Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 47 - Acknowledge My Daily Parkour

Chapter 47 - Acknowledge My Daily Parkour

I didn't sleep that night.

The scene of Jordan being so damaged hurt my eyes, my brain, me. I've seen him like that before yet I still couldn't believe my eyes to see him like that. I wasn't numb to it yet.

Weirdly, I didn't twist and turn to find a comfortable position on my bed. I stayed still and thought to myself, replaying the conversation over and over. I wasn't fighting the sleep deprivation, I was welcoming it. It felt disrespectful to sleep after what happened.

Mason probably thought the same too because although the light source was behind him, I could see his eyes wide open, almost glowing.

We both stayed silent, staring at nothing.

"I swear on my life that if Carl ever gets his hands on you, I will do everything in my power to save you."

At some point in the night, I had the feeling to talk about it with him. I didn't know what about it we would talk about, or even why we should, but it became a hungry feeling inside of me.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then I heard soft snores on the other side of the room. I closed my mouth and decided to stay quiet and let him rest. But now I was stuck by myself, continuously replaying Jordan's emotions in my head as the feeling of needing to talk about it ate at me from the inside.

"I swear on my life..."

Jordan said those words without a single sign of hesitation, nor was there a hint of sarcasm or lies. I believed him. Jordan wouldn't let Carl touch me without a fight.

Although, it felt like he was talking for everyone because as he said it I could feel Mason tense next to me at the time and he gave a nod. I looked down and saw his knuckles pale from curling his fists so much.

I buried my face in my pillow and let out a muffled groan. Why did this have to happen?? I just wanted to live a stupid normal life, but no- I ended up with two dead family members and then getting kidnapped by some... somewhat nice(?) men who just refuse to leave me alone. Now apparently my bully is my boyfriend and a psychopathic pedophile is after me??

I rolled over on my other side as Mason's subtle snoring filled the silence of the room.

~Time Skip~

"Hey, are you ready to go? School starts in 15 minutes and I think Ruby's going to choke you if you take any longer." Mason peeked into my room as I was aggressively running a brush through my thick hair.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm getting there calm down." I finished and picked up the pace. Mason nodded. "Alright babe, I'll see you at the car." He disappeared from my door frame and I saw him walking to my sister's Jeep from my window. I put the brush down and switched to putting on my shoes.

As far as I know, Carl Hubre hasn't attempted any sort of kidnapping when it comes to me. At first, I thought he wasn't after me, but Mason still won't leave my side and he contacts The Boys weekly. I haven't seen them since Jordan stopped by our door weeks ago, and I'm having mixed feeling about them missing from my life now, but I'm... mostly happy about them finally leaving me alone.

I convinced mom to let me visit a therapist to talk about my experience. She still knows nothing about The Boys keeping me captive and I hope to keep it that way, but I had to tell her about my depression in order for her to agree to take me once every week or two. To this day, I haven't harmed myself, mainly because Mason's always breathing down my neck even though Mr. Hubre is nowhere to be seen. But if he keeps me from hurting myself or others, I can tolerate it.