09: How Long?
I screamed. Loud. Hard. Full terror. For no reason. But for all the reasons in the world. I just needed to scream. Luke... stared at me. Nothing had changed there. I wasn't sure how he was so good at deciphering a physical problem to a mental problem. I finally began staring back at him.
"How long?" I muttered. My throat hurt. He cocked his head in question but he knew exactly what I meant. I was angry. "How long have I been in the God – forsaken place?" I yelled, begrudgingly giving him what he wanted. He hesitated and for the first time, seemed unsure. But then tore his eyes from where they had retreated and angled them back at me.
"This is your fifth day." I looked away from him. I closed my eyes. I cried. Once I came to terms with the fact that I wasn't even interested in trying to stop the water from coming out, I tried to find my voice again.
"Five days and I don't even know why I'm here." I whimpered to him. He knew I was asking a question.
"I don't have all the answers."
"Of course you do! You don't just randomly decide to kidnap someone as they're walking home from a friend's house."
"You aren't ready."
"I may not be ready for the answers but if all you're going to have me do while I'm here is sit on this bed and let you stare at me then I'm leaving." He chuckled. Then laughed. And didn't stop for a while. I glared at him questioningly.
"You're leaving, eh?" He asked through a chuckle. "Honey, I'm the one in control." He flashed a grin at me. I glowered at him. I was weak. I was tired. And I didn't know how I would hold up. But I had gone this far and I refused to back down at this point. There was nothing better to do. I crawled off the bed and stood. Staring at him the whole time. He cocked his eyebrows. I turned and made my way to the door. "That didn't work too well last time." He reminded me. His voice was chilled. Angry. And I felt him stand up from his chair. But he didn't make a move on me.
"That was last time." The door opened but it wasn't my doing.
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