Loving To The Touch

chapter 28

Adjusting my vision to the tiny light bulb hanging from the ceiling above me I laied still for moments just to process what exactly had happened and where the hell I ended up. Concluding on the idea that Mitch had knocked me out and kidnapped me was the only thing I knew so fare.

Looking around at the brick jail cell like walls my eyebrows drew together as my eyes took in my surrounding. A cot lay in one corner of the compact room along with a toilet and small sink in the opposite direction. Pipes ran across the back wall traveling to wherever their destination might be.

Closing my eyes and dropping my head back down onto the cot with a loud creak from the springs, I couldn't believe it. I want my mom.

"Glad to see you finally woke up." The cheerful tone of Mitch's voice stated through the bared door of the room.

When I didn't reply and just let out a quite sigh we sat in silence for a while.

"Mitch, I want to go home." I said calmly not even sparing him a glance.

"You are home! Can't you understand that?" He shouted letting his temper show clearly.

I flinched back at his loud statement as a tear glided slowly down the side of my face and landed on the blankets beneath me. The gingle of several keys clanging together caught my attention, but my eyes still remained closed due the knowledge that when I look at him I would break.

Hearing his footsteps edging closer by the millisecond my muscles tensed up and my eyelids tighter shielding me from his appearance. If I can't see him, them he can't see me. That's how it works doesn't it.

"Please don't cry. I just want us to be like we were." He said softly stroking the side if my cheek and brushing away the stray tear.

Flinching away from his touch, I just wanted to go home, and get as far away from Mitch as possible. He back away slowly and let out another statement," You need to eat something to regain your strength."

Staying put on the cot I didn't bother to move at all. Hearing his footsteps growing farther away in the distance, I finally had the courage to open my eyes. The tears that were stuck inside were let free along with a loud sob that actually made me jump from the difference in sound waves. Wiping away the tears with the sleeve of my jacket that I was in fact still wearing, my face was left blotchy and red.

...

Days had probably passed by now and I hadn't eaten anything that he'd given me. My stomach was growling and my face was stained from all the tears. When he cane by today, I went back to closing my eyes and laying completely still.

"Get up." He ordered sternly.

I remained still.

"Get. UP!" He said angrily.

Finally I decided to get up. When I did however, I stumbled a bit from laying down for so long.

"Eat. You need to regain your strength. Once you are done I'll let you upstairs. If your good." He added while shoving a tray of mashed potatoes, baked beans, and some kind of meat through the bars of the door.

I think I'm in shock.

Picking up the plate of food, I only ate the potatoes because everything else looked absolutely repulsive. Pushing the tray through the bars, I sat back on the cot and buried my head in my cross arms. The giggle of Mitch's key ring woke me up from my little nap. The door was opened and there he stood.

"I'm giving you one chance. If you messy it up then back in here you'll go." He directed motioning for me to come to him.

As the bed creaked from lack of weight, I made my way to Micth on the other side of the door. I only have one chance to escape, so I'm gonna us it wisely.