Undercover

26. A Dress for the Princess

I wasn't feeling any better the next day. If anything, it felt like I was going to die. My whole body was beyond sore and everything still hurt as much if not more than it had yesterday. I tried to look around but as always, darkness was the only thing that greeted me. However, I didn't hear his voice or any footsteps so I believed I was in the clear for a little while. I didn't know how long I was going to be here, but I hoped that Aiden was getting something to go with. I wasn't stupid. I knew that the more time passed between the time of abduction, the less likely it became for me to be found alive. All I wanted to do was survive this and go hug both of my siblings and never let them go.

I tried to move, but even the weight that I put on my arms was enough to make me want to cry. Maybe I wasn't strong enough and that was why I had been such an easy target. I don't even think there was a maybe in front of that sentence. I hadn't been strong enough. If I had been, I wouldn't be lying on the floor by myself wondering if I would ever see the light again.

I wanted to see Aiden again. I wanted to tell him that I had been a little stupid before. That I still loved him and if I hadn't said anything it was because I was scared that I would lose him again. I knew that it was such an insignificant reason, but after the first time that he left me, I was a complete mess. I felt like I wasn't me for a long while after. It felt like the only reason that I had been able to live was because he had been there. I didn't need him to live my life, but I couldn't overlook the fact that he had basically become an extension of myself. So when he left, it was as if a part of me had left with him too. I thought it would just be easy and better to just move on with my life, even if my heart had still belonged to him. After all, that's what I had been doing for the past four years. Sure, it wasn't all pink roses and honey all the time, but I could do it. I'd probably still feel the same pain, because knowing me, I would have still kept his stuff and then I would have looked at it every once in a while. And I'd probably cry and reminisce but that was something that I could live with. Now that I knew that he was alive and well, and still here, I just didn't know what to do. I guess though, that it's better to tell them now than to never tell them at all. Because as of now, I was really regretting my decision of trying to keep him at arm's length. If I didn't make it out of here alive, which was a growing possibility, there was no doubt in my mind that he would blame himself. I didn't want him to go through that.

I basically crawled from here to the chair, spitting out a cuss word as I went. That was the better option to screaming in pain. I think my leg hit something metal, but I didn't feel the pain with it. I lifted my hand to my leg and felt a rectangular form in there. I had my phone on me. Holy shit!! How do you forget that you have your phone on you? Granted, I had been hit many times and it probably didn't work anymore. My question is how the hell didn't they feel it? It's very in your face there. I mean, the rest of my leg is soft and shit, and then this one part that seems to be in a rectangular form is just sticking out. Maybe it was because the lighting was so bad? But I honestly didn't know how to explain it. In all honesty, I doubted that I would get any service here, but I knew that if I could get it out and try, there would be a chance that it could get me out of here. I also had to be careful, since there could be the danger of it exploding on me or something. I've read the horror stories. Doesn't seem like fun to me. I guess if it hadn't exploded on me yet, I was okay. The other thing was that I had to make sure that Daniels didn't see me with it. If he did catch me with a phone, I'm sure he would probably kill me on the spot, without warning and then he would probably leave me possibly on the bench that had always been my favorite. I didn't know where else. Maybe he would go to a specific site that Aiden knew or something. The point was that it was going to be bad news for me either way. Hopefully, the phone still worked. I didn't even need it to call anyone. I have the app that lets your family and friends know where you are. If I could somehow get that to work, and granted, assuming that the screen was fine and that it wasn't completely broken. I could possibly give them my location. I needed to think this through. I was alone right now, but the thing with him was that he was sneaky.