Cast The Die

Chapter Twenty-Five

I woke up in the Motel room. When I sat up, I got a sharp pain in my chest and around my sides. I reached for the glass of water and painkillers on the nightstand. Beside them was an ice pack and a sandwich. I placed the ice pack on my left side and swallowed the painkillers in one gulp. The room was outdated and had a strange smell, but it was better than the storage unit. The mattress was lumpy and uneven, but again, better than the cold hard ground. It's 7.30am, the curtains are closed but there's some light shining through the gaps. As I tucked into the ham sandwich, the door opened, and Cole appeared. He's wearing the same black jeans with a black t-shirt. His left arm is wrapped in a bandage, the left side of his jaw is bruised and there's a small cut on his bottom lip. Without saying a word, he walks into the bathroom and slams the door behind him.

"Rude" I muttered. A minute later, he came out into the room and sat on the chair, facing away from me and turned on the TV. "Where are we?" I asked.

"You don't need to know" he said.

"Excuse me? How do you get to decide what I need to know?" I said irately.

"Since I saved your life" he answered, still not looking at me. "Eat the sandwich" I was starving, so I did as he said.

"Can I call my parents? So, they know I'm okay?" I asked.

"No. No one can know where you are" he snapped.

"They don't need to know where I am. They just need to know I'm alive" I said. He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"They'll know you escaped and that you're okay. You can't call them; or see them. It's too risky" he said.

"Are they going to kill my Dad?" I'm not sure I wanted to know the answer.

"I don't know. Your ribs aren't broken, just bruised. You need to rest." I didn't say anything. I felt the tears fall onto my cheeks, like a waterfall. I can't help but think about my Dad, what if they kill him because I escaped?

"You said you'd tell me everything once we were out of there" I said.

"I said I'd tell you everything when you were safe, you're not safe yet" he seemed a lot nicer when I was in the storage unit. He brought me food and water and a blanket, he helped me escape. Now, he's being cold and harsh, probably because he got shot in the arm and nearly beaten to death because he saved me. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we're leaving" his bossy tone is annoying.

"Where are you going to sleep?" I asked. There's only one bed, and I'm in it. There's room for him on the other side, but I don't want my first time sharing a bed with a man to be with someone who kidnapped me.

"I'm not" he replied.