Big Secrets

Chapter 1: Kidnapped

Clara's POV:

I could feel an intense pain in the back of my head and in my stomach. The pain only got worse as I tried to move. I was sore all over my body and every movement made me hiss in pain.

I tried to open my eyes, but was blinded by a bright light pointed right at my face. Again I tried to move and get up, but I could feel that my hands and feet were tied up tightly with strong rope.

Suddenly I felt somebodys hand on my knee. I tried to look at the person, but the light was too bright and I began to see spots. I could only turn away and listen to the person breathing into my ear.

"Never thought that you would end tied up with me, now did ya?" a soft voice suddenly said leaning over and whispering in my ear. The voice was so familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it.

"I have waited sooo long to finally get rid of you, but you were always so stubborn and didn't trust me. Well. Now I finally have you here and you can't escape what's about to come." The voice roughly shoved me against the wall behind me and pressed a knife against my throat.

I could feel a slight pain in my throat and blood starting to slowly run down my neck.

Buzzz...

Buzzz...

Buzzz...

The next moment I felt the knife slowly moving away from my throat. I fell back to the floor on my knees, hitting them roughly against the wooden floor  and vincing at the contact. I heard footsteps going to the corner of the room and the light left my face. After a moment of adjusting to the now less bright environment I could clearly see the projector lamp that was blinding me. I tried to look around the room, but my eyes were glued on the person standing a few meters in front of me, talking to the phone. It was her.

She was quietly whispering on the phone and I used the moment to take in my surroundings incase she wanted to blind me with the light again.

The orange old paint and wallpaper was peeling off the old wooden walls. To my left there was an old broken down bed with torn and dusty bedsheets. The only thing I could see from behind the bed was an old closet with doors hanging loosely on the hinges.

Suddenly something pulled my attention back to were I was sitting. I felt something wet and sticky under me, soaking through my skinny jeans at the side of my leg. I looked to my right and the moment I layed my eyes on the person lying in the corner of the room, I felt my heart rise up into my throat. I tried to say something. Anything. But my mouth was as if glued shut. Not a single word came out.

I was ready to explode. My world came crashing down as I saw him lying on the floor in a huge puddle of blood. I felt a dark cloud of sadness around me, covering me with cold shivers and a big lump formed in my throat. But after a moment all the sadness was gone and I only felt pure anger against the person who had done this.

I looked up at her. She had ended her phone call and was now looking at me with a cold devilish smile on her face. She then turned to look at the person lying on the floor.

"What a pity... He kept asking about you." she said while looking down at her perfectly painted blood red nails.

I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at him and I felt tears mixed with make-up pouring down the sides of my face. From out of nowhere the lump in my throat was gone and I let my feelings take over.

"MIKE! MIKE! MIIIKKEEE!"

He was still just lying there, only a few feet away from me. I tried crawling to him but I was yanked back by the short rope which connected me to the bed. I fell to the floor and hit my head, giving me cold shivers over my entire body.

"Calm down! Just relax. You can't do anything now. He's already gone." she said evilly smiling at me. Shivers ran over my body again as I looked back at Mike still lying in the big puddle of blood not moving a muscle.

I felt like dying. I wanted to end myself. My whole world came crushing down around me. I didn't care that I was tied up to a bed, in what seemed to be an abandoned house or something, and in the hand of that completely crazy lunatic. I only cared about him, and only him at that moment.

She sat down next to me, but I didn't want to look at her. The last thing that I would do was let her see my sadness and wish to end myself. I wouldn't let her just win like that.

I felt her hand on my shoulder, squeezing me roughly and making me vince in pain.

"I'm gonna leave you here for a bit. But I'll be right back to finish what I started, so don't get too comfortable while I'm gone." She said while slightly giggling and making her way to the door across the room.

"Ohh, and one more thing.-" she said from the doorway glancing at me with a warning and serious look. "If you do anything stupid while I'm gone than I'll put a bullet straight through that pretty head of yours."

She closed the door with a big bang and left. As soon as I couldn't hear the sound of her heels anymore I started chewing on the ropes tied around my hands.

I realised that it was no use when I bit into my tongue. I sighed as I tried to ignore my bleeding tongue which didn't make matters any better. Maybe there was something in the room that could help me cut through the ropes.

I glanced around the room, but nothing seemed to catch my eye. I was about to give up, but then I saw the projector lamp. It was a bit far, but I had to try.

I crawled as close as the rope allowed and then tried to reach it with my feet. I pulled the lamp a little closer and then when it was in range, I kicked it roughly causing it to fall.

The lamp fell to the floor and large pieces of broken glass were scatered all over.

I reached out my legs and pulled a large piece of broken glass close enough for me to grab. The sharp edges of the glass slightly cut into the skin of hands as I tried to cut through the ropes, but it was worth it. I would have even excepted losing my entire hand just to make sure if he was still alive and okay, and help him out of here.

The strong smell of blood finally filled my nose as I could now brake easily out of the ropes. I teared off the ropes roughly and began to slowly crawl towards Mike.

His red hoodie was covered in blood stains and his blond hair was sticking to his face. His soft blond hair filled my memories of the fun times we had together. The laughs and jokes we shared. Every moment of us swam through my head at that moment, but I had to snap out of it. To get out of this mess. Together.

"Mike. Mike." I called softly for him trying to shake him out of it.

He didn't answer.

I tried calling him a bit louder and shaking him rougher, but he still didn't answer. I then held my hand in front of his nose trying to see if he was still breathing.

Nothing.

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