His Hostage

Chapter 2

SATURDAY
I squinted my eyes, the bright and blinding rays of the sun fell directly onto my face. The intense light blurred my vision and tears were gradually welling up in the corners of my eyes. I slowly sat up, neck uncontrollably stiff because of the akward position that I fell asleep in yesterday. "I hate mornings", I thought out loud. I rubbed my eyes, struggling to adjust to the brightness of my room. I yawned and stretched, relief running through my spine as I cracked a few ribs in my back. I slowly looked up at the clock, 9AM. Hmm, weird, I woke up early today.. And yes, 9AM is early, maybe not for you, but it is for me. I rolled out of bed and slowly but surely made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and cringed. Messy hair, squinted eyes with bags underneath them, chapped and swollen lips.. Why are they swollen? Probably had an allergic reaction to that new chapstick.. I shrugged. I splashed some cold water onto my face, trying to get rid of the fatigue that still lingered over my body. I looked at the mirror again. I could feel the icy droplets of the water tickle my facial skin as they slowly made their way down my face, like tiny rivers that were trying to find their way back to sea. I should probably get ready. I thought to my self. I locked the bathroom door as I felt the need to relieve my bladder. I decided on taking a shower rather than a bath. I turned a few knobs and the shower jolted awake. Warm drops of water fell onto my arm as I unhurriedly pulled my arm back out of the shower. I started stripping off my clothes, letting the loose material of my pyjamas gradually slide off of my skin, giving me goosebumps because of how ticklish I am.
I stepped into the shower, letting the water caress my body and soak my hair. I closed my eyes and sighed in relief, I love taking showers. I always pretend that I'm standing in the middle of a field, during a warm thunderstorm, just.. Living, you know? God I sound crazy. I don't even know if warm thunderstorms exist, but either way, I don't care, I like to pretend they do.

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I wrapped at towel around myself as I unlocked the bathroom door and walked back into my room. I opened my closet and my eyes scanned the shelves that were filled with all different kinds of garments, while I tried to pick an outfit for today. I ended up picking a dark grey band t-shirt, light blue high waisted skinny jeans with a black belt, black combat boots and a black leather jacket. Plus a tiny bit of jewellery. As I finished putting my clothes on, I heard a slight buzzing sound come from the other side of the room. I turned around, trying to spot where the sound was coming from. My eyes landed on my phone that was charging on my desk. I quickly walked over to the phone and picked it up.
Unknown?
"Hello?" "Hey, Liah, it's Rosie. Sorry if I scared you, I'm calling from my dads phone, mine is at 0 percent." My anxiety melted away as Rosie's voice filled my ears. I watched too many horror movies, I know how it goes when an unknown ID is calling you.. "Oh hey, it's okay, don't worry about it. How was the trip?" I asked. "It was fun, although we didn't get to see much of the actual country.. My parents kept reminding me that is was a business trip, and that we weren't going on a vacation. I guess they were right tho..", she stated. "At least you got to relax for a while." "Yeah, true." "Anyways, what's up why did you wanna call me?", I asked, curiosity getting the best of me. "Oh, right! I was just wondering if you could stay over this weekend. We would meet up with Vicky at the park today and I'll help you guys get ready for the party Sunday. You'd be able to stay the night on Sunday too if you like, but don't forget to bring your backpack and some extra clothes then." "Yeah, sure, sounds fun. I still have to ask my parents about that party.. But I'll let you know!", I replied. "Okay I'll text you the details! See you later." "Yeah, bye." "Bye."
I hung up the phone and sighed. This is gonna be a long weekend..

I looked at the clock, 10AM. I headed downstairs as I followed the tasty smell of freshly baked pancakes. I walked into the kitchen, where my brother, Liam, was cleaning up the counter and my mom was already eating her pancakes.
MEET MY MOM :
- she's 47
- dirty blonde hair, green eyes
- super sweet
- sometimes too strict
- gets mad easily
- funny
- loves cooking
- goofy
- acts like a hormonal teenager sometimes..
- lovely
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MEET LIAM :
- he's 21
- brown hair, grey eyes
- drama queen
- overprotective
- acts like he's my dad sometimes
- fitness punk
- loves music
- loves his motorcycle
- full of himself
- sweet
- funny
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