Joanne through the years.

Kidnap

Dianne
I woke up first as usual because I loved mornings.  I was still snuggled into Joe who was fast asleep.  I shook him awake.
"Morning Di" he yawned. "Thanks for everything you know" he mumbled.
"Don't thank me Joe.  I care about you.  Why wouldn't I do this?"
"Nobody's ever cared about me enough to stand up to my dad" he replied.  I felt sorry for him. He had had such a hard time at home and he didnt really seem to think that anybody cared about him.
"Well I care about you a lot Suggy" I hugged him tightly.  We pulled away and placed our foreheads on each other.  My arms snaked around his neck and his, my waist.
"I've never been this close to anybody in my life.  I know you better than I know my own family" I told him.
"Same.  You know how far away I felt from my friends whenever you first moved here.  And then we made friends and all of a sudden I had somebody to talk to and I trust you" he whispered, causing shivers to run down my spine then without thinking about what I was doing I leaned in.  To my surprise, Joe did the same.
The door banged open and in bounded Zoe.
"I'm freeeeeeeee" she giggled.  She then stopped and looked at our bright red faces.  I was kind of annoyed.  That was the second time that Zoe had stopped me from kissing Joe. "Did you kiss?" she giggled and climbed closer to us, putting her face really close to ours.
"No we didn't.  Plus, I have a bone to pick with you" Joe tickled her side and she fell down onto the bed, giggling.
"What is it?" she asked, all of a sudden very serious.
"You got so drunk that you broke mums family heirloom vase."
Zoe frowned then covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh my life i forgot about that.  Mum is gonna kill me.  Also, have either of you seen Alfie anywhere?" she looked suddenly a bit sad.
"Ummm no.  Not since he ran away from Dad" Joe replied.
"Oh crap.  I better find him."
"Hang on Zoe.  Do you feel better?" Joe asked. His eyes full of concern.  Awww he was adorable. He really cared about Zoe so much.  Pity Zoe cared about someone else more...
"I'm good Joe but I really must find Alfie. See ya" she then scurried out of the room.
"Don't worry about me" Joe said sarcastically. "I almost died and I'm gonna be in hospital for a few days and my own fathers been chucked out for abusing me but nope im totally fine" he rolled his eyes.  I giggled.
"I worry about you Joseph.  I probably worry more than anyone.  I worry enough to fill the worries of all your friends and family.  I thought you had died whenever I broke down that door."

"Honestly.  So did I.  For a moment before I fainted I just thought 'what the heck have i done? I am an actual idiot'".
I laughed again and soon our conversation had moved onto all sorts of topics.  I really did love him.  He was so easy to talk to.  There was never a dull moment between us.  Every second was full of fun and laughter.
Whenever Joe got out of hospital he returned home.  The nurse never reported his dad but it didnt matter much as he was never home and spent every second of everyday at work...or so I thought.  I hadnt seen Joe or Zoe for a few days.  I assumed that Joe was just finishing off his recovery at home but Zoe was perfectly fit for school so I couldnt understand why she wasnt coming.  Then neither of them answered my texts and very soon I began to get seriously worried.  After a week of silence I decided that enough was enough and made my way to Joes house.  There were no cars in the driveway which meant that their parents were out. This was reassuring as although I had only met them briefly, I was in no hurry to repeat the experience again.  I knocked on the front door but there was no reply.  I frowned.  Something felt wrong.  Like really wrong.  I couldnt quite put my finger on it.  I walked round the back and tried the back door.  Still no reply.  All the windows were closed tightly.  I tried to peer through them but the curtains had been pulled.  I sighed and walked over to their garden shed which was mercifully open.  I grabbed a hammer and made my way to a window.  I chose one that went into the utility room which I figured wasnt used very often.  I slammed it off the window, shattering it into thousands of tiny pieces.  I then pulled myself through, cutting my hands on the glass that was still attached at the sides.  I leapt lightly off the window sile and onto the floor.
"Joe? Zoe?" I called.  I walked out of the room and into the hallway.  Ouch.  I had stood on something sharp.  I looked down.  The fragments of broken glass from the vase still littered the floor.  Why hadnt they cleaned this up?  I looked to my right.  Plaster still covered the floor from the large hole Joe had made in the wall.  This wasnt right.  Surely someone would have cleaned this up by now. It had happened two weeks ago.  I backed away and walked up the stairs and glanced in Joes bedroom. The door was still off and all the fragments of wood and wall still covered the carpet.  I heard a sudden moan from the room opposite which I knew to be Zoe's.   I ran to her room and tried to open the door.  It was locked.
"Zoe?" I banged on the door.  "Zoe are you in there?"