Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 9

It's been a week since Andy attacked me and I already feel a lot better. Andy has been pretty nice to me for the last few days. Apparently he's not as bad as he seemed at first.

Unfortunately the boys don't trust me enough to let me out of the room. So I've been stuck in Rye's room for days now and I've got a lot of energy in my body, so I've been feeling extremely jumpy. I keep throwing pillows at the wall to keep me entertained.

I'm about to throw another pillow, when the door suddenly opens. Rye smirks. "Hey, Mikey, am I interrupting something?"

"Yes," I answer sarcastically. "Now, go away."

He gives me a worried look. "Are you okay, Mikey? You seem a bit distant... Are you sick?"

I laugh. "Of course I feel sick! I'm not getting any sunlight at all and I can hardly move in this small room."

"It's pretty big, actually..."

"Not if you have to stay in here every night and day!" I say angrily. "I don't want to be here anymore. I hate this place!"

Rye looks a bit hurt. "I thought you liked sharing a room with me. You seemed kind of happy, but I guess you weren't..."

"Of course I'm not happy!" I cry. "I - I feel homesick. I just want to go home."

"You know we can't let you," Rye says.

"No, I don't!" I say. "You haven't even told me why I'm here in the first place!"

He sighs. "I will talk to the others about giving you a bigger room okay? I'll see what I can do."

I angrily bury my nails in my skin and look away. "Just leave me alone," I hiss.

"Mikey-"

"Go away!" I scream and throw the pillow at his face.

He gives me a sad look, but then finally goes away. I sigh in relief. I was afraid he was never going to leave me alone. I don't really like being alone, but I just don't want to see their faces right now. They just make me miss my father even more.

I let my head rest on my hands and stare at the door to make sure nobody is coming in without me knowing it. Eventually I get tired and fall asleep.

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When I wake up the next morning, Rye is lying next to me, snorring loudly. I smile at him. Seeing him like this, I feel pretty bad about screaming at him yesterday morning. He didn't deserve that.

I carefully get out of bed, trying not to wake him up and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. When I'm done, I wrap a towel around my waist and look at myself in the mirror.

My hair is becoming pretty long. I was supposed to have my hair cut the day after I was kidnapped. But yeah... Like I said, I was kidnapped, so my hair still isn't cut.

When I walk back inside the room, the bed is empty. Rye must have gone to the kitchen to make breakfast or something. I open the doors to his wardrobe to see what I can wear. I'm about to grab one of his black sweaters, when I hear someone come in.

"Hey Mikey, what do you- Woah... You're just wearing a towel..."

I turn around and see Rye staring down at my body. I laugh. "Like what you see?"

Rye blushes. "Uh... No, I just... Didn't know you had a tattoo," he says, touching the rose that's tattooed on my chest.

"Yeah, nobody knows actually," I say. "I never told my dad, because I was afraid he would be angry at me if he knew."

"But why a rose?" Rye asks curiously. "Does it have a meaning or something?"

I swallow awkwardly. "Uh... Yeah, my mom passed away when I was 7 years old. Ten years later, when I was 17, I decided I wanted something to remember her, something I could always carry with me," I explain. "Her name was Rose, so I decided to have a rose tattooed on my chest."

"That's beautiful," he whispers, touching the rose again.

I smile. "Happy you like it..."

He stares at me for a while, but eventually looks away. "Uh... Yeah, you were looking for clothes, I guess?" he asks and I nod in response. He searches through his clothes and hands me a sweater and black skinny jeans. "You're a bit smaller than I am, so I hope this fits you..."

"Thanks," I say. "I'll try it on to see if it's okay."

"I'm going to make is some breakfast," Rye says. "See you in ten minutes." He leaves the room and locks the door, leaving me alone again.

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That was the most uniteresting chapter I've written so far. Hope you still like it.

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