SMOSH THROUGH TIME: The Exciting Middle Part (Book Two)

Chapter Three - Two's Company

Anthony Padilla

  "Help! Ian!" I punched on the door dozens of times, but it hopeless was as the door was made out of thick wood. I went back down the basement, looking for another exit but all I saw was a small window. I tried squeezing myself through it, only my head could fit.

I hope Ian will notice that I'm gone and will come looking for me.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and shouted at the top of my lungs, "IAAAAN!"

Then I heard someone yell above me, "Take him to the station!" A man with a raspy voice said.

"Wait! You can't take me! I'm innocent!" I recognized that it was Ian, and it looked he's caught by the police. Shit.

Great. How am I gonna get out of here? Now that Ian's going to jail.

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Day one in captivity, Ian has been caught by the police and I'm helpless here, slumped on the floor, starving and cold. My stomach growled. I need to eat something. I looked around the room and saw two cans of dog food at the far end of the corner.

It'll do, I'm fucking starving.

I stood up and went to the other side of the room, picked up the cans and looked at the expiration dates.

Best Before 8-21-2014

Best Before 3-30-2013

"Eww, doesn't the neighbor throw away the expired cans?" I said disgusted, but it should do. I pulled out my pocket knife and sliced open one of the cans. The smell stung my nose, it almost made me barf.

I placed the can near my mouth, lifted the bottom of the can and drank the mushy food. I have to tell you it did not taste good, it's liver flavor but it's the only way I'll last long enough for someone to find me.

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I don't know how long I've been here, I'm completely out of supplies, I should not have eaten all of that dog food in one day. I smell of sweat and barf, my shirt's all messed up and my pants are ripped open in various places. I looked at my reflection at my pocket knife and gee I look like a caveman. This is crazy, I'm going nuts in here, nobody knows that I'd gone missing.

I decided to record my last goodbyes. I pulled my phone from my pocket.

Then I realized, "Wait, I had my phone all this time, why didn't I just call for help? Stupid." I slapped my forehead. However, I found out that it was no use; there was no signal in the basement.

I fired up the camera app and pressed the record button.

"To who shall find me—or what's left of me, please tell my future wife that I love her so much, and that I'll always be by her side. Babe, I love you so much." I sobbed.

"Ian Andrew Hecox, thanks for being a great best friend and this time I mean it, for the adventures we had and for being there for me when I need your help. I hope you're doing fine in prison, and I hope you never drop the soap in the shower." I snickered.

"Ian's mom, you're hot." She is.

Then at the corner of my eye, something moved on the wall it was a secret compartment. A small part of the concrete, just as small as an air vent popped off the wall, exposing a passageway. Inside the hole was pitch black, then a rattling sound came from the dark hole, this is one freaky shit, feels like I was in a horror movie. I scrunched up in a corner far away from the passageway, and called out,