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Darkness //Chaper 5

I woke up in a room I've never been in, my vision still being vague. My wrist was also hurting, and when I go to look at it I am handcuffed to the bedstand. My head pounds in pain as I groan.

  I take the hand that is not cuffed to the bed and reach to try to find my phone, but it is nowhere to be found. I roll off the bed and hit the ground enough to twist my wrist that was stuck to the bed.

  "Shit! Someone help!" I yelled.

  About a half a minute later a familiar face came in the room, the same one from last night, "Jason! Help please I-"

  "Shh." He cut my off, "About time you woke up I was worrying about you." He took out a key and unlocked me from the cuffs.

    I rubbed my wrist in pain, "Where am I? This isn't your house is it? My dad is going to-"

   "I said shh." He covered my mouth with his hand, "Ask questions later, is your wrist okay?" He went to go grab my hand to check it, but I pulled it back.

   "Yes it is fine, now tell me where we are." I demanded.

  "We are in the middle of nowhere." He answered with a smile.

  I sat back on the bed, as he sat beside me, "Seriously, Jason where are we?"

  He chuckled, "Hours away from your home. I know that."

   "Why am I here?" I asked, "I want to go home."

   "I'm sorry, but I can't do that, and your here cause we brought you here." He smiled.

   "Jason, what the hell?! I need to get home! Who is we?"

   "We, as in Cameron, Aiden, and I. We brought you here because you need to be protected." He answered, "Believe it or not, you don't even know your own life." He stood.

  "Of course I know my own life. It's my own body, now take me home." I started to get pissed. You can't just tell me the answers I want then tell me I don't know my life, cause hello it's my own life that I live.

  "I can't do that."  He shook his head, "I'm sorry."

   I swung at his face in frustration, but he caught my punch and pulled me to the ground, "Strike one" he said as he dragged me to the door, "Stand up." He demanded. His voice was more strict and it was a bit deeper.

   "I'm not a slave." I snarled as I got up.

   He opened the bedroom door, "Never said you were."   

  He then led me to what seemed like a maze and down some stairs into a kitchen. He gave me a plate of some pancakes and sat down, "Eat up."

   "I'm not eating till you bring me home." I crossed my arms.

   "Fine you will go home-" He said.

   "Really?!" I sat up.

  "-In a month or two." He smirked and followed by a chuckle.

   I slouched down, "Fuck you."

   "Anytime, sweetheart." He winked, "Now I bet you have a lot of questions, if you don't want to eat then ask them now." 
  
     "Apparently how don't I know my own life?" I ask crossing my arms.

   He sighed, "I will tell you that later, your not ready to hear it now."

   "What?! Just tell me!" I yelled, but he shook his head no, "Fine, why am I here?"

   "Because if not, you could die." He smiled, "Now, there are three rules here." Why is he smiling so much about this? Is this all a joke?

   "And they are?" I was getting super annoyed by this kid.