I slowly become conscious and aware of the pain in my cheek. I almost groan. I keep my eyes closed and listen. I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I'm on what feels like a bed sheets under me. I'm laying on my back, its very uncomfortable.
Voices in the distance become barley understandable.
"..e's ...ight dow... hall," one feminine voice said.
"Is sh.. ..ake yet?" a man asked quietly.
"No Sir, " she replied, "I'll let you know when she is."
"I want to see her," he stated. "Just making sure the cargo is safe."
Cargo? My blood went cold. What's happening? I tried to move, but no avail. Maybe they drugged me, or I could be really tired. Maybe both.
"Sure thing, right this way," she giggled. Well I'm glad somebody is having a flirting session. Meanwhile I'm laying here, against my will, might I add.
I heard a door knob squeak turned, I forced myself to relax.
"There she is," the mans voice was too familiar. My third in command, Tyler. Betrayal clogged my throat. My face remained calm, peaceful even.
"Riley, I'm so, so sorry," he sat down by my legs and continued muttering. "I told those idiots not to hurt you." Wait, so he's 'boss'? What a traitor. Anger burned within me. Weeks of torture and I get a lousy sorry. He paused. "I had to, I'm sorry," what is he on about now?
There was a light knock at the door.
"What do you want now?" he whispered harshly after cracking the door.
"Phone call for you," a voice said quietly, "says its important."
He stepped into the hall and I heard his muffled voice. I'm laying in what looks like a hospital bed, but I'm not hooked up to any monitors. There's an IV in my arm, dripping a clear liquid. I looked around for any escape. There's a widow with a curtain. There's a tall glass of water on a bedside table, and I take a sip.
There's a phone! I pick the phone up and call home. Ring. Only one and somebody answered.
"Hello," It was Damon! My partner.
"Hey, it's me, Riley," I whispered.
"Is it really you?" he breathed.
"I need your help, can you track this signal?"
"Yes," Damon said. "Tracking it now."
"Good now I need you to stay quiet," I whisper hurriedly.
The doorknob turned, I hid the handset (phone) under the blanket. The mic will be able to pick up all the voices in the room, with the position I put it in. I got into the same uncomfortable position I was in before.
Tyler walked back in and sat at the foot of the bed again.
"I know all I can do is beg for your forgiveness, they have Emilia," he cried softly. Emilia? His sister Emilia?
He sat there for a few more minutes mumbling words I couldn't hear.
"See you in a bit, Riley," he sighed. He left the room and I picked the phone up.
"You still there?" I mumbled.
"Yeah I'm here," Damon stated. "Now do you mind telling me where the hell you've been the past week?" he whispered angrily. "First I get this note saying you feel in love with Tyler, and ran off with him," he paused. "Now you're calling me asking me to track your number to some warehouse?"
"Did you even bother to look for me?" I questioned. "You know me better than that," I spit. "Tyler kidnapped me for who knows how long. I was starved, and beaten for a week. I was hoping maybe any of you would show," I said in a deadly cold voice. "Just hurry up please." I hung up.
"Wow I feel loved," I sighed sarcastically to myself.
One betrayal to another. Wait did he say warehouse? Why would a warehouse look like this? I wonder when they will get here. I had a hand cuff on one of my hands this whole time, I hadn't realized. I slipped into the darkness once more.
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Somebody shook me awake but I pretended to be asleep still. I've been doing this a lot lately.
"Riles, wake up," Skylar used one of my nicknames to wake me. My eyes shot open once I heard his gentle voice. "I'm gonna get you out of here, but I need you to stay quiet," he whispered. I nodded.
Skylar's brown hair isn't spiked like it usually is. He has dark circles under his bluish green eyes.
He had a key and took the handcuff off of my wrist. Sky slung my arm around his shoulder and helped me up. I'm wearing different clothes, but they're my clothes. I hate being a damsel in distress, but I don't quite have feeling in my legs yet.
He picked me up. And somehow put me on his back, as if he was giving me a piggyback ride.
We left the room, going down a dark stairwell. It smells like mold, and its hard to see. We went out an exit where the chilly air greeted us.
"Hold on tight," Skylar said.
"I will," I sighed, and wrapped my legs around him tight.
He sprinted to a car, a burgundy Suburban and put me in the back seats. There were two other guys from our crew in the back. He jumped into the drivers seat and sped off.
Just then I heard an explosion. The deafening blast rang in my ears. Outside of the tinted windows I saw fire. The warehouse is engulfed in tall flames. The brightness hurt my tired eyes. I rested my head back on the seat.
Just then it occurred to me. What about Tyler? I voiced my thoughts.
"He's out running an errand and will go back to see whatever's left of the warehouse." Sky provided for me.
"Oh," I trailed. "He said he was forced to, that somebody had his sister, Emilia."
"He could've told us!" Skylar boomed. "We could've helped Tyler get Emilia back!" he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
"I only heard bits and pieces," I said in surrender. The drugs they gave me haven't warn off. I'm fighting to stay conscious. "Where are we?" I asked quietly.
"About three hours away from home," Skylar told me.
"I'm just gonna..." I mumbled. "gonna sleep now," I trailed. In no time I was asleep once more.
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Chapter one is up! I hope these chapters aren't too short.
