll get you out of here..." Anthony promised me in a whisper.
I knew there wasn't a way for me to leave. Well there was, I could either wait until Angel is tired of chasing after me, or unless I die...
All I know is I want out.
I want to go home. I'm tired of being here, away from my family. I hate that I have to be here with the people that kidnapped me, and I hate myself even more for getting close to him...