FAMILIES ALWAYS HAVE YOUR BACK

CHAPTER FIVE

"YOU," I GROWLED. "Wha...h-how...?"
Gerald chuckles and crouches down in front of me. I slowly look up, my vision a bit blurry. I'm so tired...so exhausted. I've never felt this tired before.
"You poor thing," Gerald cooed as he pinched my cheek. "I've got you now. Vulnerable. Weaponless."
I growl and practically bite him. He yelps in pain and holds his hand.
"You shouldn't have done that Tom!" he yells. "Up!"
He forces me up and I whimper in pain.
"That's my boy," Gerald says.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" I whimper.
"Kidnap you of course! Make you mine!"
All of a sudden, everything goes black.

+ + +

When I wake up, everything is dark. The bed I'm on is cold. I slowly sit up and look around. It seems to be as if I'm in a cave of some sort. I stand up and hear crunching underneath my feet. I look down and gasp. It was bones. Human bones. I jump back on the bed when he comes in. Gerald.
"Look who's awake!" Gerald shrieks.
I moaned and rub my temples, starting to get a migraine.
"Where am I?" I mumble.
He looks at me as if I'm ridiculous.
"In a cave duh!" he hands me a plate, which has a sandwich and some chips and a small glass of water to drink. "Thought you might be hungry. I'm not that evil, you know?" he slides the plate towards me.
I pull my knees to my chest and hug them. I don't want to eat whatever food he has to offer. He kidnapped me for God's sake! Why should I trust him?!
I push the plate away from me, making its contents fly off.
"Get away from me," I growl, gritting my teeth.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Tom," he says. I doubt that.
I don't say anything. My eyes analyzes his every move, my jaw clenched tight. He walks over to a table. I reach to my chest and my locket's not there. It must've fallen off during the fight with the thing!
"Where's my locket?!" I demand.
"Oh, he speaks! Don't worry. It fell off during the fight and right after you went unconscious. It's right here," he holds it up.
"Now, give it," I ordered.
"Nah, you'll live with out it Holland," Gerald says. He places it back down onto the tray. "Welcome to your new home, Tom."