ABDUCTED

CHAPTER SEVEN

I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. I had a huge head ache. I looked around the room and jumped back when I saw Jason sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked down and saw that I was clothed and praised God for that. I stared at him for a moment as he looked right back at me.

“What?” I asked nervously and scooted back a bit more.

“I was just checking to see if it was you.” He commented still observing me. What the hell does that mean? I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I started to stand and watched him as I did. If he made a move I was going to drop kick his ass. I walked towards the bathroom glancing back to make sure he was still there. What the hell was he staring at! I quickly shut the bathroom door and locked the door sighing. I awkwardly used the bathroom knowing he could break in here if he really wanted too. Once done, I brushed my hair, then my teeth with the purple tooth brush I had found under the sink when I first got here. Once done I grabbed a small cup sitting on the counter and filled it with water. I tip toed to the door and placed my ear to it. I did not hear any movement and hoped that meant he was gone. I gently opened the door and poked my head out to see Jason still sitting on my bed staring. I rolled my eyes and flung the door open stepping out.

“Okay what the hell is your problem? Why do you keep staring at me?!” I demanded in exasperation. He tilted his head to the side looking at me for a moment before standing. I took a giant step back at his movement unsure.

“Like I said earlier, I was checking to see if this is really you.”

“Well let me help you with that. Yes unfortunately this is me, kidnapped and locked away against my will. Now stop looking at me like that!” I hissed as I started to walk around the edge of the room to get to the nightstand next to the bed. I kept an eye on him as I neared the nightstand. He was still staring! I went to grab the pill bottle and noticed there were two instead of one. I placed the cup of water down and picked the bottles up looking at them in confusion. One was the Tourette’s medication and I scanned the other. I huffed and dropped my arms to my sides as I realized what they were.

“Of course.” I whispered under my breath in understanding. My psycho pills. Now I understand what Jason meant, seeing if it was really me. I must have had an episode. I slammed the offensive meds back onto the table before taking the top of the Tourette meds and taking out a couple. After putting the bottle back down, I grabbed the water and downed to pills. The last thing I needed was my ticks bugging the hell out of me. I sat the water down and looked over to see Jason watching me intently.

“Damn it! I am not having an episode now! I don’t even remember what the hell I did! I am a crazy bitch sometimes, get over it!” I screamed snatching up the crazy meds and popping the top off. I poured what I needed into my hand and placed the rest back on the table retrieving the water again.

“See? I am taking the psycho meds so get a grip!” I growled popping the pills in my mouth and swallowing them down. I really hated taking those damn things. I gulped the rest of the water and sat the cup down. I turned to face him on the other side of the bed still looking at me. Now he was just trying to get on my nerves. Calm down Alex. I took a deep breath trying to keep my cool but he was seriously asking for it. I looked at him and glared seeing that he had a slight smile appearing. He was definitely trying to get on my nerves. Don’t do it Alex. He can snap you like a twig. He is three times your size. I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

“I am about to kick your ass. Stop staring.” I warned and he just raised an eyebrow amused. What the hell? Either he kills me in battle or he kills me in my captivity and I choose to go down with chunks of his ass under my nails! I grabbed the cup from the nightstand and chucked it at his head. He laughed and lifted his arm blocking it. While he wasn’t looking, I hopped onto the bed quickly and lunged at him, knocking him onto the floor. I sat on top of him and began hitting him upside the head.

“I. TOLD. YOU. TO. STOP. LOOKING. AT. ME. DAMNIT!” I said in between each hit. He laughed harder and that made me even more pissed. I wasn’t even hurting this son of a bitch! I reached up and grabbed a lamp from the other table on this side of the bed. I reared back and slammed it onto his head. The lamp shattered with the force and I felt the shards slice my hand. As long as I hurt him it was worth it. I stood up and looked at my hand. Well damn. That looks deep. I looked over at Jason and he was sitting up with a gash on his head. I was satisfied with that. He looked at me and grinned.

“Are you shitting me!” I cursed as he stood looking as happy as ever. Well I did knock him in the head with a marble toilet top and he didn’t seem hurt by that. I shouldn’t be surprised. I stomped into the bathroom and ran cool water over my bleeding hand. As the blood cleared, I gripped at the shards in my hand and yanked them out.

“Shit!” I groaned as I grabbed the second piece. I bit my bottom lip and pulled it out quickly. I grunted in pain but took the last one and snatched it. I let the water rinse it more while bending over and looking under the sink for a cloth. I grabbed one and folded it before placing it over my wound. I shut the water off and pressed on the cloth with force to contain the bleeding. Next time decapitate his fucking head and see if he smiles after that!

“You ok?” I nearly jumped out of my skin as I swung around to see Jason standing there looking at my hand then me.

“Peachy.” I pushed past him and walked towards the door. I can’t stand being in a room with him. I yanked open the door and stormed out. I made my way into Dr. O’Neil’s work room and began looking through the cabinets.

“What are you doing?” Jason questioned from the doorway and I ignored him the best I could. I grabbed alcohol and gauze from one shelf and moved to another. I looked through and picked up a little box to look inside. I saw a needle and thread, nodding in approval. I sat it next to the gauze and alcohol then removed the cloth. Looks like I’m a good bleeder. I went over to the sink next to me and turned it on.

“You are not going to sew your own hand up.” Jason said in disapproval and I snorted.

“Watch me.” I am pretty pain tolerant and I don’t trust him to do it. I rinsed the blood off before turning the sink off. I grabbed the alcohol and held my breath as I poured it over my hand. I gritted my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from screaming bloody murder. That shit burns like hell! I grabbed a clean paper towel next to the sink and patted my hand dry. I grabbed the needle and held it over the sink, pouring alcohol over it. I heard Jason sigh as I went to sew my hand up.

“You are not going to sew your own hand up.” He repeated grabbing my wrist.

“Yes I am. I am sure as hell not letting you do it.” I spat snatching my hand away.

“I am going to do it.” He said with confidence and I moved away from him.

“You will not touch me.” I seethed and he let out a breath in agitation.

“I will hold you down and do it if I have to.”

“Your threat isn’t going to work this time!” I hissed angrily and he just shook his head. He walked over to me and quickly snatched the needle from my hand and forced me towards the table.

“Let go of me!” I punched him with my good hand but he didn’t move a bit. He lifted me onto the table and pushed me down as he straddled me.

“Get off me!” I yelled trying to push him off. He had my legs pinned and took my good arm placing it under his leg. He gripped my injured hand and held it steady no matter how much I fought. This wasn’t fair! I stopped fighting and laid there giving up. It was no use in fighting. I would always lose. Andrea would slap me if she knew I was tossing in the towel like this, but she wasn’t here. I was alone and I couldn’t fight back. I turned my head to the side and sulked as I waited for Jason to finish with my hand. I refused to look at him. I didn’t want to be near him. I hated him! I felt the needle move through my skin repeatedly and forced myself to think about something else. I couldn’t think about my family without getting upset so I decided to think about cupcakes. I always loved cupcakes. I was never big on cakes, but cupcakes, I could do. Cupcakes made me happy. Oh great. Now I want a damn cupcake.

“All done. See? That wasn’t too bad was it?” Jason asked getting off of me. I sat up and looked at my bandaged hand. I dropped my hand and hopped off of the table silently. I didn’t want to talk to him. I refused to talk to him. I left out without a word and went back to my room. As soon as the door was shut, I crawled back into my bed with my back facing the door. This was me giving up.