The Middle Row Girl

Chapter 6

 Boom! I bet you didn't see this coming haha. Sorry that i haven't updated in so long but I've had a lot to deal with and little inspiration and I didn't want to give you a shoddy chapter. You may be able to remember what happened in the book so far but If  not you may want to read the last chapter to jog your memory. Thank you so much for sticking with me it is so appreciated, I hope you enjoy the chapter :)

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It could have been hours or it could have been minutes that I felt the world buzz around me, my tongue too much like cotton to even contemplate crying for help even when my brain knows that it would be futile anyway. Aching cold throbs through my body but I'm too tired to stop the quaking shivers that come like waves, crashing through my body with vicious force. My eyes are like sand paper as I stare up at the dull grey ceiling praying for what must be the hundredth time for the haze which covers my mind like a blanket to leave so that I'm not left as defenceless. I squeeze my hands every minute, stretching and clenching them in time with my heart beat so that my mind has something to focus on and my body has something to work from. Slowly I start to move my arms as if lifting weights to see whether they can support me when I sit up. I take a deep breath and inch up on my arms so that I'm sitting up for the first time since I've arrived, a rush suddenly goes over my head and my hand shoots up to my mouth as I swallow down bile, repressing the urge to be sick. Ugh, that was one hell of a drug he fed me. I can't remember anything after I nearly escaped, it only fades into blurriness, all I know is I'm a hundred percent on my own and even I don't know where I am.

I wiggle my toes up and down and set them down fully on the ground, hissing at cold that shoots straight through them; the jerk took my shoes, clearly scared I'll use them as a weapon. I can't help but laugh to myself at the thought of me, an angry girl armed with a shoe fighting a crazy dude with probably a stash of shiny weapons. I'd totally win of course haha.

I suck in a deep breath and pull my aching body up off the ground and onto my feet, taking a moment to steady myself and blink away the stars flashing violently over my eyes. I've got to get my head together if I stand any remote chance of getting out of here or avoiding being harmed for as long as possible.

I gaze around the room fully for the first time and bite my lip to stop the tears that are stinging in my eyes from falling; the room is completely sealed with no windows. Of course there wouldn't be windows Amy, he's not stupid he's at least shown that much so far, however this eliminates me from being able to have even the most feeble of escape attempts and from being able to stab a guess at my location. I heave a sigh; this day gets better by the second.

My eyes latch onto a door handle in the corner of the room and I run as best as I can over to it, clutching it desperately as I attempt with all my might to yank the door handle down only for it to quiver slightly under my numbing finger tips. I pull frantically at the door handle, with my bare foot bracing against the wall and all my reason finally going out the window.

"Please, please, please." My voice comes out in pleading whispers as I collapse to the floor gasping for air as panic seizes my chest like a hot iron hand, burning me and holding in place. I attempt to suck in calming breathes but the only thing going into my mouth currently are my own salty tears going bitter on my tongue.

Come on Amy, panic isn't the answer, just breathe.

I try again, shutting my eyes so I can't see the dark chasm of this room which surrounds me as I attempt to take deep breaths. Slowly my heart begins to slow down and I can feel the resilient fingers of panic start to lose its grip on me and I can't help but grin, Eric would be proud. I wipe my face slowly and gradually open my eyes and feel my heart sink when I'm returned to this stupid room once more.

I puff out an angry breath and stand up, fighting the urge to kick or punch a wall. I can't believe I'm letting a room reduce me to tears when I should be thinking of ways to escape. My eyes dance around the room looking at the bleak grey colour which consumes them and suddenly my mind flashes with a memory of the programs Mum watches about properties and different types of walls making different sounds when you knock on them. A stud wall is one which can be knocked down and it makes a hollow sound. Maybe if he feeds me and gives me a bowl or somethings I can maybe with enough hits and pressure make a big enough dent in a wall to get through it eventually, it would take months and probably over a year but I don't know how long it will take for the people at home to find me, I laugh bitterly at how feeble and far fetched the idea is but I'm desperate.

So I slowly edge myself around the room, listening desperately for any hollow sounds. I've done three walls so far and there's nothing and as I finish the last wall I rest my head against it and clench my eyes shut, fighting against the sadness that's over whelming me over the fact that the small hope I had has been smashed. Yep this isn't one of those stories where everything becomes so much easier when something bad happens, this is life and it can be harsher than crashing waves a lot of the time.

Suddenly, distant footsteps break the loud silence and I edge into the furthest corner of the room, trying to keep my shaking at bay as I feel them beginning to resurface. As I hear the click of a lock behind the door I've never felt more like a mouse: small, scared and in the corner and in this moment everything seems bigger than me.

The handle dips down and I watch in terror as ivy green eyes appear behind the door, with manic eyes not matching his calm grin filled with pearly white teeth. He studies me with his eyes racking up and down my body and face before stepping in revealing a much more clean version of himself rather than the version of him I saw before. He wears his dirty blond hair down where it leads just under his shoulders. Where his disgustingly scraggily beard was before now is trimmed down to an acceptable short length, along with that and his baby blue coloured shirt and flared jeans, he looked like a normal guy; for some reason this scares me more than the other version of him, this version looks like a normal everyday man, hard to find amongst the crowds and worryingly deceptive.

He walks closer to me and as subtly as possible I try and cram myself further into the corner.

"Why am I here?" I ask, making my voice as strong as possible. He stops short of me and frowns like I'm the most puzzling thing in the world.

"What are you talking about? This is your home." He states as if it's obvious.

"No it's not." I protest quietly, trying not to trigger anything in him. His face grows concerned and he steps so close that I can feel his moist breath on my skin. His large hands reach up and cups my face and my eyes look away so fast I'm surprised that I didn't dislodge them.

"Yes it is, are you okay?" he asks, voice hushed. I nod and try not to let my eyes fill up with tears. I just want him to leave me alone, if I just nod and agree with what he says he should go quicker. He hums thoughtfully and brushes a bit of my hair which had fallen into my face behind my shoulder. "This is the basement remember? You can go to your room after one more day, I don't want you thinking that that kind of behaviour can be tolerated, understood?" I nod frantically yes, squeezing my eyes shut. He nods to himself, seemingly satisfied with what I said as he backs away and opens the door once more, he grins again but more manically than last time. "I'm so glad you're back where you belong." And with that he shuts the door with a click following straight after.

It's as if all the breath and fight rushes out of me and I collapse onto the floor still staring at the floor where he had just disappeared from, why did he keep saying you're back? And I have a room? What sort of messed up thing am I in the middle of? I must have zoned out and not heard footsteps coming because suddenly the door opened and as I looked up my jaw hung open in surprise, because there in the doorway stood a guy of my age staring straight at me.