He's The Man

Chapter 35

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I just wanted to clear something up because I know some of you have been messaging me and asking or commenting about it!:) This is just a story I do for fun in my free time. I dont ever spend too much time on it because im usually really busy. I dont spend a lot of time editing it or doing anything fancy either. I just kindve free write. Sorry. I try my best, but sometimes it isnt enough! One of you guys just told me that it would be easier to read if I seperated it into paragraghs, I completely spaced that! I usually just copy and paste this onto here from a different site so I guess it just resets. Lol but sorry guys, ill try to start doing that from now on!!:) Anyways, enjoy the story!!:)

Hes The Man -Part 35-

~Leilas POV~

I slowly crawled towards the thin string of light that was seeping in from under the door. Silent tears were constantly streaming down my cheeks as fear swallowed me whole. I had no idea of where I was or how I'd gotten here, the last thing I remember was being in the ice cream shop with Damon. He had gotten up to use his phone then... everything just goes blank.

My hands were shaking violently against the hard concrete floor as I carefully made my way towards the only source of life in this cold, dark, secluded room. I gently lowered myself to the ground and squinted as my eyes slowly adjusted to the harsh sunlight. I peeked threw the slit that led to the outside world but could only see dirt and trees.

"Where am I?" I whispered hopelessly. I lay there, with my cheek pressed against the ground, and tried to think of what I could do. I had already checked my pockets and found that whoever had taken me here had taken my cellphone as well.

I didnt know how long Id been here or how long I was passed out for. Judging from my last memory, it was around night time when my mind was swept clean, and from looking outside now it was a little after mid day. The sun hung lazily in the sky, threatening to set before I could formulate a decent plan.

My heart started beating rapidly, I didnt know who had taken me or if and when they were coming back. I slowly sat up and sniffled backing myself up against the door, resting my head on it with a low thud. "Somebody help" I whispered, my last bit of hope shrinking into a small seed of nothing. I was tired of the darkness and tired of the cold.

Although I couldnt see anything I squeezed my eyes shut and placed my head in between my knees. I tried multiple times to swallow the lump in my throat but it wouldnt budge. I let out a loud sob and pounded my fist to the ground in frustration,"Somebody help me!!!" I screamed. I turned around and kicked my legs against the door and grew angry when it didnt shake or move even a centimeter,"Let me out!!" My voice echoed loudly and mixed into my sobs,"Please let me go!!!" I kicked the door a few more times, the silence immediately taking affect.

Thats when I realized I was living one of my worst nightmares. This dark room offered no comfort and the quiet only served to drive me crazy. I used to have nightmares like this every single night for months after Sean died. I would be in the darkness. Somewhere isolated, a place where no one would be able to hear my screams and no one would come to answer my crys for help.

Back then I would wake up in hysterics, covered in sweat and clutching my blankets tightly until I could regain composure. Except this time, I wasnt dreaming. No matter how many times I blinked I knew I wasnt going to wake up and be lying in my bed, safe and at home.

This time was dangerous.

Goosebumps quickly crawled across my skin as the bone chilling fear set in that I might die. What if whoever had put me in here decided to just leave me. To never come back and just leave me here to die? There were tons of physcopaths and serial killers in the world, what if I just so happend to be kidnapped by one of them?

My thought train came to an abrupt halt and my heart began buzzing like a humming bird when I heard it. The snap of a twig. I stayed silent and listened to see if my mind was playing tricks on me or if I had actually heard it. My body started shaking with raw fear as I heard the crunching of leaves and the fall of footsteps, someone was coming.

My eyes widend as I started freaking out. I quickly stood up and scrambled through the dark room. I tried to run and let out a whimper as I immediately came in contact with what felt like a stone wall. I fell onto my back and held my forehead which had taken the hardest blow. Just my luck. My head was throbbing painfully and my blood was pumping quickly.

I tried to ignore the pain and sat up, scooting back until I was pressed against the wall and as far away from the door as I could get. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged myself tightly, listening quietly while tears splashed down on my already wet cheeks.

The footsteps drew closer and my breathing grew faster, not knowing why I was here or who had put me here absolutely terrified me. My teeth were involuntarily chattering, whoever was out there stopped right outside the door.

I could see their shadow blocking the small stream of sunlight as they waited. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I watched to see what they would do next. The suspense was going to drive me insane with fear, the person was just standing there...listening?

I whimpered as they shifted their weight to the other foot, I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth and squeezed my eyes shut. Placing my head in between my knees and squeezing my arms around my legs so tight Id started to go numb.

"Ten, nine." I slowly started counting backwards in my mind. I used to go to therapy. My therapist told me that counting backwards from ten and letting my mind focus on one thing when all I wanted to do was break down, could be the key to my survival.

"-Eight, seven." She was no fortune teller, so I doubt she knew that one day some physcopathic serial killer was going to kidnap me and put me in a dark room with no way out which may ulitimately lead to my death, she just meant that staying calm would keep me from doing anything drastic.

"Six, five.." I knew what she meant but now it made so much more sense, breaking down would do absolutely nothing for me. I just needed to stop crying and not let myself loose hope. Which was close to impossible in my situation. My heart beat like a loud and unsteady drum, it felt like it was going to burst through my chest.

"Four, three-" The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as the locks on the door slowly started clicking and turning. If I was going to die I atleast wanted to have something that made me happy or smile at one point in time on my mind.

"Two-" Images of Seans smiling face instantly appeared, followed by the smell of my moms home made pasta, Ramona stuffed into the halloween crayon costume, and finally; Jordans signature grin. It felt like he was there whispering the words into my ear as I remembered him saying,'Im not good with relationships...but im willing to try, for you.'

I suddenly ached to be in his strong, warm arms where I knew Id be safe; or atleast where I wouldnt have to face whoever was out there alone. I regretted getting into Damons car and wished I wouldve ran to Jordan and told him how I really felt. Maybe then I wouldnt be here, but somewhere with Jordan instead. "One." The door flew open, blinding sunlight invaded the darkness, capturing my vision for a few seconds. Knowing he would probably never know this or be able to hear me, I quickly whispered,

"Jordan, I chose you."