Mistake

Chapter Six

I wake up in some sort of shed. Its definitely man made, but it has a rustic feel to it. The walls are made out of local wood and the flooring is mostly compacted dirt with cheap rugs that still have clearance tags from some generic brand. The room seemed to be square-shaped, about twice the size of my cave. The space was filled with furniture you would normally find at a garage sale.

There was a small, blue desk with a lamp. An old tv with a bent hanger as an antenna, positioned in front of a ratty couch with coffee stains. I was seated at a card table, surrounded by four mis-matched chairs. I'm was seated in an antique rocking chair, all my limbs tied with a thick, rough rope. Panicking, I feel through my body and search for pain. My hands are sore from being tied to the back of chair, wrists are nearly raw from rubbing against the rope. My legs are tied to the legs of chair, my good leg tied around the ankle and the bad one about mid-calf. There's a lump on my head, but I can't really tell how big it is. Its about halfway from my left ear to the back my head. My bag with all my worldly possesions and walking stick are in the corner by the desk. I try to scoot with the chair, but the chair only moves an inch and is very creaky.

I suddenly look back at the couch, sensing a person where I hadn't before. Since the couch had been facing toward the TV and away from me, I had not seen the boy sleeping on it. He walks toward the table sleepily and sits down across from me. He does not say a word, won't even look at me. He focuses on something behind me, the only place I can't see.

As much as I try, I can't turn around to see what he's looking at. I look down and rope is also wrapped around my chest, tied the back of the chair. I look around for some sort of mirror so I can see whatever's behind me. I spot the TV and discover that behind me is the entrance to the shed. The door is white with a doggy door and a window. The window is made from a traslucent glass, and I can't tell what's on the other side.

The boy is still quiet; I can barely hear him breathing. I open my mouth, thinking that maybe he wants me to speak first. His eyes dart from the door and he glares at me with annoyance. Needless to say, I shut up pretty quickly. I was dozing off as I heard heavy panting. Confused, I look to the boy. Why would he be panting? But no, no he hadn't moved an inch. I hear a scraping noise join the panting and look to the TV just in time to spot a huge, white dog squeeze through the doggy door. I would've thought it was some small species of polar bear, if it wasn't for its giant, wagging tail. It jumps landing its two front feet on the arm of my chairr and sniffs me like a bush. Apparently, I pass the test and it starts licking my face.

"Lucy, down girl!" the boy yells.  I jump, surprised partly that the boy spoke, and partly how such a introvert could know such a rambuctious dog. The dog sits down and wiggles, trying to break its obediance to get up. She looks at me with big brown eyes and actually find myself wanting to pet her. I shake the feeling off and remind myself that I'm a cat person. Her ears perk up and she looks at the door.

The room is quiet again and I find myself staring at the TV. Lady waltzes through the doggy door, with her tail held high like she owns the place. I give her my dirtiest look and mouth 'traitor'. The dog goes to give her a greeting, but she squeezes away. She leaps onto a chair, and then the table, out of the dog's reach.

Lucy looks disappointed, but the expression soon leaves her face. She goes over and lies down at the boy's feet. Looking up, I find the boy staring at me. The expression on his face is a mix of business and curiosty. He 'ahems' and starts to speak.

"You're probably wondering why you're here," he says, as he gets up and walks over to the desk. He pulls out a few sheets of paper. He comes back and sets them on the desk. I start to agree with him again, but he death glares me again.

"When I was a little boy, all I wanted to be is a police officer. My father was one, and his father. My parents..didn't want me to be in the force. Maybe it was because I was an only child, but both cringed at the thought of me in danger. My dad's cop friends trained me when my parents weren't looking, and I was good. They were all rooting for me. Last year, on my fifteenth birthday, I got a call. I answered, and a woman told me that she had been observing. She knew I wanted to be a cop, and that she had a little bit of practice for me. There was a girl living in the woods by her house, and she wanted her out. I didn't know the lady, and tried to say thanks but no thanks. Then she turn nasty. Started threatening me and stuff, saying stuff like, 'I know where you live" and "You'll never be able to escape me". I'm not proud of it, but I accepted. She told me details, and honestly, she sounds a bit possessed.", he leans his forearms on the table and whispers, "I was hired to kidnap you for the sum of $5000. I have done, er, research and you don't seem to have any obvious enemies. Or relations. This lady, she wants you bad. Before I take you to her, can you tell me why she might want you so bad?"