The Man in the Orange Shirt

Chapter 3

[ Adams POV ] (the only pov)
He paced around me as I was still tied to the chair.
"W-why would you steal my orange shirt...I mean I would of let you have it if you didn't STEAL IT FROM ME!" I yell at him.
"I didn't steal it from you Adam I...well...I uhh just borrowed it." He said cheekily.
"You slut. You know, what is your name anyway?" I asked.
"There is no need to know that kind of information." He said sitting on the floor in front of me.
"Okay then." I said confused.
He wrapped his arms around he's knees and began rocking back-and-forth laughing as he does so.
"So...why am I here again?"
"I-I don't know? Why are you here Adam?" he asked as his eye twitched.
"Oh I don't know...maybe because you kidnapped me...or maybe because...oh no yeah it's because you kidnapped me."
"Oh yeah....you can leave now..." He says softly.
He stands up and unties me from the chair.
I stand up.
"Your just going to let me go?" I question.
"Yes."
I run as fast as I can searching through the dark damp room for an exit.
I finally find one. I open up the exit and feel the wind blow through my luxurious hair. I look around and find my self in the same alley way I was in as I was walking to the Texaco station.
Till this day I don't know why this mystery man kidnapped me or why he stole my orange shirt, but all I know is that I am safe know.

The End.