Kidnapped (Unrevised version)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Chelsea's POV

"How the hell do you do that!?" Drew asked.

Three o'clock had rolled around and we were bored. I thought I'd never be bored again, but now that I can do things, I don't know what to do. So I had my right leg hooked around my head and apparently "normal" people can't do that. I'm working on my left leg, but I have less than half way to go.

Drew sat down next to me and attempted to bring his leg over his head, not even getting close. "You're so great at this," I said sarcastically.

"You're the one who's freakishly flexible! Can you like stand up and put your leg over your head?"

I stood up and nodded. "Yeah, but I always have to lean on something. I usually leaned against the wall." The tall walls in the tiny "room"...

"I'll hold you up, just be flexible, freak," Drew joked snapping me out of my haunting thoughts.

My foot and hands met halfway behind my back and then I pulled my foot to my head, my toes touching my hair. Drew's hand was pressed against my stomach. He was as steady as a rock. My rock... Yeah, right. If only.

I let go of my foot and took a step backwards. My stomach instantly felt cold without the touch of Drew. "Impressive," Drew smiled.

"Your turn," I gave an evil grin.

"You wish!" Drew smirked.

"Okay, I wish you'd do it. Now do it!" I laughed.

"I'll make a deal with you."

"I'm listening." I crossed my arms trying to seem intimidating but I doubt that happened.

"You beat me in....a sit-up contest and I'll attempt to do your little ballerina pose."

I scrunched up my nose. "I'm not a ballerina, nor is that pose supposed to represent one. For the people who can do ballet, that's great, but that's so not me," I said. Drew chuckled. "But I'll take that bet. We should add something onto it though."

"You're right." Drew's eyes gleamed in excitement. "Loser has to..." An evil smirk plastered itself onto Drew's face. "...be the winners slave...sex slave."

I became a tomato face as I choked on my own spit. "Wh-what!?" I managed to say.

"I said you'll be my sex slave," Drew said nonchalantly like it wasn't the most ludicrous idea ever.

"No. Something else. And what makes you so sure you'll win?"

"I'm the sit up master. And fine, the loser cooks dinner for the winner." I like that bet better.

"Hope you're good at cooking, 'cause the "master's" about to become the student," my cocky side coming out.

"Oh, you're on!" Drew exclaimed.

TWO HOURS LATER

I feel like I'm going to puke, my stomachs burning, and my back aches. He really is good at sit ups, but I didn't think he'd last two flipping hours!

I can do this. Keep going. Up. Down. Up. Down. Come on, don't stop.

"Give it up, Stowens," Drew said between clenched teeth.

"In your dreams, Taylin."

Sweat beaded all over my, and I wish that I would have taken my sweatshirt off before hand. But I can't do that now.

The door unlocked and opened, scaring me half to death, but that didn't stop me. I don't like to loose.

Plus, I can't cook.

My mother appeared in living room with...a CAMERA CREW!? I thought Channel 4 wasn't coming until later!

Drew's eyes widened when he saw the camera crew and he jumped up and wiped the sweat off of his face. I jumped up after I realized I won. "I won! You've got to do the bet!" I shouted in excitement, forgetting the cameras were filming. Instantly, I fixed my hair and wiped off my sweat. "Sorry," I murmured.

"What bet? What's going on here?" The news reporter questioned, sticking the microphone in my face.

"Uh, we-" I pointed to Drew and I "had a bet going that whoever did sit-ups the longest would win. The loser has to cook dinner for the winner, and if he lost, he'd also have to attempt to do something," I explained nervously. The cameras were scaring me and if I wasn't already sweating, I for sure would be now. I could never act or sing in front of people. Millions of people watching? No thanks.

"Can we see this "something"?" The reported asked.

Drew said "No!" while I said "Yes!"

"Come on, you lost the bet," I coaxed. He gave me a death glare before trying to reach his leg. It didn't quite work and the next thing you know, he's on the ground while I laughed my buttocks off.

He got up and whispered so only I could hear, "We're having a rematch, you strong little freak." That caused me to giggle.

"So why don't we get onto your story, huh?" The reporter asked. I nodded nervously and took a seat on the couch in between my mom and Drew. "So what all happened?"

We basically told her the same story we told my parents last night. They left an hour later.

"Why the hell do you look like shit!?" My mom screamed once the door closed.

"Maybe because I've been abducted for five years?" I shot back. I couldn't help it. She's acting like everything's supposed to be fine when NEWSFLASH! It isn't.

"That's no excuse. Why aren't you wearing that dress?"

"I was in the middle of the bet and they weren't supposed to come until later!"

"I don't like your tone of voice young lady. Go to your room."

Are you fucking kidding me?

I slammed my door shut.

Where'd my mom go?

A/N

Hey guys! So, my best friend's grandma isn't doing well and I was wondering if you'd pray for her grandma and family? They could really use the prayers and support. Thanks so much! Please vote, comment, follow, message me :=) God bless!

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