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

EIGHT.

         After a while Bridger spoke into my hair. “Do you think they will ever find the people that took us, or even why they took us?” my chest tightened. “I don't know. I hope so…” I thought about this so much that hearing him ask it made me feel uncomfortable. The why and the who seemed to constantly peg my thoughts. Why had someone did this to me? To us? “I suppose they didn't expect us to get away.” He said looking at the sky. I nodded “I'm sure they didn't. People don't usually like to let their captives escape. I suppose they knew we never really saw their faces… how could we ever identify them?

         I remember the police asking me over and over for defining marks, tattoos, moles, eye color, a limp… anything that could narrow their search but.. I only saw the one captor. He was a tall, strong, thick necked brute. He had eyes of pale blue and was white. His head was shaped funny under his hat, but that could have been his hair trying to find a place to escape from. I do remember his disgusting voice though. He had this gravely toned voice. He had a thick Long Island accent and he clearly wasn't that intelligent because his words were slow and the most intelligent words he used were “stop squirming, girly.”  right before he smacked me across the face for disobeying his orders.

     His strong hand smacked against my skin and made a clapping sound. I didn't make a noise I just glared at him. My face was stinging but I couldn't show weakness. Bridger tried to move his hands and get to his feet. He looked so angry. He was furious at this buffoon for putting his hands on me. “Fuck you!” he yelled. “Keep your filthy hands off of her, scum!”  He laughed loudly, the sound reverberating against the walls. He ignored Bridger and spoke again to me. “We’'ll break you, we always break the girls who try to act tough.” I gulped. Girls. That means we were not the first and maybe not even alone here. “So you have others here too?” He laughed again. “We had others… they didn't make it. Not very high pain thresholds.”

        Bridger was staring at me his face full of anguish. “Don't hurt her. Hurt me, you sick fuck!” he demanded. The man continued to laugh and drew his fist back and punched Bridger in his nose. Bridgers blood was splattered on the floor and leaking out of his nose. He grunted in pain and shimmer away from the man. “Keep your fucking mouth closed to idiot.” He said as he slammed the door behind him.

The large oak door banged against the door frame. I heard a metallic bolt click, he had locked it behind him. It had a small circular place cut out in the middle with thick iron bars in it. There was also another slot below it. This one was longer and rectangular. It was obviously a place for food and other items to be shoved in to us.

    I snapped back to reality when Bridger spoke to me again. “I am sorry that all of this happened to us, to you...and on your birthday.” he truly sounded anguished. It was my turn to calm him. “It's not your fault…” I looked at him and to my surprise he looked away from me.

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          After Bridger stayed for a little while longer he said he had to get to his new place. I looked at him. “You have a place already?” He laughed and just stared back at me. “I have a confession. I already took the job.” he smiled mischievously. “I wanted to be near you and I hoped you wanted that too.” I nod a little unsure about the whole situation.  

   “ I'm sorry I hope I didn't weird you out.” he said looking embarrassed. I smiled at him. “It's okay.” He took my hand and we walked to the front door. He stared down at me and said, “May I take you on a date?” I could feel my cheeks growing warm. I giggled. “Yes.” He smiled brighter than I ever thought possible, all of his straight pretty teeth showing. “Tomorrow around 5:30 PM?” He asked. “Okay.” I agreed. “Where are we going?” His grin turned playful “It's a surprise, obviously.” he laughed and pulled me to him.

        He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. I tilted my head back to look at him and he leaned in and brushed his lips softly against my own. Then he kissed my forehead and held his lips there for a few seconds. “I love you, Emerson Kathleen Granby.”