"Huh?" I rubbed my head,"Where am I?" It was pitch black,and it felt like I was sleeping in floor made if metal. What happened and why can't I remember?
I tried standing up,but my ankles had chains attached to them. I fell to the ground,hitting my side. I laid in pain and cried. I wanted to get out of here.
My arms wandered around my body in search for my phone. No luck.
It was Tuesday I think,I don't know when I got here,and most importantly,HOW I got here? I had school. I had friends. I had Matt.
I screamed and screamed,but nobody came to save me. I curled in a ball,it was freezing down here. It must've been a basement because its roomy enough for me to spread out and move around. I stayed laying in the ground,wondering if anybody knew I was here.
I tried to remember what had happened,but nothing. My head had I bump on it,like somebody had hit it with something. My ears we're ringing,I felt dizzy. Does anyone know I'm even down here? How long has it been? Is it nighttime or daytime? Questions were buzzing threw my head which made it hurt even more.
I tried to go to sleep,but who can sleep at a time like this?! My ankles hurt so much,the chains were too tight on me and I could barely move my feet. I felt lightheaded and nauseous. I leaned to my side and threw up,but all that came up was water. I hadn't eaten all day,and I was a bit hungry. I wiped my mouth and cried. I cried until I drifted into a deep sleep.
MY DREAM:
"Matt! Get over here!" I yelled. I saw him come running down the hallway,laughing. He saw me,and his prank worked.
"OH MY GOD!! IT WORKED!" he squealed. He laughed and I thought he was going to pee.
"MATTHEW LEE! I just wanted to go to the bathroom,and I sit on this?!" I said furiously. I held up my hand I wiped my buttcheek with. It was covered in minty toothpaste. He was cracking up.
"Is THIS the way you want to bring up your children?!" I yelled questionably. My whole butt felt minty fresh,it tingled. I had to laugh about it. "Matt!" I laughed,"Why at 3 in the morning? I got 3 kids and I have to pee constantly. Why do this to me?" I leaned on his shoulder laughing.
"I love you!" he tried to get out of trouble. I swear,he has the mind of his 4 year old son. We had 3 children together,Justin, who was 6,Easton,who was 4,and our baby girl,Allison,she was only 2. Matthew loves to play with them.
"Shh! Don't wake the kids!" Matt hushed me. I settled down, chuckling to myself.
I took a quick shower and laid down in my robe. Matt stared at me,eyeing my body,like it was the first time he had ever seen me. I looked at him and blushed. We still acted like we had just met even though we've been married for almost 7 years. He walked over to me and got on the bed,hovering over me. I looked at him straight in the eyes,and at that moment he crashed his lips into mine. He had managed to take his shirt off without breaking the kiss.
I finally broke the kiss. "You know,that was a mean thing what you did earlier," I winked while running my hands up and down his back. He smirked and replied,"Well, I'm a bad boy." I shivered at his words. He smirked and started kissing my neck. I arched my back in pleasure. My robe was coming undone,and Matt could tell. He untied the actually robe and took in the sight of my breasts. I mean,when you have 3 kids and you breastfeed, it comes in handy. He bit his lip and grasped one in each hand. I looked up at his smiling.
He took off his pants,leaving him in boxers. I sat up on my knees at the edge of the bed while he was standing on the floor. I look up at him and he just smirks. I slowly bring the boxers down,he was hard already,I could tell. I took them off and started-
"HEY! WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!" a voice had awaken me. Well, guess hat was the end of THAT dream..
I tried to get up fast,but I fell down due to basically broken ankles. He grabbed my arm,a very tight grip at that. His voice was husky and his breathing was heavy. He smelled like nothing but alcohol. I coughed at the scent and he had unlocked my ankle chains. He had been olding a little lanternto see. I tried to see who it was,but my vision was blurry and the light was dim.
He had brought me up some stairs into a room what looked like a kitchen. There was a door on my left and a hallway to my left. In front,was a sink and cabinets. No windows. He had a rope in his hand. He sat me down,and tied my ankles to the legs on the chair. I winced at the pain of my ankles. He looked up at me and I saw his face. He had a small dirty blonde beard with strands of white and black hair in them,almost like salt and pepper. He wasn't blad,but he had no hair. Just little spikes here and there. His eyes- they were so beautiful. They were grrean and grey,filled with hate and evil. The color was magnificent.
After tying my legs,he walked into a different room. He came back real quick and duct taped my mouth. My eyebrows told him to stop,that I was confused. He ignored me and walked back away. I heard him talking to somebody,they sounded younger than him.
"GO THROW HER BACK IN THE STREETS,BOY! SHE'S USELESS!!" One of them yelled.
"Okay,Dad!" I assumed the younger one called. A son and father,kidnapping a teen? Okay,what is this?
"She's been in the basement for three days already,time to get rid of her. I'm surprised she's not dead" the father said. Three days?! What has happened!? I heard footsteps coming towards me,and I quickly looked at the ground,not making anymore eye contact. It was the son,the father was wearing shorts and now this guy is wearing jeans. Also,the father was wearing a tank top that used to be white,and is now a gross grey. This son,is wearing a T-shirt.
He squated down looking me in the eyes. He had beautiful blue eyes,almost like the Griers'. He was blonde and very small. Had I seen him before? I don't remember. He looked at me dead in the eyes,he was full of sorrow and pain. His cheek had a bruise and I could tell he was being abused. He took the tape off of my mouth and I was silent.
"I'm so sorry..." he whispered. Where was he taking me?
