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

THIRTEEN

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It says clearly in the description that I am working full time and am also in college and that I would post a chapter a week, and I have gotten some rude messages/comments this week. It says in the description and comments about it. I am sorry. I am a busy woman and write when I can! I appreciate you reading the book but cut me some slack... Thank you all for your patience and kindness. I owe you all so much <3  This is my story though, I am choosing to share it rather than keeping it to myself and I will tell it however and whenever I can. Please understand and bare with me.
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My entire body seemed to shake with anticipation. I had a battle raging inside my head. I didn't want to hear my grand father's words anymore because inevitably they would the last of him. The very worst part. The part that described his impending demise. What was he going to say? How did my great uncle fit into this? Was this a trick? Was my great uncle responsible? Or was someone worse out there? Someone who didn't live by my grand father or my uncles code. Someone who was incredibly dangerous. Someone who took me. I pressed play again, and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. My mind was completely sodden with so many thoughts and feelings.

"I wasn't sure if my brother was being dramatic or if he was really turning over a new leaf because he was scared. My only concern was that I believed the words he wrote. Even after all the betrayal and lying I didn't think he was lying this time. I decided to go to him. As the rest of the week dragged along I was filled with unease about the situation but on Sunday morning I was completely convinced that I must go to him so that night I went. As midnight quickly approached I got into my car and headed to our meeting spot. It was a river we used to play in as children. We always would meet here. As I waited by the rushing water a sense of being watched engulfed me. I felt eyes on me. I felt like someone was going to jump out at any moment. As the minutes ticked by I tried to put the feeling behind me. I checked my watch it was 1:05 AM he still hadn't arrived.

He was usually never late, hell usually arrived before I would but I waited patiently for him to arrive, none the less. After 30 minutes I was forced to conclude he wasn't coming. My brother was dead, gravely injured, or just fucking with me." I felt a pang of unease. My phone began to ring. I jumped at the noise and peered down at the illuminated screen. It was Bridger. Why would he be calling me so late? or early? I didn't even know what time it was. I answered. "Hello?" I said softly. "Emerson" he said quietly back. "Hi" I said lamely "Sorry to call so late.. but.. I just wanted to hear your voice. I can't sleep." My heart squeezed affectionately. "It's okay. It's good to hear your voice too." I pulled the phone back and checked the clock it was 4:46 AM. My mom would be getting the kids ready for school in an hour and I had absolutely no desire to be caught in the basement, so I told whispered softly to Bridger, "Can I call you right back... bathroom?" he chuckled a little and said "Okay, can't wait." I felt a pang of disappointment for lying to him but what the hell could I tell him?

I quickly gathered my things but left the takes and device out because who else knows about it anyway? I walked as quickly as I could up the stairs and into my grandfathers study, straight up the stairs and down the hall as quietly as I could to my bed room. I locked the door behind me and crawled into bed, I pulled out a cigarette from my pack, stuck it between my lips, and struck the lighter and took a deep inhale. I removed my phone from my pocket and called Bridger back. He picked up on the first ring. "Hello, beautiful." he said that cute smile playing on his lips. "Hello." I said returning that smile in my own voice. "Why can't you sleep?"

"I'm just really having a rough night, my head is full of dangerous thoughts and weird feelings..." his voice trailed off and went quite. I nodded, my sleep deprived brain forgetting he couldn't see me. "I understand. I can't sleep either." the truth was that I could probably go to sleep instantly if I laid down but... I'm committed to the lie now. "What is your new place like?" I asked casting around for something to talk about. "It's not too big, it's nice though." "What does it look like?" I slowly hit my cigarette and listened to him speaking "Well, you walk in the front door straight into living room, it's very open and airy.." I puffed one last time and put my cigarette out in the ash tray and laid my head down on the pillow.

His voice started to fade away and my eyes closed.... The next thing I know I am back in that chair. My wrists are bound. My head is burning. I am trying to get loose but the ropes are too tight. My wrists are burning from the friction of the leather binds. The door swung open. It was the captor. He walked up to me and in one swift motion he swung back and punched my mouth hard. I tasted the metalic blood, my mouth was pouring the blood. He punched me again and my lights went out. I woke up later with Bridger rubbing my hair. "Are you okay, Emerson?" He asked looking me over. "I've been better..." I said touching my swollen mouth.