Stolen

Chapter 3

The sun was shining through the window and woke me up. I slowly got up. I walked up to the door and twisted the door knob, it was locked.

"Damn it!" I whispered to my self. I stood there and thought for a second. I could try to climb out the window! I got up on the bed and reached for the window, it was too high. How was I every gonna get out of this room! I walked back to the door and banged on it as hard as I could.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Nothing was happening. Suddenly, I heard foot steps coming up. I stepped back from the door. The door opened and I saw the guy from yesterday, he looked exhausted.

"I see your awake," he yawned.

"Yes can I please go now," I tried to slip out of the door but he held me back.

"What the hell! You said you would let me go today," I was getting mad again, but I tried to keep calm.

"Um... change of plans," he gave me an evil smirk, " I heard you sing last night and I thought to myself... that voice it sounds so familiar..." he leaned on the door.

"Crap!" I thought to myself.

"I know who you really are. I don't know how I didn't notice yesterday. Your the 'Ariana Grande'," he said. I tried to make a run for it but he got a hold of my arm.

"Just let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone!" I begged.

"I don't believe you. If I do let you go, you'll tell the world and the cops will come looking for me. Do you know how long I would be in jail for 'kidnaping' a celebrity?!" he said.

"Just let me go!" I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I held them back.

He pushed me back into the disgusting room and closed the door. Before he left I yelled,

"Can I at least eat something? I'm starving!"

He opened the door and led me to the kitchen.

"We have noodles and canned beans. Which do you prefer?" he asked.

"... did you just say 'we'?" I said confused.

"Yes. I don't live here alone. Who would."

"Who else lives with you?"

"Just some two other guys, Robbie and Felix."

"Well... where are they? Are they stealing other people to?"

"No. We don't steal people. They went to get more food. Talking about food, noodles or beans?"

"Noodles," I said, "So umm... what's your name?"

"Why are you gonna go report me to the cops," he said while he prepared the noodles.

"No."

"My name is Alexander, Alexander Drake. But if you want, you can call me Alex."

The microwave beeped and Alex took out the noodles. He poured them into a bowl, grabbed a fork and put it in the noodles. He set the noodles down on the table. I sat down and began to eat.