Kidnapped By Cannibals- Leah Marshall

Chapter Fifteen

The sound of Jared's irritating alarm rung violently in Leah's ears, telling them both it was time to get up. Jared grunted, turning on his side, and slamming the alarm off. It was unusual, because Leah never usually awoke on the alarm. Jared would have to disturb her from her sleep.

Leah rubbed her eyes before stretching her legs and arms out across the bed. She turned her head to see Jared grinning at her. It was as if she wasn't in control of her face muscles as she felt an even larger one curl into her lips. He placed his arm around her and she allowed her body to fall into him, her head pressing up against his chest and she relaxed.

" Good morning," Jared said.

Leah looked up, right into those evil brown eyes that she now was oblivious to recognising.

" Good morning," she smiled, then leaned back down.

Jared shuffled a little closer towards her and
Leah closed her eyes. She felt like she was about to drift off back to sleep.

" This is nice," Jared said, but Leah couldn't respond to him as she felt so calm at this moment. She didn't want to move. Didn't want
to get up and face a day of cleaning. She just wanted to lay here all day- feel this feeling for as long as she could feel it for.

Jared removed a hand from her and ruffled it through his short hair. He looked down at her, lay so calmly, and began to speak.

" Leah-"

So suddenly, a shriek interrupted Jared, filling the entire house, bursting through Leah's ears and she whipped her head off of Jared towards the door. She heard something slam so loudly, and another shriek. Leah's stomach twisted and she turned towards Jared, who was staring towards the door too, as if he was inspecting using his ears, what was going on beneath them.

He then turned to meet Leah's frightened eyes, that had already filled with tears. That moment they'd just had, had just disappeared quicker
than a stain of breath upon a mirror- they wouldn't get that chance again, because Leah would do something to irritate Jared. He let out a huff and began to climb out the bed. Leah watched him intently.

" Don't move from here," he told her sternly.

To Jared's surprise, Leah obliged without a peep, curling her fingers into the sheets and pulling them towards her face in fear. The cries for help continued to pound against her head, and she soon felt her breath quicken in her throat. She tried her hardest to control it whilst Jared was still in the room.

She watched as Jared hurried out the room. One the handle clicked, Leah automatically leaped from the bed, running towards the door to press her ear against it- she was only torturing herself. It was now a muffled cry, and the closer she listened, she knew it was more than one person.

Her pulse was pounding in her ears and she felt the sweat droplets resting on her eyebrow,tickling her skin. What was going on beneath her? Whatever it was, it couldn't happen. Not again. Death turned Leah insane- she'd always think about it for days on end.

Especially knowing she'd be eating those dead people.

Her mind spun at the thought and she felt the dryness creeping up her throat as the tears spilled from her eyes. She stood up, dragging her bony fingers through her hair and thinking of a conclusion of what it could be; on what to do.

She had to see it. She just had to. Maybe it wasn't as bad as it seemed. Leah could try and convince herself this all day long, but she wasn't fooling anyone.

Leah wasn't thinking about the consequence of her actions when she disobeyed Jared and left the room. She began creeping down the corridor- her legs and arms were shaking like crazy so when she reached the stairs, she placed her hands on the banister to steady herself. She could hear her teeth chattering together and she honestly felt that Jared could hear her. Leah was still listening to the sound of distanced screams, and it was throwing her of from being quiet.