One Rose

The Kidnapper

I opened my eyes and rubbed them softly. I must have been dreaming because I was in a bed with baby blue sheets. I got up off the bed and stood on the brown carpet. I looked down and saw I wasn’t in my dress anymore; I was in a navy blue T-shirt and my underwear.

          Sighing, I turned back to the bed and jumped. I managed to escape a soft scream when I saw a boy laying there asleep. He looked about my age maybe a little older. His dirty blonde hair covered his pale face. I squinted at his body resting and hit my thigh. Where was the dagger?

          I wondered around his bedroom, it wasn’t very big but it was beautiful. The walls where a light blue that matched the bed sheets. He had paintings all around the room, and no windows. I looked back at the bed and he was no longer there. Did he just leave without making a sound? I spotted a door, no I spotted three. Which one gets me out of here? I decided to pick the one next to the bed. I slowly opened the door and there he was… naked.

          I covered my eyes and stepped back from the door. “Dude, are you serious?!”

“Sorry, just forgot to grab these…” He stated while reaching for his boxers on the wood dresser.

“Did you not see me standing here? Why would you come out like that if you knew I was up and walking around?” my tone angry and it made him flinch.

“Sorry, to be honest I kind of forgot you where here.” He said in a soft deep tone. He must have finished getting dressed because he came up and uncovered my eyes. “No more nakedness, I promise.”

          His smile reached all the way to his bright blue eyes. He still had hold of my arms and I pulled away slightly. “Who are you? Why did you take me?”

          His blue eyes didn’t look so bright then and he sat down on the bed. “My name is Jacob, and aren’t you glad I took you? If I hadn’t you would be man slaughter by now.” He fell back onto the bed putting the pillow over his face. I couldn’t help but notice him. He had a perfect body that was uncovered except for the boxers. He was one of those people you just couldn’t keep your eyes off of.

          He sat up just in time to catch me admiring him. “Um, do you want to take a shower?”

          I gave him a frightful look and stepped back a little. “With you?!” my voice muttered but he laughed.

“Of course not,” His voice sounded calm as he came toward me and took hold of my waste, “I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice whispered, and then he pulled back and pulled me toward the bathroom. “Here you go,” he handed me a towel then shut the door behind him. I was finally alone.

          The bathroom was painted a light brown color with a white bathroom set. I took a look around till I spotted the shower. I ran my fingers over the plastic shower curtain. I stepped in feeling relief that I would be able to see if anyone walked in. I turned the handle to be welcomed by the warmness of the water.

          Each drop of water soaked into my skin making me feel warm inside and out. The water traveled down to my hand, making it cramp up and leave a burning feeling in my arm. He must have poisoned me and made me take a shower to slowly kill me. I screamed hoping the pain would go away but it didn’t.

          Through the plastic curtain I could see Jacob come through the door. I was sitting on the bottom of the bathtub when he yanked the curtain over. “What did you do to me?” I said in a low whisper. He ignored me and wrapped the green towel around me. He tried to pick me up of the ground but failed and fell under the water with me. He muttered something as he picked his body up taking mine with him.

          We left the bedroom and walked down two flights of stairs. The stairs were wood and each one creaked under Jacob’s bare feet. The stairs ended to a little living room. There was a teenager sitting on the couch reading a book. She turned her head when she heard Jacob come down the last stair.

“What happened?” Asked the girl as she threw her book down and stood to her feet.

“I don’t know, she was taking a shower and just started screaming. Take a look at her hand.”  He explained.

          He sat me on the couch and went into the other room. The girl looked at my hand. My stomach flipped as I saw my black hand. It looked dead but I could still feel the burning feeling. It looked like my hand had been caught on fire.

          Jacob walked out of the room with a glass of water. He put the glass to my lips and I drank it slowly while the girl examined my hand. When she touched the spot where the thorn had been I screamed and water flew everywhere. Jacob dropped the glass and it shattered on the wooden floor, but he didn’t seem to care. He took hold of my good hand and put a shot into my wrist. I felt dizzy but the burning had finally stopped. My hand went cold and I fell asleep looking into Jacob’s calm blue eyes.

          “Get away!” I tried to scream but my throat wouldn’t dare. He came closer, walking on my own blood. Every step closer caused my body to ache. He just laughed that dark, evil laugh. Each laugh caused my body to get weaker and weaker.

          I woke up still laying on the black leather couch. The girl was still beside me smiling brightly at me. “Well, good almost morning!” She exclaimed cheerfully.

“How long was I out?” I asked holding my head in my hands.

“Oh,” she thought about it, “just about three days.”

I blinked in disbelief. “Three days?” I couldn’t believe it.

          She stood off the couch and let out her hand. I grabbed it trying to stand up straight. She helped by slightly lifting me and walking me to the stairs.

“My name’s Megan, but everyone calls me Meg. Your still really weak,” Meg turned her head to the only window, frowned, and pushing me up the stairs. “You need some sleep doll.” 

          A sigh escaped from me as we reached the top of the stairs in front of a cream colored door. Meg twisted the knob opening it slowly to reveal a sleeping Jacob. I could barely see him in the dark room.

“Do you have another room?” I whispered making sure not to wake him,

“I’m afraid not,” She gave me a slight smile gently pushing me into the room. The door closed behind me.

          Silently I walked to the queen sized bed and lay down facing Jacob. I spent the next hour staring at his sleeping figure. Here I was in the middle of no where with people I don’t know. The worst part is that I’m going to let my guard down lying beside some guy I didn’t even know. I wonder what my father would think. Would he be proud that I’m still alive? Or think I’m stupid for still sitting around here? Well, alive or not I’m going to get myself killed. The weird part is I’m not afraid.