The Rider

The Only

"Do you ever think about me, cause I've been thinking about you forever." Frank Ocean
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It's cold..

That's the first thing I feel before separating my eyes. I feel restricted and tired. As soon as I open my eyes I'm met with a cement ground. I'm face flat on the ground and I'm in a basement?

I sit up and as I do I notice dry blood on my arm. My head and body are in pain from sleeping on the cold ground.

The basement is dark and dirty. There are spiders walking on the edges of the wall, an old mattress at the far end of the room and a bucket beside the door.

"What..." I mutter confused.

There's some light coming from the corner of the room and I get up to go look.

"Ahh..." I cry out in pain as I feel cold metal pulling on my ankle.

"Where am I?" I whisper to myself in a puzzled voice.

I bend down and try to break through the restraint on my left leg. It's tight around my ankle and its somehow connected to the wall next to me.

I let out a breathe of frustration and lay my back against the wall looking and look at the bugs walking across the room.

The first person that creeps into my mind is Luca. As much as I would like to blame him on this, deep down I know he has nothing to do with this.

I'm being kept captive.

I wonder where he is and does he even know I'm gone. Does he even care that I'm gone or maybe this is all him. He gave me his word that I should trust him and that we were in this together, maybe I shouldn't have. It's times like these in which I need Marco even though I have to erase him from my memory I can't help but still care for him. Maybe Luca was right, maybe I do love him and Becky.

I lower my eyes to my leg and I notice something blue written across the side of my thigh. I raise the shirt I'm wearing to look at it and as soon as I see it everything and anything that I've ever known comes tumbling down and I can't help but feel terrified.

R . MCKENZIE

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"I think we should all say a prayer of thanks, don't you think so Taylor?"

My heart is beating uncontrollably. My vision is slowly disappearing and I'm struggling to breathe. I've never felt so anxious and nervous. Goosebumps are covering my body and my limbs are too numb to move.

He's here. He actually found me.

I've been staring at my plate this whole time with no fight left in me. A tear slips down my face as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"I think I'll do the honours today. I am feeling a little blessed to be honest." He says laughing at the end.

He closes his eyes and I feel his patience slowly decreasing when I don't close my eyes.

I close my eyes and that's when he starts to pray.

"Dear Father for the food we are about to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen."

"Amen." I whisper in a broken voice.

We're sitting at a fancy dinner table with him sitting at my opposite end. He sent a man to fetch me and untied me so we could have this dinner.

He takes his fork and knife and dives into his meal without waiting or saying another word.

I can't. I don't have the energy to.