Searching for love

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"He is! When I was transferred here I couldn't keep my eyes off of him! It was honestly embarrassing because that is totally out of character for me", Rose said. Serena laughed and said, "The same thing for me! When I first laid my eyes on him. Man, it was love at first sight". I smiled and said, "Yeah um, I guess he's pretty good looking. But you both are gorgeous, why haven't you...", at my question they burst into giggles. "Yeah that's not happening", Rose said twirling her black hair around her finger. Serena nodded and said, "I mean he's very unapproachable and he's of a very high position even though he's so young. Obviously work is the only thing in his mind. He's from a very wealthy family so he has to marry someone of equal status probably. He probably already has a fiance or girlfriend. He wears a promise ring". I cocked my head to the side and asked, "Promise ring? That's what you wear when you're not engaged but are seeing someone seriously, right? I don't understand the point of that". In my head, I felt a sadness I couldn't describe. He was already taken. That was something I hadn't even considered. He was too good looking and smart and obviously had someone he loved. I sighed and said, "Well who cares about all that. I don't need anyone in my life. That's the farthest thing on my mind". At my words, Rose straightened and said, "Yea I heard that your life's in danger and that you're a target?"

I stretched out in the car and let out a deep content sigh. I had texted dad that I was heading back home. I left immediately after ending my conversation with Rose and Serene. We exchanged contact info and I was proud to have finally made not one but two friends. It was nice to talk to other girls and gossip and vent and I felt more happier and satisfied than ever before. The only thing that was keeping me down was Eren. I tried not to think about him but somehow my mind always drifted back to him. I shook my head furiously trying to clear my thoughts of him. Suddenly the car swerved to the right and I yelped loudly, clutching onto the seat in front. "What's going on?", I asked the driver worriedly. "Sorry, ma'am! It looks like-", the driver started replying when suddenly a car bumped into us from the back. I screamed when suddenly another car hit the left side of the car. I clutched on dearly to the seat praying to the Gods to keep me safe. I tried to reach for my phone which had fallen to the car's floor when the car jerked again and I hit my head on the seat in front of me. Glass shards flew into the car as I lay on the bottom of the car in pain. I gingerly touched my head and saw my hand covered in red. I whimpered in pain as I struggled to get to my phone. If I could just call my dad...

I opened my eyes slowly and groaned. My entire body was in pain and felt heavy. My arms felt like they were bound and I was in what seemed like a hard wooden chair. My mouth was bound and I immediately knew what I was to see when I opened my eyes. I had been abducted and tied somewhere and I was going to die in some dingy, abandoned warehouse. Reluctantly and with great fear I opened my eyes and felt tears well up in my eyes from exhaustion, fear, and acceptance of what was to come. Tears rolled down my face as I observed the sight in front of me...blood, so much blood accompanied by a torn leg and hand. I felt bile rising up in my throat as I recognized the driver. Oh my god, the poor driver was dead and it was all my fault. He had died because he got caught in the middle of this. I did not fight against the rope that bound me to the chair and the horrible future that awaited me. My nostrils were filled with the smell of blood and urine...I had peed myself from fear. My body shook in fear and I closed my eyes. My body couldn't handle the emotions that flowed through me and I blacked out once again.

I awoke to the sensation of drowning. I coughed and forced my eyes open and felt the water drip down my face onto my now bloody and torn shirt. I felt light-headed and tired and in pain and couldn't even force my eyes to look up at the person who had dunked water onto my head. A rough callused and sweaty hand jerked my chin up forcing me to meet the eyes of the said person. I took in his pale scared face and dirty yellow teeth that now took up my entire line of sight. "Eh, what do we have here, huh? Is this the young lad that the boss was so obsessed with. She is a fine thing to look at for sure, I might have a go at her before the boss gets here. What do you say? Up for it, beetle?", the man said in a rough voice while grabbing my face and sniffing at my hair. I didn't bother moving or making any movement or sounds while he had grabbed my face. I had no energy or no will. There was nothing I could do after all, what was the point of trying. My eyes closed on their own, my body was no longer following me, and to be honest, I would rather have them closed. "What do you think you're doing? The boss clearly said to not touch her, he'll kill ya! Damn it control yourself man", the man named beetle said. He followed this with some cursing as he dragged the man away from me while smacking his head. "Ow man! That hurt! I get it, I'll leave the lass alone. You know I can't help myself". They both cursed at each other and continued screaming and rustling around. My head pounded with every word and every movement. I struggled to breathe and my breathing grew heavy, I felt the world around me tilt and I crashed down on the floor along with the chair.

I came to again and blinked heavily. My head wound felt like it had been cleaned and a bandage was tightly secured around it. I was once again sitting upright in my chair and I noticed that my mouth gag had been taken off and I was only bound to the chair by the rope that was bound on my waist which allowed me to move my arm and leg a little bit. I gingerly touched my throbbing head. "Lookie she's awake! I guess she didn't die after all! God bless!", the man named Beetle stepped forward and handed me a glass of water and some painkillers. "Here! This should help, we don't want you in any discomfort or dead before the boss arrives, eh". I gingerly took the painkillers and water. At this point I had thrown all precautions, I just wanted the pain to go away plus my throat felt like the Sahara desert. I greedily drank all the water and handed the glass of water back, "Thank you", I said slowly before I could help myself. What was wrong with me? Why was I thanking these thugs? Even the man looked surprised and burst into laughter. He threw me a pack of chips and said, "That's all we have here, but something's better than nothing, ya know". Hmm, guess saying Thank you wasn't a bad idea. I hungrily munched on the chips and once I was done I relaxed before getting tense again. Seriously, why was I behaving this way? Why was I so calm and okay with this situation? Do I want to die? Maybe I am suicidal and that's why I'm okay with this situation?