kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 3

Summer's POV:

We walked in silence up the grand staircase, passing a series of doors. We continued down the hallway and stopped outside a door. He opened the door for me, making me blush at the the gentlemanly gesture.

"There's a shower and clean bed in there. I'll bring you some clothes and you can go sleep." Matty said.

I smiled at him and walked into the room. I took in my surroundings: a king size bed in Egyptian cotton, clean white walls, spotless laminate flooring and a fluffy cream and black rug. The curtains were charcoal black with cream embroidery. It was amazing. I walked into the en-suite and was shocked by the sight. The jacuzzi was bubbling gently and the towels were a hot pink colour. The shower could fit more than 5 people in at once. It was massive.

I stepped into the shower, turning it onto the perfect temperature. Being in the shower is the only place where I can let lose and relax fully. All of my worries, problems and anything on my mind is washed away. It's ironic really. I squeezed the shampoo onto my hands and massaged it into my head, washing away the stress. I scrubbed my body with shower gel and stood under the shower head for a further 10 minutes and got out. I wrapped my hair in a towel and my body in another.

I walked into the bedroom and saw a large shirt and tracksuit bottoms folded neatly on the end of the bed. I put on the clothes and sat at the end of the bed allowing my tears to fall effortlessly.

In front of the others I don't express my feelings, simply because I don't want them to think I'm weak and can treat me any less. I allow them to believe I am strong and I'm okay with the idea of kidnapping me and that I'm strong just like them, when secretly I'm not. I don't like this at all. I'm terrified. I mean, I'm in a house with criminals, god knows what they're capable of. If there's one thing I know, it's never show your weaknesses and fears to the enemy.

I pull up the soft fabric, seeking for any comfort I can find. I miss my mum, i miss my dad, I miss my annoying little brother and I miss Tyler. I miss everybody. I try and fall into a slumber, but I simply can't. I'm to scared. I want to wake up and believe that this is just a horrid nightmare, but it's the harsh reality. It's a nightmare that I'm living.

After everything that's happened tonight, I still don't have my hair dye or Pringles. Damn it.

My throat was dry and dehydrated. I tiptoed out of the guest room and attempted to find the kitchen. With every step I took, the ball in my throat would get bigger. I walked into the open kitchen and saw one of the men from the robbing there.

"Hi." I spoke hoarsely.

He turned on his stool and took a glance at me.

"Oh hey..."

"Summer."

"Hey Summer, you okay?"he asked politely.

"Erm, I'm just looking for a glass."

"Top cupboard on the left."He instructed.

As I filled my glass, I attempted to continue the conversation with him.

"So, what's your name?"

"Ross."

Ross was a slightly bigger builded man, quite tall too. He had stubble on face and had an average hair cut. It was styled slightly into a messy quiff. Ross looked like he was in his early 20's. He almost resembled a teddy - a cuddly teddy.

"Have you got any sleeping pills or anything?" I asked.

"Top cupboard on the right, there should be some in there." He said.