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

FOURTEEN

My mouth was dry and hurt quite a lot my confusion was mounting.  I just didn't understand why they were keeping me and Bridger here. What did they think we knew? I didn't know anything. I didn't want to even know. He was staring down at me with such obvious tenderness on his face that it almost felt indecent for me to look at him. "What happened to you?" His voice was weak and shaky.  He was terrified and I was afraid to tell him.  Did he have the same coming for him?

"They questioned me and tortured me." His look hardened, "what did the question you about? " He asked a little apprehensively "some crazy secret society that apparently my grand father was apparely  part of. I had no idea what they were talking about!  My grand father was a fucking bar tender!" Bridgers eyes narrowed and his eye brows knitted closer together. "A secret society? What the fuck this is real life not hollywood...  How did they tourture you?" He asked placing his hand softly against my cheek and rubbing away my tears with his thumb.

"Electrocution." I said flatly. Unease replaced the tenderness in his face.  "What kind of psychos? We have to get out of here, Em.." His voice trailed away and he looked unsure. He was totally right. We had to get out of here. But how? The lock disengaged on the door and swung forward, terror flooded me.  The tall buffoon came stumbling in.  And reached down to me pulling me off Bridgers lap with ease. He grabbed Bridgers arm and drug him from the room while he was kicking and screaming. I wanted to help him but I had very little strength left to me. He slammed the door shut behind him and I could hear Bridgers protests and screams of terror.

A loud knock jerked me from my sleep.  I opened my eyes blearily and stared around the room. Mom opened the door slowly and peered inside. "Sorry for waking you..." She said softly. She stepped into the room and walked over to my bed. "I love you. " She said bending over and hugging me tightly. "I love you mom" she ran her hand through my hair and said "The kids are at school and I was wondering if you would like to go to the nail salon with me today?" She smiled brightly. I looked up at her and saw the need on her face. "Okay,  sure.  Let's do it.  I need to get ready first though." She nodded and headed out the door. I laid there for a while staring at the ceiling. I got up and turned on my Bluetooth speaker and put my phone on shuffle. I walked to my vanity and pulled out my Xanax and snorted half of one. I slipped out of my clothes and got into the shower.

After my shower I got dressed quickly,  I pulled on a black Harry Potter T-shirt and pulled on some blue jeans.  I brushed my hair and teeth. I pulled out some makeup and put on some concealer and some highlighter. I pulled my dark hair back into a messy bun. I stared at myself in the mirror and decided this was as good as we were going to get.  The high from the Xanax was intense but I was good at hiding it. I sighed and walked out my door, down the hall, and into the kitchen where my mom was watching the news on the TV in the living room from her table. She smiled brightly when I walked into the room. "Are you hungry?" She asked politely "No thank you. " I said truthfully. She nodded and said she just wanted to finish the news and we could go.

I stepped out onto the back patio to smoke before we left. The sun was bright and warm. It felt lovely bathing light against my skin. The birds were singing and the wind was blowing lightly through the trees. I could hear the gardener cutting grass somewhere in the distance, the smell of freshly mowed lawn was hefty on the breeze. I inhaled deeply. I decided to check my phone. 

    I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I took another drag from my cigarette.  I had 3 new messages.  One was from Bridger,  it said "Good morning sleepy head.  Cannot wait to see you tonight.  😍😘" My heart gave a little flip and I texted back "I cannot wait to see you either! I'm sorry I fell asleep last night. 😔" I hit send. The second message was from Sam. "I love you. Let's hang out soon?? ❤" I smiled at my phone. "Yes! Please! 😘" The third message was from a number I didn't recognize. "I know you found the secret basement room. Do you want to know more? " My heart stopped.  I looked around cautiously thinking the worst. "Who is this?" I texted quickly.  Their reply came only a few seconds later. "Your grandfather's friend. Do you want to meet? " I gulped and texted back quickly. "Yes."