Snatched (On Going) I'm Sorry---have Been Extremely Ill---will Update Soon

SIX.

       "I started opening up in therapy today.. for the first time ever." His smile widened and he nodded. "I'm really glad. It's nice to have someone else there for you." Then his eyes seemed to go out of focus. The smile draining from his face. And suddenly it was like I was transported back in time. Memories flashing through my mind.

       As I'm laying on the cold, hard, cement floor trying to keep screaming my voice is going out. My throat burns with the effort of trying to speak anymore. I can barely even whisper for help. I'm still silently sobbing and taking deep gasps of breath. My heart is thudding against my ribcage. I'm having a panic attack. I'm gripping with reality. I was  losing consciousness.

I slowly slipped into a sleep because I had completely exhausted myself with all my crying and shouting. I don't know how long I slept, minutes or even days but I awoke suddenly as I heard the big door lock disengage and it swung open. A man was standing there his face hidden by a ski mask.

       He was rather tall and angry looking, his body tense and rigid. He had someone else who he was dragging behind him. They seemed to be completely unconscious. I could barely see due to the low lighting in the room. The person's face was covered with a bag and his hands were tied like my own.

I tried to speak but was frozen in terror. How could this stranger be holding us here? Who was this other person? Was it awful that I was sort of happy to have someone to talk to? At least I wouldn't be alone. I instantly felt guilty for having such a selfish thought. The man slung the limp figure into the room. The man glanced down at me on the floor. "If you keep  your pretty little mouth shut and stop screaming I'll cut you loose in a few hours. I promise"I just stared at him.
  What a jackass. He slammed the door and I heard the lock engage. I heard his footsteps die away.

     The figure began to stir after what seemed to be around an hour. The figure seemed to be feeling the floor. I heard a small moan of pain. I still couldn't move due to my bindings. "Are.. you... okay?" I asked my voice trailing away. There was another grunt of anguish before they spoke in a pained whisper. "Well. I've been kidnapped so. No. I'm not okay." My breath caught in my throat. It was Bridger.

His voice got a little more steady and he said, "Emerson?" My eyes welled again. "This place is so terrible...but it is nice to have someone to talk to." He shook his head and managed to get out of the bag. He smiled at me a little the corner of his mouth split and bleeding. He shimmed himself up into a sitting position and stared at me.
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       He looked at me in silence for what seemed like hours. I sighed deeply. "You're right. If it wasn't for you I don't think I would have made it. I would still be here." I said finally. His eyes hardened. "No. If it wasn't for you we wouldn't have been able to escape that place." I sighed again. "We worked together.." I said fairly, my voice trailing off. This was perfectly true. We had worked hard to escape the wicked place.

We set in silence staring to the tree line at the edge of the yard. I finally said "Would you like to talk about it?" As the words came out I immediately was regretting them and half hoping he didn't want to. I didn't look at him but I could feel his eyes boring into me.

      The silence stretched again. I was starting to feel uneasy when his voice suddenly filled the air. "The night of your birthday... I was taken aback by your face. You reminded me of someone I remembered but didn't.

     When I saw you a shock shook my whole body. It was electric. It was like I was waiting for you and we had planned to meet there but I had forgotten until I saw you." I tilted my head slightly to peak at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be lost in those memories just as I had been earlier in therapy.

       I shut my eyes and again was transported back to that night again. "I knew that I had to speak to you. It was an all consuming desire-no need. It scared me a bit but also deeply comforted me." His voice seemed to falter for a moment, and so I squeezed his fingers reassuringly.

    "After I started talking to you..it felt so real. As though I was supposed to meet you. As we danced slowly on the dance floor.. I was washed over with the urge to kiss you." My breath caught in my throat and he opened his eyes and looked at me. "I felt that way too." I said sheepishly. He simply nodded. "After we got our second drinks and walked to the beach and laid under the stars..." and again transformed back in time. He continued to talk as I closed my eyes and entered my memory.