Broken

Eleven

     I continue walking through the night hoping to find any sign of a town. I walk for another hour getting very tired. I walk over a hill and see lights down below. There is a small town. I walk down there and into a random gas station. I didn't have any money so I just sigh and walk out. I walk around a bit and see a small alley in between a cafe and bar. I sat down and slowly drifted off to sleep. This is stupid.

      I feel someone tapping my shoulder and wake up. I look up to see a middle aged woman standing above me. I stand up to face her.

      "Sweetie, do you have somewhere to go?" She asks concerned.
      "Yes ma'am it's just really far away." She nods. She then digs into her purse. She hands me a $20 dollar bill and her phone.
      "You can call whoever you need to."
     "Thank you ma'am." I then dial my dad's number.

     "Hello?" I hear his voice.
     "Dad, it's me." I hear a gasp.
     "Jessie? Are you ok? Where are you?"
     "Yes dad I'm ok. I'm-" I get shot in the arm causing me to drop my phone. The lady gasps then falls over. There's a bullet wound in her head. I gasp. Aw shit this just got messy.
     "Jessie?! Jessie!" I hear my dad shout into the phone. I reach for it when suddenly someone picks it up. I look up to see a scary looking man. Damn alright.
      "Jessie is with me now." Is all he says before hanging up. He grabs my other arm and yanks me towards him.
      "You're mine now." He then whacks the side of my head with his gun and knocks me out.

I'm suddenly awoken and I look around. Pain shoots through my arm and I look over. I'm reminded of what happened due to the cloth tied tightly around my arm. I see I'm in some sort of bedroom. I go to stand up then realize my ankles are chained to the bed. I sit there trying to figure out how I could free myself. I should have googled this randomly at home.

"Hi there Jessie." Someone says as they walk in.
"W-who are you?" He gives a small smirk as I stutter.
"That's not important. What's important is trying to get Killian to come here." He smirks and starts walking closer to me.
      "They will be searching for you now. Why don't we give them a call?" He pulls out a burner phone and dials a number.
      "Hello there Killian. Are you looking for something?" He says into the phone. He then moves the phone beside me so I could speak.
      "Jessie?" He asks.
     "Killian, please help me." I say starting to cry.
      "Where are you Jessie?"
     "I don't know but I'm scared." I cry harder and the guy takes the phone back with a smirk.
      "You won't be able to find us Killian. And you can't track this phone." He then hangs up and tosses the phone in a garbage can.
      "You won't be saved Jessie. Unless they give me what I want." He walks out of the room leaving me there in tears. I should have stayed.

      About an hour later someone walks in with a peanut butter sandwich and water. The guy that walked in looked sympathetic. I sighed and ate the sandwich. It wasn't drugged which was good. The guy left with the cup and plate leaving me there in my thoughts.

      The first guy walks in and over to me. He undoes my feet.

      "It's time for bed. Go shower." He instructs. I just nod and start to walk over.
      "Wait, what am I supposed to wear?" I question.
      "Why do you have to wear something?" My eyes widen. Old men are so fucking nasty.
     "I'm just kidding. Here." He hands me a pair of leggings and a large shirt.
"Oh and, what about this?" I ask pointing towards my arm.
"You can take that cloth off. I'll put a new one on when you get out." I nod.

      I walk into the bathroom and lock the door. I then look around making sure they have no cameras set up in here. I don't see any so I get ready to shower. I take the cloth off my arm and look at the wound. It looks like it's healed quite a lot. How long was I out? I then hop in the shower. I clean myself and step out. I dry off then put on the clothes I was given. I walk out of the room to see the guy sitting on the bed. This is scary.