Hostage

6: Questions

The moment I find out that they're all gone, I start to panic while thinking about the situation I've gotten myself into. Thinking about what my family will do when they get back from the business trip. How my brother would react at college when he receives the devastating news.

Thousands of questions race through my mind.

Why was I taken from my home? Why was it Billie? Why is she so nice to me despite the fact that she took me away from my life? Will I ever escape? Can I even bother trying, knowing the risks that could become reality? I saw the whips in there; is that one of the punishments that I could receive? What are the other punishments?

I could've texted my friend with my feet, my parents, my brother, the cops, anybody; but Billie destroyed my phone. She destroyed my life, my connection with the outside world. She's destroyed me in a way. A way that broke me forever. 

My parents would text me, only to receive nothing but silence. They'd wait a while, figuring I was out with my friends at the movies or that my phone was dead. But after a few days, they would get the feeling that something was wrong. They would call the police and try to track my phone, but it wouldn't track it. It would be a puzzle that came with missing pieces: the mystery of my disappearance couldn't be solved.

I stare at the hundreds of pieces, computer chips and screen, filled with the feeling of regret. Did I know this would all happen? I didn't know what would happen. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. For the first time in a few hours, I feel scared. 

Then I realize that I don't feel safe without Billie. She kept me calm when I first arrived by the soothing sound of her voice and her presence. I would've been freaking out if it was somebody else. But knowing that she took care of me gave me a sense of hope, a sense that someday I will escape from this awful prison.

Knowing that this is a statement that no one in the world would ever dare say: I truly miss my kidnapper.