Hopefully this chapter is better than the last one! It's longer at least(: I still need to go through and edit some things, so don't eat me if you see something. Well... Happy reading, i guess! ~Syd
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Chapter four: Mixed Emotions
Oh, wonderful. I've been kidnapped by a bunch of lunatics. What does he mean home? I have a home! It is a small home in the woods. It has a rough wooden fence surrounding it and has two floors. Even though my parents and I don't get along too well, it's home. Other than that, I stay at the dance studio for most of the day. This mysterious place was defiantly not my home! I had no idea who those men were! They are absolutely crazy! Maybe they are pulling a joke on me, I considered. I shook my head at that thought. People don't really notice me much and this would take an awful lot of work to pull. What was happening to me was real. I'm not going to wake up from a dream. Unable to control my thoughts, my eyes brimmed with tears. What if I could never see my friends? What if they never let me go? What if they torture me. Fear clawed at my stomach, making me ill. No! Don't think thoughts like that! I commanded myself.
Breathing in, I tried to clear my mind. I felt his joyful eyes, not yet realizing my reaction to his words, bore into me. I glanced down at my hands, unable to take his eyes drilling into me anymore. The soft baby blue blanket was clenched in my trembling hands, turning my knuckles white. The tears I'd tried to hold back spilled down my burning, flushed cheeks as terrible thoughts raced through my mind. I've never been pretty when I cried. I had to release the blanket and cover my eyes, giving my head a few vigorous shakes; I tried to calm down.
I tried to suck any ounce of courage I had to look up at him again. His joyous face had transformed into concern. Dark eyebrows knit together, his eyes a bit clouded over with a trace of sympathy. I shut my eyes and breathed in, "Please stop staring at me like that. I have no idea who you are or why you want me. You know my name, but how? I need someone to fill me in on something before I go insane! This is not my home and you are crazy!" I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep my voice calm.
His face twisted until it portrayed confusion and hurt. What I said must've taken him back. Soon enough, he was sitting next to my bed. Leaning forward, he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. He looked like he was going to cry, as well. "You don't remember anything about this place, Lauren? You don't remember me? How could you not.." He faltered. He sounded so weak. The pain I had seen moments earlier was replaced by anger, his eyes bright, "What the hell did they do to you?" He was shouting now. He searched my face, looking for something. The sad thing was, I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. I'm sure I looked like a scared toddler, hovering away from him, crying, and my shoulders hunched over while he held up my face. He took hold of my shoulders and began to shake me. "Lauren Daring, what happened to you?" He was furious! He looked like a madman! Frankly, it was scaring me to death!
"Stop it! Stop!" My voice came out stronger than I thought it would, but it was still quiet and weak. "Please, stop! I don't know what you are talking about! Please explain something to me!" I was begging now, shouting through tears. That broke him. Realization was setting in, and he released me. I practically fell off the bed with the momentum he'd built up! He held his face in his hands, balancing his elbows on his knees.
"I'm sorry. I waited so long to see you again, Lauren. They said you'd only be gone for a year," his voice cracked, "but you were gone for nearly three. Back at the dance studio, I realized why they had kept you away for so long. You were still on the grid." Looking up, he added, "You know the owner of that dance studio, Amanda Schuers? She was never your friend. She was watching you- for us."
I shook my head hard, "Explain everything to me, or I will lose it.," pointing at him I added,"starting with your name, please." I made sure to put in "please" in hopes that he wouldn't shake me to death again! I met his hurt, clouded green eyes' stare with my determind blue eyes. Crossing my arms with a huff, I whipped my legs off the bed. "Well, if you aren't going to help me, I will find someone who will."
"No! Wait! You can't just go out there like that!" He said rapidly, catching my arm. Dang, he was fast! I sighed, I wasn't going to get anywhere at this rate. He hesitated, "My name is Zach." The he muttered, "You should already know it." Clearing his throat, he spoke up, "If you want to hear everything, you might want to sit down."
"Well, Zach," I tried the name out, tasting it on my tongue, "Can we please get out of this room? I feel like it's slowly closing in on me." With a brisk nod, he gestured for me to follow him through the medium sized door way. Gathering my thoughts, I followed him.
Zach led me through a long, narrow corridor. It was very bare; not much color with nothing on the walls. The floor was tiled and a bit slick. I lost my footing a few times! I still wonder where I am. I don't know how I am being so calm with all of this! Maybe because being with him did feel familiar, a little bit, at least. I have no idea why, though! I don't think I've ever met him. He had very defined muscles, no one I knew had that, even though they acted as if they did. Honestly, they had no reason to act as arrogant as they were. His hair was a chestnut brown color and looked as if he had ran his hand through it too many times. He was very tense as he walked down the corridor. I wonder why he was so nervous and stiff. I wonder if it has to do with- BAM. He stopped in front of me, but I had been so deep in thought, I smacked into his back. I lost my footing after that and fell on my bum. I groaned and rubbed my back side, this is not my day. Before I could even look up, I was yanked onto my feet. Shocked, I let out a yelp. I was embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks burning as I muttered a thank you.
"Can you try to not be a clutz?" he scoffed in a joking manner.
I narrowed my eyes and hissed, "Just hurry up all ready."
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We eventually reached where he was leading me. It was another room, but this one was much larger. The walls were an olive green color and the floors had a fluffy carpeting. Still, there was no windows in the room. It was lit with a few lamps in the corners of the room. Two couches lined a wall on the left side of the room and a coffee table with two dark green chairs on the right. As I stepped into the the large room, my feet felt the soft carpet underneath. No wonder I kept slipping! I was in my- no someone's socks. I sighed, at least I have my own clothes on.
He headed to the left side of the room and sat on the leather ivory couch, while I avoided an awkard situation and sat on the opposite couch. "Well, start from the beginning. I want to hear it all. Overwhelm me."
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SO! Yeah, I kind of feel as if I am rushing through and it doesn't flow.. Is that the case? Let me know (Inbox me). I decided to save all the explanations for the next chapter, mainly because I need to get my thoughts under control. Another cliff hanger... don't attack me, please. If you are still reading, thank you! I LOVE YOU. XOXO. <3 <3 Any feedback would be nice. VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE! ~Syd(:
P.S. Know any songs I could put with this?(:
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No Boundaries (On Hold)
Подростковая литератураLauren Daring was always the quiet type. Things at school were never the best- she didn't have too many friends. She would get away from the world by dancing. After school, she would head up to the dance studio. Lauren was there so much, she had he...
