Traped in a diffrent world

Kidnapped (edited)

Liam's eyes held a spark of determination as he spoke, "We'll find a way for you to get back. I still don't know how, but I won't give up."

"Thanks, Liam. That really means a lot," I replied, feeling a mixture of gratitude and relief. As the sun descended, casting hues of orange and pink across the sky, the realization dawned on me that I needed to secure a place to spend the night. With the motel out of the question and an empty pocket, I pondered aloud, "Liam, do you know of a place I could stay for the night?"

Without a moment's hesitation, Liam offered a surprising solution, "You can stay with me. I have a spare bedroom that I've never used. It's yours if you want it." His generosity caught me off guard, and I hesitated for a moment before expressing my gratitude, "Liam, you've already been so kind, and I don't want to impose on you."

Liam just smiled warmly, "I wouldn't mind at all. You're the first person who hasn't been scared of me." Touched by his sincerity, I gratefully accepted, "Thank you, Liam." We strolled together, making our way to his house. Though not grand, Liam's home exuded a welcoming charm. The walls were painted in a soft shade of green, and a red carpet adorned the floor. Upon entering, a faint purr caught my attention, and I spotted a little black cat. ,,That is Midnight. I found her one day in a dark alleyway. She was in a trashcan searching for food. I decided to take her in and provide a home for her." I smiled warmly and picked the small ball of fur up. She purred and cuddled close to me.

The small house held a surprising warmth, and as we climbed the stairs adorned with captivating paintings, Liam led me to a dark blue door. "This is your room. If you need anything, I'll be in my room across the hall." I expressed my thanks and entered my temporary abode. The room, painted in a soothing dark violet, contained a comfortable bed, a bookshelf stocked with intriguing books, and a well-organized desk. A door on the other side led to a light blue bathroom, complete with a bathtub and various toiletries.

After settling in, I heard a gentle knock on the door, and Liam entered. "Hey, do you want to grab some dinner at that late-night café?" he suggested. "Sure," I agreed, standing up to join him. As we walked to the café, the night air carried a sense of tranquility. We spent almost two hours there, engaging in conversation that solidified the budding trust between us.

Returning to Liam's house, he suddenly remembered something. Rushing ahead, he led me back to my room. "I think you'd like to change clothes." The idea hadn't crossed my mind, but I appreciated his consideration. Liam explained, "This house isn't really mine. Some people lived here before, but they left. They also left a lot of clothes. I don't know if they will fit you." Surprised and touched by his thoughtfulness, I glanced at the closet filled with clothes. Choosing an over sized shirt, I expressed my gratitude with a smile.

As I changed, my eyes fell on the necklace I wore—a reminder of the family and life I left behind. A mix of emotions stirred within me, and I whispered to myself, "I can't stay here. As much as I like it, I miss my family." A tear rolled down my cheek as I reflected on the uncertainty of my situation. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I lay down on the bed, drifting into a restless sleep.

Several hours later, a loud crash jolted me awake. Struggling to make sense of the situation, I looked around in the darkness. A muffled conversation emanated from downstairs, and I assumed it was Liam. Still drowsy, I dismissed it and attempted to return to sleep. However, my door swung open, and before I could react, I found myself restrained. Hands tied behind my back and blindfolded, I was carried outside and placed into a car. The ominous words, "We got it," sent a shiver down my spine, signaling an unforeseen turn of events. My mind raced with questions, my heart pounding in my chest. The blindfold left me in complete darkness, heightening my sense of vulnerability. I strained to hear any clues about the identity or motive of those who had captured me, but the hushed conversation among them provided no clear answers.