SNATCHED.

reinforcements

I was wondering what was taking them so long until Harry told me he lived about 2 and a half hours from Orlando, which confused me. He explained: "There's a heavy police presence in Orlando so we moved in the more barren area, making us harder to find." "That makes sense" I said, my head was on his shoulder. It's been an hour and a half since I sent out the codeword and Harry and I spared no time getting into a deep conversation about ourselves and our interests. I learned that his idol is Stevie Nicks and his first celebrity crush was Frankie Sandford, he loved to sing and his friend Niall taught him how to play guitar back in England, though Niall was from Ireland. He also told me how pretty he thought I was, which made me blush. I really enjoyed talking to him. Did I have Stockholm syndrome? I don't think so, because he would let me go if he could. "What's gonna happen when your dad goes to jail?" I asked. "Like where are you going to live?". He sighed, "I reckon i'll go back to England and live with my aunt, though I wish i could stay here with you." I smiled. Then, I got an idea. "What if you said you were a foreign exchange student and you could come live with me? I have a spare room in my house and my parents have always said they're open to the idea of having an exchange student live with us. It's perfect!". He looked at me smiling, "Wow Gracie, that's actually a really brilliant idea! We could spend a lot more time together, maybe do some other things..." "Harry!" I exclaimed, "You better watch yourself-". I was cut off by a car pulling up. Harry got up and ran to look out the window, a panicked look crept onto his face. "It's my dad," he said. "I'll distract him to give us more time. I'll say you're still knocked out." and with that, he kissed me on the cheek and closed the door, making sure to lock it behind him. I tried not to panic; I still had about an hour before help arrived and I had to make sure he didn't kill me before they got here. I recall reading that Harry's dad usually keeps his victims for 2 days before killing them, which put me at ease. Then I heard voices and laid down, pretending to still be unconscious. "She's still sleeping?" a deep, rough sounding voice asked, Harry's father. "Yes sir" I heard Harry reply, "I went in there to see if she was awake around 5 minutes ago and she wasn't. It doesn't seem like she's waking up anytime soon either." I held my breath, waiting for his dad's response, "Fine... i'll wait for her to wake up. I'm tired anyways, so i'm going to get a beer and watch tv. Don't bother me". He said, walking into another room. "And go sit in your room with her and tell me when she wakes up." He yelled to Harry, who I could already hear walking towards the room. He unlocked the door and walked in. I was still pretending to be asleep when he went and laid down next to me propping his head up on his hand. I opened one eye and whispered "Good job". He just grinned at me and hugged me close to him. We laid there, enjoying each other's presence until I heard faint tapping on the window. My friends had arrived at last.