Kidnapped (Unrevised version)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Drew's POV

"Ugh," I groaned. Killer-ass headache. I rubbed my eyes and once I opened them it felt like I had been punched in the gut. It wasn't a nightmare, and Chelsea in a pool of blood really is real. I crawled over to her and untied the shirts that were around her. Her cut looked like it had finally stopped bleeding. Thank, God. I need to save her. For Z.

"Chelsea. Chelsea, wake up," I gently shook her.

She slowly opened her eyes. "Drew?"

A small smile made it's way onto my lips. "Yeah, it's me."

"Are you okay? What happened?" She asked all concerned.

"I'm fine-"

"But your face," Chelsea cut me off.

Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. "I'm fine," I repeated. "You shouldn't even be worrying about me. Look at you. How are you feeling?"

She really has me worrying. Her face is pale. She must have lost a lot of blood. "I'm fine," she lied and tried to roll over and sit up but failed miserably.

"Here," I said softly and slid my arms around her and flipped her around and sat her on my lap careful not to touch her cut.

"Thanks," she blushed. She looked up at me and it looked like she got punched in the gut this time. "I'm so sorry! This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to be taken down here with me. You were just supposed to get me free. Now your in this whole mess too. I'm so sorry." A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks.

"No, no, it's fine," I wiped away her tears. "I didn't want you to get hurt. I said I'd protect you and obviously I didn't. If anything, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You didn't do this to me. And you tried. It's alright Drew," she smiled a sleepy smile. Her eyelids started to droop. Turning sideways in my lap, she laid her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. I wrapped my arms around her trying to keep her warm. After all, she only had a bra on plus she gave up a lot of blood. I gave in to my drowsiness and leaned my head against the wall as my eyelids slid shut.

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I woke up to Chelsea screaming bloody murder. "What! What? Chelsea, are you okay?" I searched her bloodshot eyes. She pointed a shaking finger to the corner of this so-called "room". My eyes followed in the direction she was pointing and I couldn't help but let out a scream.

Aunt Jane's plump lifeless body lay in the corner. I didn't like her but I didn't want her to die. I could see the bullet hole where her heart is. I can't believe Uncle Mark would kill his wife.

We need to get to get out of here.

"Shh, Chelsea, shh. You don't want him coming down here," I whispered. Her hazel eyes stared into mine as I calmed her down. I stroked her red hair, whispering soothing words.

Chelsea's POV

Drew's lips tickled my ear after he calmed me down. I can't believe there's a dead lady in the corner. "We need to come up with a plan to get out of here." I nodded my head yes, locking my eyes with his bright blue ones. He shook his black, flippy hair out of his face etched in concentration.

I looked down and realized that Drew was shirtless. It's been five years since I saw a guy my age and I'm sure glad it's Drew. Damn, he looks...mmm... His abs are so-delicious looking. I found my self wanting to trace his torso with my hand. I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from.

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Before falling back to sleep we came up with a plan. God, please please please let it work. Please. I can't do this anymore.

I curled up against Drew's chest and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me. One around my waist and the other one securely wrapped around my shoulder. "We'll get through this," Drew whispered before I let sleep take me over for the rest of the night.

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