She's Not Afraid (One Direction/5SOS)

Chapter 12

I fluttered my eyes open.

SHIT! I'm late for work!

Honestly that's the least of my problems but I basically live off of my job.

Wait. Where am I?

I'm not in my house, not in the park. I'm in a basement, I think. An empty one. Gee thanks whoever left me in here, you could have left a mini fridge.

One door; No windows.

I charge towards that door, not even a budge.

Locked.

I try and try.

Nothing.

I slid down against the wall and sit there.

'Hello?' I screamed feeling hopeless.

I stared at the cold dust wall opposite me.

The only thing I heard was a probably me breathing.

'What if she dies?' I faintly hear someone mumble behind the door.

There was hope, I could get out.

'Hello?' I loudly said walking towards the door.

'Shit she's awake. Give her the food.' The mumble continued.

The door clicked unlocked.

I reached for the handle and BAM!

A hand pushed my chest to the floor.

Ow. What the fuck?

'Excuse me?' I cussed.

'Sorry honey, um what do you think you were doing?'

I didn't look up.

‘Do you wanna try it again?’

I said nothing.

‘Didn’t think so; eat this, its food. Don’t even ask what it is because I won’t tell you. Oh sweetie. My names Michael.’ He shoved a plate of mashed potatoes and something else towards my hands and exited the room with a slam on the door.

I didn’t even see him or his features; all I saw was his poor personality and attitude.

Can I stab him? Someone give me a knife.

More importantly can I leave?

Looking at the plate of food, it looks like a pile of white shit.

I'm fine with the mashed potatoes but there’s a very weird thing on the side. It looked like a spiky pepper thing that you sauté, but I don’t know my cooking at all, all I know is how to make cereal and eggs. Not together obviously.

Okay, can I just starve to death? My life would be better.

Urgh.

I'm not eating this.

‘Hey Michael, this looks like a gourmet dish, don’t you want some?’ I sarcastically shouted against the door.

‘That means; I don’t like this fucking food.’ I shouted once again.

Silence.

No-ones there.

Fuck my life.

I kicked the tray away from my presence. I don’t want to see that in my fucking life ever again. What do I do know?

Wait. My phone should be in my pocket…

I shoved my hand down my pocket and I can get out of this dump. I found my phone.

57% left, that’ll be fine. Hopefully this will last.

First person I call is Luke. One of my best-est friends.

Ring. Ring.

‘Your call cannot be answered at the moment, please check your service connection.’

Shit, I cussed. There’s no fucking service here. No food. No decent people. No wi-fi. No bloody nothing!

What the fuck am I supposed to do now? In this bloody situation.