The following morning, Alex awoke to see that the girl still had her head on his chest. Only slightly disgusted by the touch, for once, he moved her off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying to stay as silent as possible so he wouldn’t wake the sleeping figure beside him. Since Jack was always awake before him, and always had breakfast prepared for the two of them, Alex trudged towards the kitchen, only to find it to be empty. A small bit of panic rose in his stomach, as he rushed towards the youngers room. Like the kitchen, it was empty.
And the panic began to worsen. Alex, with his obsessive nature, had made sure he checked every single room in the house, knowing that Jack wouldn’t be any of them.
Alex knew full well that Jack had left the night before, but he hadn’t returned at shit-o’clock as usual, so where the heck was he?
Nobody goes boozing out in the day and, to make matters worse, Jack had left him to deal with the girl all on his own. Alex suspected three things: Either Jack was passed out in an alley somewhere, he was dead, or this was one of his sick plans to torture Alex by leaving him alone with the girl; he wasn’t quite sure which one he believed more, if he was honest. And even though it was their first time keeping someone for more than day, Alex had read about stuff like this, he wasn’t stupid. The girl they were keeping would soon lose her sweet touch, there were different stages. She’d soon be angry with the pair, no matter who was sweeter or who was a total dick.
And that scared Alex, very much, actually, because with Jack gone, how the hell was he going to deal with the girl? He’d remembered releasing her from the handcuffs, what if she’d try to escape? Alex did not want to touch her anymore than he already had, he already felt filthy and had the familiar, aching urge to scrub himself raw in the scorching hot shower.
As if it was possible, Alex tried to shake the feeling and took a deep breath as a feeble attempt to calm the panicky feeling that was settling in his gut. He urged himself forward and made his way back towards the room the girl was being kept, noticing immediately that she was now awake and stretching her arms out, a mixture of relief, probably because it was Alex entering the room, rather than Jack, and anger on her face.
“Hey.” Alex muttered, leaning up against the doorframe and folding his arms across his chest. “Did you have a nice sleep?”
“As nice as a fucking captivate could’ve.” She snapped.
Alex was taken aback by the girl’s outburst, but he should’ve expected it, seeing as she was beginning to go through the stages of coping with her capture. He only sighed and acted as if her words had no effect on him and started talking again, “Would you, um, want anything to eat?” He asked, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.
Jamie rolled her eyes, “You don’t want me to starve now, do you?”
Alex drew in a sharp breath and shook his head, “Whatever. What do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
Alex scoffed, rather pissed off. He was already pissed enough with Jack, too pissed, in fact, to be dealing with little whiny shits like her. She was only going to add herself to the list of people Alex so desperately wanted to kill - A list that Jack had been on for a while.
“Listen, I won’t fucking give you anything in a minute.’’
Now it was Jamie’s turn to be shocked. She hadn’t expected Alex, the sweetest of her two kidnappers, to speak to her in such a way. It didn’t cause her anger to boil even more though, she just backed down and spoke in a quiet voice.
