my kidnapper is my savior. /Billie Joe Armstrong/ DISCONTINUED

|seventeen|

"don't panic, Evelynn. i'm not going to hurt you. not too bad."

what the actual fucking fuck. i'd rather him just hurt me and get it over with instead of this bullshit teen-romance suspense. 

i've been handcuffed to this bed for a total of five hours now. i know it doesn't seem that long, but i haven't had a pee break, any food, water, or cigarettes. 

i guess the worst part is just being left alone to stare at these four walls. 

and being stuck in my thoughts. 

i really miss my mom. i hope shes okay. 

is she looking for me? is she even trying to find me?

did she even noticed that i've been gone for a total of 3 weeks, 42 minutes, and 57 seconds?

i can't help but keep track of every little detail since i've been locked in this room, destined for my own sick mind to consume me alive.

i was quickly ripped out of my thoughts by the sound of a metal key being jammed into a metal doorknob.

just as quickly as i was ripped out of the street. out of my own abusive household. 

"time to eat." he said, after entering into the room. into my living hell.

he sat a plate of vile-looking meatloaf on the only table in the room before approaching my bedside, and uncuffing my hands. 

i stared him down intensely as he slowly walked to grab my food that looked like vomit.

"eat it. or you wont get a bathroom break, or a shower. or a cigarette."

"why the fuck should i trust that pile of horse shit? theres probably Anthrax buried inside of it." i should seriously give myself a filter. 

"listen the fuck up." he rubbed his temples in distress and sat beside me. "i know this isn't what you want. i know you want to go home. but it's too late. you're not going home. and im getting real goddamn tired of that mouth of yours. you're lucky its pretty, or it would've already been fed with Anthrax. so shut the fuck up, eat your motherfucking meatloaf, before you get a real taste of Anthrax."

i don't think i've ever taken him seriously before. i don't think i've ever been truly terrified of him before.

i guess there's a first for everything.

"yes Billie Joe." i choked out before looking down at the food in front of me, and attempting not to gag as i spooned it into my mouth. 

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 OKAY HI HELLO I KNOW I HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING REGULARLY AND ALL OF MY RECENT CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN INCREDIBLY SHORT AND EVEN THOUGH THIS ONE IS PROBABLY AWFUL IM SORTA PROUD OF THIS SHORT ASS CHAPTER.

im still having to write on my boyfriends computer and i've been so busy and tired and stressed from work i havent been as active as i used to be. but im off tomorrow and saturday and sunday so hopefully i can get a few good chapters out of my free time.

ALSO I JUST WANNA THANK YALL THAT ARE COMMENTING AND VOTING. YALL ARE GREAT AND YALL DESERVE A MEDAL FOR BEST READERS.