Abducted | Michael Clifford [DISCONTINUED]

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-Alex's POV-

The next morning I woke up in the same room. It not being as dark as before, seeing as there was now sunlight shinning through a window on the right side of the room.

I had fallen asleep a couple of hours after Michael had left, trying to figure out what he could possible need someone like me for. Nothing sane coming to mind, but then again why would there?

He did abduct me.

Starring at the ceiling above me, I couldn't help but to think of Jonathan. I wonder how his date with Lauren had went.

Knowing him, he probably took her to the old Finley's Skating Rink not really being able to skate and fell on his ass about three-hundred times. Making a fool of himself like the dork he is. After that he'd take her to the food court and order pizza, dropping his slice on his shirt making a mess.

I miss him.

I miss my family. My friends. Just home in general.

I felt my eyes moisten as I blinked away a tear. I just really wanted to go home. I was scared and alone in this god forsaken room. It was dark and I didn't know what was going to happen to me. And that's what scares me the most.

Hearing my stomach growl, it didn't even occur to me on how long it's probably been since I had last eaten.

I started to thinking of a way to get my abductors attention. Though not being able to move much, I didn't have many options.

I started jerking on the ropes around my wrists again.

"HELP! Someone help me!" I screamed a few times knowing the words was useless. If I can annoy him enough to get him to back into this room, that was all that mattered.

After a minute or so if hollering, I heard faint swearing coming from outside the door. Quickly silencing, I now regret the idea all together. Fuck Alex, you could have just starved.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Michael swore bursting in the room. His voice shook loudly causing me to coward slightly, wishing I had kept my mouth shut.

"What's your fucking problem?" He asks again making me gulp, I'm so fucking stupid. "Answer me!" He demands shutting the door and coming to the center if the room.

"I'm hungry." I said a little over a whisper, afraid if I spoke any louder he would scream at me again. Fortunately he had heard me.

"That's it?" he said angrily running his hand through his fated red hair.

As bad as I hate to admit it, he absolutely terrifies me. The way his eyebrows furrow and his mouth opens slightly is the expression he holds when he is angry. I do not like it at all.

Nodding my head, Michael sighed.

He walked towards the bed grudgingly and leaned over me untying the ropes around my wrist.

When he leaned back up, he moved quickly causing me to flinch. Standing up straight, he had caught my movements and frowned; only for a second.

"Follow me and don't do anything stupid." He warned me retaining his previous attitude and escalated towards the door. I followed silently behind him like a lost puppy. Taking a glance around me as we head up a staircase.

We entered into what I would believe to be a living room. it had a small love seat against the back wall and a full couch adjacent of it. A small television set was placed at the front of the room. Quite simple for someone labeled in society as a criminal.

Leading me on into the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator revealing fully stocked shelves of frozen pizza and tv dinners.

"Help youself." he said leaning against the counter crossing his arms. "Just don't get the frozen dinners with the chicken nuggets."

I mentally rolled my eyes and looked into the fridge at when he had. I was surprised he even had food. Or offered it for that matter.

I settled on a frozen pizza and closed the fridge door. Michael was typing away effortlessly on his cellphone, with an expression I couldn't read. Setting the pizza on the counter, I preheated the oven to 350. I didn't really know what to do so I sat at the little bar and propped my elbow on the surface, resting my head in my hand, the chair sqeaking loudly.

The conversation Michael was having must be quite serious considering the fact he hasn't looked up once.

Suddenly I had got an idea.

"I have too pee." I said groaing, slumping in my seat. Once again Michael never glanced in my direction. I took this opportunity upon myself and stood up slowly.

"Michael." I spoke, a little louder this time, causing him to look up at me. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked him.

"C'mon I'll show you." Mentally rolling my eyes for the second time in the past thirty minutes, I muttered a few profanities and trailed behind him.

He took me to the second door on the left side of the hallway. Opening the door and walking in, I go to shut the door but a foot blocks it from closing all the way. I look up and see Michael staring at me closely.

"I'm going to be standing right outside the door." He hinted glancing behind me. I look back too see a window on the back wall, just big enough to get my body theough. Looking back at Michael, I tried to show no emotion.

"I won't do anything stupid." I said in the most serious tone I could pull off. I heard him mimic something as I finally shut the door behind me.

Standing there, I tried to figure out exactly how I was going to do this. After a minute, I flipped the shower head on.

"Michael?" I say through the door.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to get in the shower..." I say stupidly. To my surprise he muttered a whatever through the door and my plan began to fall into place.

I walked over to the window and put my foot up on the counter, grabbing the edge of the window to lift me. I pushed it open and began crawling out when I heard a voice.

"Fuck, Alex?" Shit. Right before I turn my head I saw Michael fling the door open, that same angry expression taking place like before. I scrambled out the window as fast as I could before he could do anything. I fell to the ground with a thud, and winced at the pain.

"Alex! I swear to fucking god!"

Not really having the time to worry about my ass, I took off running across the grass and down the trail. I was absolutely in the middle of nowhere, not knowing where the hell I was. or even where I was going. all I knew was I couldn't stop running as I heard the screaming and swearing of Michael behind me. I just couldn't let him catch me, because if he did, it sure as he'll would be the end if me.

A/n: SORRY GUYS IF THIS IS HORRIBLE, ITS ACTUALLY ALOT LONGER THAN THE OTHERS AND IM KINDA PROUD OF THAT. I GUESS THIS KINDA LATE AND I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. AND THANK YOU FOR TEN HEARTS AND OVER 70 READS IN THREE DAYS! COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER! CRITICISM IS WELCOME I GUESS? AND PLEASE PLEASE VOTE! I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. {BTW ITs 2 o'clock in the morning and I have school at six so you better love me hehe}