Kidnapped: Hostage of Love (New Edition)

Hostage of my Terrible Luck

My white sheets crumpled and folded around my sweaty body. Images of my previous night flashed through my head as I groaned with disappointment that it wasn't just a dream. The aches in my body proved that as I stood up.

How could I face my mother today? Would I tell her? I had to some day. I knew I couldn't bare seeing their hopeless relationship fooling my mother in every which way possible.

Not now, though. I would wait until my father left for another business trip, just so I knew nothing too out of hand would happen.

I crept down the stairs, hearing dishes clang in our kitchen.

What if it was my Dad?

I shivered, afraid of what could happen if I ran into him. Would he pretend nothing happened? Would he go on a rage and lock me up for all eternity so I couldn't tell anybody?

My hearing senses spiked high as I listened intently for a hint as to who it was.

My body, flush against every wall, made it's way to the corner leading into our kitchen. I held my breathe in as I peered through the doorway. I heard my heart in my ears, and it felt as though an earthquake shook the house to my beat.

My mother stood at the sink, peacefully washing her breakfast dishes while beginning a hum to her favorite piano song "Comptine d'Un Autre Ete".

I swept the rest of the room, with no sign of my Father. My chest shrunk like a balloon releasing it's contents as I stepped prominently into the room.

"Hey Mom". I said, surprised by the lightly shaky tone I emitted, and was quickly taken aback by my Mother's low shriek.

She whipped around to face me, eyes alert and wide.

"Jesus Kayla!" She hollered. I shrunk back a blushed at being scolded. It wasn't a usual occurrance.

She breathed deep and calmed down.

"I had no idea you where awake. You were so quiet coming down. Goodmorning!"

I quickly composed myself, and knew now wasn't the time to share reasoning for my silent appearence. At least now she gave me an appropriate reason for having a shaky voice.

"Yeah, I guess I just...am tired so, I didn't want to make myself a raquet coming down. Silence was kinda nice, ya know."

Why do I always say the dumbest things when I'm taken off guard?

"Oh, okay. So how are you this morning? You look exhausted. Didn't you sleep well?"

She bought it.

But then again, why wouldn't she? She had no idea as to what I have been through this past 24 hours.

"No, I was awake half the night." I walked over to the cupboard and grabbed my usual cereal, Special K, and sat at the table.

In truth, I slept like a baby; better than I had in ages, due to the events from last night.

"Okay, well, it's 8:30, and a Saturday," she continued hesitantly "and if I remember correctly, you told me you work at 10:00 today."

Crap, I had totally forgotten about work. Nevertheless, she was right.

"Thanks." I muttered. "So, uh, where's Dad?" I asked nonchalantly.

She blinked.

"Wow, you really must be tired. He's on his business trip in Minnesota, don't you remember?"

Ah, that's right. That meant he never returned. I was safe- for now.

"Kay?" My Mom asked hesitantly. "Are you sure you're okay?"