Raine Walker

Chapter Seven*

        "How do you feel?" I glance up at the insanely blue eyes peering down at me, with so much curiosity that it shook me awake pretty quickly. I study his light brown hair, seeing how it was somewhat messy. His facial features consisted of somewhat noticeable cheekbones and a defined chin. I don't know why, but I feel like I've met him before. "Raine?"

        "I-I," I stutter by accident. "I''m fine."

        "Well, you passed out," a voice echoed from behind the guy peering down at me. The familiar stranger exchanged his glance behind him, shooting a dirty look. I could see the other guy, Scott, shrug as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. 

        At the moment, I'm at total loss. What the hell is going on? They're worried about my condition of well being? The last I remembered, I've been kidnapped. Why are they treating me like I'm some sort of friend? I'm definitely not their friend...

        Am I in the twilight zone?

       "Scott, shut up," the familiar stranger spouts strongly and confidently. In the midst of their dirty looks to each other, I begin to sit up, brushing my hair behind my ears. I glance out the window, seeing that night has fallen. I've been gone for three days now, deprived of sleep, food and water. Deprived of my home. My life.

        I don't find the liberty to talk. Why would I want to talk to these strangers? They took me, for a reason that's still unknown to me. Obviously, they understand why they took me. I'm still lost in a deep sea of confusion.

        "Look. I never introduced myself. I'm Adam," the guy that's the closest to me puts out his hand, offering me to shake it. He had this encouraging look, maybe the look is hopeful, that puzzled me. I look down at his hand, studying his interaction. Why are they acting like this? It takes a moment, but Adam realizes that I'm not going to take the hand of my kidnapper and shake it.

        "Right. You don't trust us," Adam breathes, disappointed as he removes his hand and rubs on his jeans. He looked down at the floor, trying to find the words to keep the conversation moving.

        "Why should I?" I ask, a roll in my tone that made me sound bitchy. I had a right to be.

        "Noted," Adam sighs, standing up. "There's food and water right here. Bathroom's through the door right there if you need to shower."

        What's happening?

        Adam exits the room after that. I sit there, glancing across the room to find Scott's gaze. His dark brown eyes were somewhat concerned, more than I though a kidnapper would show. Scott then shakes his head, exiting the room as well. Finally, I'm left alone to literally drown in my thoughts. Yep. It's official. I'm in the twilight zone.

        I glance over at the tray of food that laid beside my bed. A sandwich. From what I could tell, it was made with ham and cheese, lettuce and tomatoes. I lift the bread, finding no mayonnaise. How did they know I didn't like mayonnaise? Okay, maybe I'm being a little paranoid. I take a deep breath. I look at the glass of iced water that sat beside the plate. I reach over, grabbing the cool glass of fresh water. 

        Paranoia swept over me, making me sniff the water to check for something that could raise a red flag. Nothing. I decided to take a sip, feeling the cool water go down my throat. I have to be honest; it was quite refreshing. I then grab the sandwich. Apart of me tells me that I shouldn't eat this. Paranoia is to blame. I take a bite anyway, feeling my stomach growl. 

        After eating, I venture my way towards the bathroom. There's one window, overlooking the vast area of trees. I glance at the shower. I really need to shower. 

        What is there to tell me? What are they keeping? I knew there was something odd going on in this because of their interaction towards me. They acted oddly friendly, not unless that was just an act. Possibly. But there was something about the way they tried so hard, like it was in their best interest to have me like them. Like is a strong word. Accept? 

        Especially in the eyes of Adam. He looked hurt when I didn't accepted to shake his hand. That threw me off a it. Another flag, I probably wouldn't consider it a red flag, was that he seemed familiar to me. It was like I've met him before, at least once in my life. It's like when you meet an old high school friend when you're thirty. You just can't place the name on the familiar face. In my case, his name is Adam. Adam what? What's his last name? What's either of their last names?

        Why the hell am I curious for their last names?

        After I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, I realize the only clothes I have are my dirty clothes. I glance up, to a shelf parallel from me. There, on the top shelf, lay a pair of clothes. I walk over, seeing it was a pair of skinny jeans and a logo t-shirt. I threw it on, deciding that it would work. On the counter, laid a brush. Wait a second. Did they have this all planned out?

        After combing through my hair, I felt refreshed. I was in a state of mind that I was determined for more answers. The questions were burning inside me like a fire, and each moment was just more fuel being thrown onto the fire.

        Ugh...