Gone... ( A Jason McCann Love Story;Kidnapping)

" I promise," Chapter Five

'How long is a while?' I questioned myself.

~~~The Next Morning~~~

Hours. Upon HOURS, it took my to fall asleep. It had to be well after six in the morning before I could even think about closing my eyes in this Hell hole. The sun just started to peek on the tree line, when I could relax. When I did, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Or, well. At least for a little while. All the heaviness from... losing my dad, leaving my brother behind to move in with my mom, the stress of a new school, on the other side of the country, and out of nowhere! That Jason guy, had to take me away from everything. My everything. Everything. As cold as he seems and how much shit he scares out of me, I can't help but wonder bout him.

The sun raises shinning in my eyes makes me set up. ' Day two, of "awhile."' I whisper to myself. I wish I was home, with my mom, my new home. Only I could've said, Bye, to her... "Awhile," Jack's explanation stays in my mind. Repeating itself. I can't just sit here moping on what should have happened. I just can't wait here for him to come kill me. Suffocation, boredom, confusion, and claustrophobic is starting to get to me. Sitting here isn't getting me away where anyway, so I get up and head to the bathroom.

The young girl in the mirror doesn't look familiar. She look tried and worn out. Her long, blond waves for hair is tangled and crazed. Dark circles under her brown eyes. Poor girl. . . Turning towards the sink and try to wash my stress away, I let the warm water relax me. It wakes me up a bit at the contact of the pleasant warmth of the water. I had never changed into anything to sleep in last night, so I'm still wearing the cloths that Jack gave me. Their wrinkled and uncomfortably tight, but having nothing else to change into I leave them on.

Only Jack seems to be . . . I don't know. . good. He was the only one that showed me sympathy. The others, they're just not right.

But Jason. . .

' Is he the reason I'm here?' I shake the thought out of my mind. ' Why am I here?'

I can't hold it in anymore. I cry. And cry. And cry. I sit I the bathroom with my face in my hands. So many thoughts in my mind, ' What did I ever do to deserve this?- I lost Dad, now I've lost myself. And it's all because of him. . . . .'

The sound of a door opening stops my tears. ' Which door, to which room is it?' Terrified and shaking, I crawl behind the toilet. I try to fall silent, but the unnerving sound of my uneven breathing fills the air.

" Cameron?"

' Who is it?- I can't tell, but I know it's not Jack. He would have called me, Cam,'

" Hey, . . . Cameron? It's Caleb.... Where are you?" said Caleb.

I stay silent.

" Cameron. C'mon out. "

I shift my weight to my right hip and accidentally hit foot on the shower side, revealing my hiding place.

Caleb walks into the bathroom, his shadow casts right in front of me. He pulls the shower curtain open, seeing I'm not their. He looks around and spots me,

" Aye Camer-"

" Leave me alone!" I say, harsher then I intended it to be.

" What? No. Why are you crying?"

" I said, leave. Me. Alone...." I whisper loudly.

" Not until you till me what's up!"

I stay quiet for a minute. Not knowing how to explain it.