KIDNAPPED - 5SOS

Chapter 5

Rebeccas P.O.V

I woke up lying on something, or should I say someone. The person was breathing calmly, but the head was facing the floor so all I could see was hair, blonde hair everywhere. Judging by the broad shoulders and the jaw structure could I easily tell this was a guy. But there is this thing, I don't know anyone who looked like this. And why were I laying on top of a stranger?

No, something here isn't really right. First of all are we not lying on a bed. sofa or something like that we were on the floor. And the floor didn't even look close to clean. This isn't even a proper room. it looked way more like a prison. Well, maybe not like a prison but the room didn't have any windows, and only had a small hole out on the wall very high up very close to the roof in the room to provide with light.

The walls weren't plain at all and had a dirty gray color. The only furniture in here were tons old and different kinds of pieces of furniture, and a good number of trashed ones. I would easily count to at least five couches and about ten TVs. But there weren't any outlets what I could find so it wouldn't be any idea to set it all up in here.

The door was very different, it wasn't an old school door this. It was gray I'd say a lighter color than the walls and looked a lot nicer as well. Just like the door recently had been replaced. It seemed to have a very high tech lock system, almost like the ones you could see on TV to make sure people wouldn't be able to get out.

The silence in the room was killing me, it felt like I could hear my heartbeat and even my blood rushing. And when I listened closer could I also hear the sound of several clocks ticking. Since the clocks came from everywhere I basically had to start somewhere.

I decided to got of the body of the person I was laying on top of and started the clock hunting. And one by one I loosened the battery and if that wasn't possible would I just take them out to make the clocks stop ticking.

One of the clocks I was working on fell out of my hands and with a loud sound created something that could scare away a wild animal. Honestly, I did not have a clue of what was going to happen. I was afraid, frightened and horrified. Mix them all up together you have the reaction that I had when the guy who I woke up on top of, woke up and started making sounds.

We shared a small moment. A moment of silence just looking at each other, examining each others faces. But it didn't take to long for him to recognize me but I still looked just as confused. It looked like he was waiting on me to react the same way as he did but he probably ran out of patient when he opened his mouth,

"Wait you don't know who I am" He said and got up from the ground to get closer to me. When he said it he seemed sad and frustrated. Just looking at him skipping his way through all the trash and other things it would make me laugh hysterically, except in this situation. Being serious right at that moment was my first priority, mainly because this stranger knew more about what was going on that I did.

"Should I know who you are." I asked him that to see how he would react on my respond. If he would laugh, get worried or just angry, But he just looked at me blankly, maybe trying to think about a way to explain to me who he is. Or who knows I might just have lost my memory.

"You know your new temporary neighbours?" my face stayed the same and I just stayed looking at him.

"The guy that go lost that you helped get back, Calum you know? I'm his friend."

He looked down at his hands instead of looking up at me in a way to keep himself occupied. Probably so he wouldn't have to face me as I stood there trying to put a name to the face.

"And your name is?"

"Luke"

He stated that quickly and faster changed the topic to the biggest question of the day:

"Where are we?"

Why exactly would I know where we would be somewhere and why would it cross his mind that I would bring him along on this lovely trip to this beautiful location, hence the sarcasm.

"I don't know, I was about to ask you that."

"I thought you might know since I assumed you grew up here."

"Yeah. and all kids hang-out in these underground storage rooms together with strangers without knowing how to get the hell out of there."

That could have come out harsher than expected but asking such a question, is this boy even real. He looked around in the room before a sudden realization struck his face, and he just walked towards the closest wall next to a sofa and glided down the wall and put his head in his hands. His head started shaking more and more and his whole body all started shaking.

"No, no, no..."

That was all that came out of his mouth repeatedly, not clearly understandable at first but his pattern of it just remained the same. This is just great, now I have a crying boy next to me. What am I supposed to say or do for the matter affect.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it" he started and I gave him a look of confusion and for him to continue to explain.

"I heard it when it happened and I really tried to stop it and they were huge and they wouldn't let you go and when I saw the scar on your head I got a bit carried away.."

Of a natural reaction did I lift my hand towards my forehead where I just until now hadn't noticed how it had been pulsing. He told me directions on where the scar was while he just sat on the sofa all disappointed in himself. The scar had already dried out but left some dried blood across my forehead and I examined it through the reflection of a TV.

The story basically continued and ended with him thrown in a van. Who is this stranger willing to do this to a stranger. He even added the bit when he stood by the door waiting on Calum and that was when he first saw me and told me and I quote "it's hard to forget at face like that" . But that just made things awkward so I just made him to tell me more about him to get of that emotional topic.

And apparently is he one of the guitarists in this up and coming punk-rock-pop-band from Sydney, the fact that he was Australian wasn't hard to figure out because that accent. Calum and his other two friends, Michael and Ashton are his band mates. And they're currently here in Los Angeles as one of their places where they'd be staying while writing their songs, but in the suburbs to get away from unnecessary fan mobs.

Living the life I see.