The Girl In The Ocean Of Boys

A Hug

         I was blinded as the door was pulled open, waking me from my sparse slumber. I blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light of the afternoon. I moved my head up to see a figure standing over me, "This is not her! You've brought me the wrong person. Go and get the other girl, or your family will not see to the next day."

        "What do I do with this girl? Should I take her back?" The familiar voice of the phony teacher, my kidnapper.

        I flinched, "OF COURSE NOT! God, she knows who you are, she knows too much to go back. You know, she might be a decent toy, at least till my pet gets back." The man had a callous voice.

        What did he mean, that I wouldn't be able to go home? To be his toy? My nose starts to itch, making me so desperately wishing I didn't have binds on my wrists. I decide not to say anything, this guy was no doubt, smart-with most likely anger issues. A recipe I definitely didn't want to mix. A reason for hell to break open on me.

         "Take care of this girl." The unfamiliar guy spits at Everst.

         My eyes get comfortable and I can see that the man left, stalking away in a suit. I couldn't see anything else about him with his back turned, but he had dark hair and looked physically fit. The man disgusted me. He seemed like the man behind this whole thing, and the fact that he would take anyone from their home without consent pissed me off. My face feels hot and tears form in my eyes as this whole situation truly dawns on me. I would probably never see my brothers again all because this guy messed up taking the wrong person. I felt selfish, but all I could think of was myself. Why couldn't Everst just take whoever it was and leave me out of it? Why did this have to happen to me? 

       I clenched my eyes shut, feeling the hot tears trail down my face. I reached my tongue out and licked the tears, tasting the salt. It was an instinct, something I would always do to calm me down when I was truly stressed by anything. I mentally curse myself. Some other person was supposed to be taken. And they still will be. Anything they do to me, will be a hundred to them since they were the one that was actually supposed to be taken. I had to get out of here. I had to get help not just for me but for the other person.

         I open my eyes and stare at the clean shaven face of Everst, "I am so sorry. This is all my fault, I dragged you into this. T-this was not supposed to happen!" I felt bad as the same tears haunting me begin to fall from him.

         "Please, please get me out of here. I can get people to lock him up. Whoever he is I won't let him take your family away from you! I can't let him take my family away from me." I plead with him, but he only laughs bitterly.

         "You aren't in any way able to do that. You can't. We are trapped." He sighs, no sign of hope in his words.

         He reaches in, putting his knee inside the car. He has a knife I hadn't noticed before so I back up quickly. He gives me a soft smile, "I'm taking the ropes off, don't you want me to clean up your wounds?" He speaks as if talking to a shy, scared child.

        Something about his reassurance draws me closer to him, wanting the hug of a brother, of a father. Of a mother. A sob racks my body as I hold my arms out to him. Everything seemed dark even if it was as bright out. He takes the sharp edge and saws the rope in half. I couldn't help but reach out to him as the tight rope floats eerily to the floor of the van. I hugged him, and after his initial surprise, he hugs me back.

        He pulls back and saws the ankle binds as well. I let out a relieved sigh as feeling returns to my wrists and feet. He chuckles and turns to stretch his arm over to the passenger seat. He grabs a first aid kit, and sets it in front of him. He looks at me a sorry expression on his face, taking out a bottle of some type of lotion.  He rubs it in a clothe and brings it to my right arm. He cleans the cuts, and I clench my teeth together. It felt horrible but I needed it to get better, I tell myself. He wraps my arm with a long strip of a tan bandage.

       He does the same for my other wrist, leaning close to my ear, "Take my phone, back pocket. You stole it, I don't know." He whispers, me barely able to make it out.

       I snake my right hand towards his butt. I felt uncomfortable, but I had to do this. If I called I could get us all out. I could go and get help, and Everst would be able to know his family was safe. I slipped my hand into the pocket and found his thin phone, sneakily taking it and smoothly hiding it under my leg.

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Word count: 914 (Not including A/N)

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