Another You // Alan Ashby {discontinued}

Chapter 6

A week passed since the incident and Jacklyne began to see less and less of her captor, who seemed to be taking desperate measures to prevent himself from coming face to face with the girl. He had installed one of those dog flaps in her door so he wouldn’t have to enter the room when giving her food, which was a rare occurrence. It was as if starving the girl was his way of getting revenge or better yet punishing her for how she reacted when he kissed her. It was a cruel tactic at that, but it was working. The first few days that she saw him pass her room during the times of day when she would usually be fed, she remained silent in protest, but after that it wasn’t uncommon that she would begin pleading for food, pounding on the wooden door to make him aware of her discomfort. The man was sick enough, so all that she was doing to try to get him to treat her properly had the potential to set him off even more. He could be feeding off of what she was doing, which caused then caused him to continue on with what he was he was doing as if it was some sadistic addiction - one that neither of them knew when he was going to break, if he ever was.

Jacklyne wanted it to be sooner rather than later, rightfully so, however. It was causing her to suffer and was overall effecting her well being. There was no doubt in her mind that she had most likely lost some weight, but that was the least of her concerns at this point. The only thing she cared about was the fact that she was closer to the brink of insanity, hating the way that she was still locked in between the four walls surrounding her. She couldn’t bring herself to watch television, considering that would make it appear that she was comfortable there. If that was the cause, Alan would most likely never let her leave. So she had to rebel against that, make it obvious that she was uncomfortable even if her mental health was at stake. She was constantly getting lost in her thoughts, over thinking for hours at end.

The only thing that remained the same day by day was the fact that Alan slid a small tray of food through the slot at the same exact time, as if he had some sort of mental schedule that ruled his life. It didn’t surprise the girl - in order to make sure that a kidnapping go unnoticed you had to have everything planned out to a T. You had to know your time schedule, when to expect people coming over, when you knew when you were going to be out. Everything had to be perfect to make sure that he wasn’t found out.

Jacklyne propped herself up against the pillows after she had retrieved the tray of food - all of which was in extremely small proportions. Mac and cheese was crammed into a rinsed out container of yogurt and there were two chicken nuggets to go along with it. Not much, but as expected, the girl would take what she could get. Food was food, and it was very obvious to her that if she complained to slightest that he was underfeeding her, he would throw a fit and lessen the amount she was given all together. That was a risk that she wasn’t willing to take.

It was obvious that her captor cared for her, given the affective that was the kiss that they shared the previous week, but his current actions proved anything but that. Maybe he was ignoring her because he didn’t want to admit the feelings that he oh so obviously had towards her, wanted to spend as much time away from the girl so that he could to make sure that what he was feeling towards her wasn’t real. Jacklyne just hoped that he would give in and realize that she couldn’t be ignored if her life was at stake.

That day came a lot faster than she expected, however, when around one time that one would usually eat dinner, Jacklyne heard the mechanical clicks of the door being unlocked, before it slammed against the wall, revealing the ginger male. “Look who finally showed up.” The girl seethed in his direction, pressing herself against the bed frame as she sat up and folded her arms across the chest. In return, all she got was a simple eyeroll.

“If that’s how you’re going to act, then I’m assuming that you don’t want to find out what I have for you.” Alan chirped, sitting at the edge of the bed with his arms behind his back.

To say that Jacklyne was scared to find out what he had would be an understatement. Her captor was extremely unexpected and reckless, that became very obvious to her after living with him for a little under a month. But the look in his eyes seemed just to be urging her to question what he had, so she did so, bracing herself for the worst.

Slowly, the other began to move his arms from behind him and showed the girl what he had. In his grip was a small black kitten. Before Jacklyne could even question what the hell he was up to, he began speaking himself. “Happy birthday, Jacklyne.” He smiled a toothy grin after that. “I’m sorry for ignoring you and all, and I hope this makes up for all that.”

“It’s not my birthday.” She stated firmly.

“Sure it is! I’d never forget your birthday.” Alan’s happy behavior never seemed to falter, even though she had straight up denied his attempt to try to change every aspect of her life. First her name, and now her birthday as well as the way that she dressed. Everything was in his control, and there was nothing that she could do to attempt to try to take that power away from him.

There was no use arguing with the male - Jacklyne didn’t want to set him off, because even having spent so much time with him over the course of the past couple weeks she wasn’t fully aware of what he was capable, and frankly she didn’t want to find out. So instead of provoking him she was going to try her best to go along with everything that he had planned and everything that he told her was right. “Okay, Alan.” She sighed, making grabby hands at the cat before it was handed to her. She cuddled it close to her chest as if protecting it from the other, as if the presence of him alone was going to corrupt it, if that was even possible.

“So what are you going to name it?” Alan asked finally, breaking the silence between the two of them.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” The girl returned, watching as the other simply nodded before pushing himself to his feet, muttering something about how he will be back later with food. And with that, he was gone.  

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A/N: wow this chapter is boring as hell i'm sorry. also sorry for not updating in like 2 months oops i've been busy i guess. so ya enjoy