GONE

04

It seemed like time had stopped right there in that moment. The sound of my heavy pants echoing through my ear drums as my eyes registered the scene before me.

There stood my kidnapper at the door frame, smirking almost triumphantly as a heavy figure lay limp in his arms, slouched across him. The light from the doorway continued flickering as my heart began to tighten as it lit on the figure's face.

Tommy.

"I have a new toy for you" My kidnapper speaks, breaking off the tension filled silence. I dart my gaze towards him and watch as he continues to walk down the steps and towards the cage, Tommy's feet grazing on the concrete as he lets out a small moan.

"Tommy!" I gasp out loud finally finding my voice as I manage to push myself off the floor and quickly run towards the door of the cage. My fingers wrap around the bar as I attempt to shake it.

Endless thoughts began to swirl violently through my head as I try to clear my thoughts.

What was Tommy doing here? How did my kidnapper know him? Had he been kidnapped walking home from school too?

Tommy Jacob's was our school's resident bad boy. He was a senior of course who had to repeat his year twice for failing most of his classes. He went through girls like pieces of clothing, burned his lungs and liver with drugs, smokes and booze. He ticked off all the boxes in the cliche section.

My kidnaper finally stops in front of the caged door before glaring at me with a menacing threatened stare. I gulp nervously before staring at him before slowly backing. He nods his head in approval as he opens the door and throws Tommy's body into the cage, stepping out as he locks it.

Tommy's body slumps back heavily on the ground, as his breathing his almost slow, fatal. His battered wide frame lay unconscious on the ground.

Tears began to stream down my face as I quickly approach him, bending down on my knees as I tilt his head slightly to reveal his face and I let out a gasp.

Tommy's face had been left with no mercy, from almost every inch of his skin was covered in blood, open cuts or blue/ purple bruises. I felt bile linger at the back of my throat as I pinched myself to stay strong.

Please Grace, don't vomit.

His left and right eye both were covered with black as it creeped around his eyes and down towards his cheeks. He had an open slice wound cut just above his forehead and cuts on his soft lips, trailing stains of blood to crawl.

My gaze lingers at his broken face for a moment as my eyes trail down. There seemed to be a large amount of blood loss coming from his lower body. Gulping nervously as my fingers shake in fear, I slowly lift the t shirt open and feel almost light headed as I take in his wound.

It was an open slice, cutting from just underneath his nipple down to just above his waistline. Red blood seeped out and into his shirt as the stench of cold metal filled my air. I felt sick.

With a blurry vision, I turn around to see my kidnapper staring at us with ... excitement? Curiosity? Whatever the hell it was, that gaze sent chills down my spine.

Mustering up any courage I had, I asked "What did you do to him!"

He smiles in response as he begins to left and walk around the cage, his long fingertips slapping against the cold metal making a cringe noise.

"Nothing that won't heal over time. Relax princess, your boyfriend is okay. For now.."

Silence froze in the air as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise. My hands began to shake beneath me I tried to hold myself together.