You and Me (Shawn Mendes) BOOK THREE

Chapter 7

"Mom!" I shouted as I saw my mom waiting for me at the luggage claim.

"Sweetie!" She called as I ran into her open arms. "I've missed you so much!"

I squeezed her tightly and nodded my head against her shoulder. "I've missed you too."

"Come on let's get you home. I bet your exhausted," she said as she took my bag. I picked up my forgotten carry on bag and followed her through the crowd of bustling people.

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"Are you sure you've had enough to eat?" She asked, peeking her head through my door. I peeked up over my laptop and smiled at her.

"Yes Mom I'm ok," I said. She came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

"I'm so sorry about you and Shawn," she began as she traced a flower on my quilt.

"It's ok don't worry about it," I said, closing my laptop.

"Honey..." She said, trying to take my hand. I jerked it out of her grip.

"No Mom. I get it. I'm not good enough for him. He's tired of me. I. Get. It. If he really wanted to keep me he would've stopped me from coming to West Virginia. I know its only a break but he said he wanted us to end!" I yelled, pushing my hair out of my face. "I'm sorry for yelling but I've had a long day...or week. I just want to go to sleep." I whispered. She nodded and left quietly. I sighed and set my laptop on the floor beside my bed.

I leaned over to flip the switch off of my light right as I heard a car door shut outside. I felt my heart begin to race as memories of thatdaycame into mind. I mentally shook myself to clear the thoughts and turned off my light. For the first time in forever, I felt alone. Completely and utterly, alone.

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"Where is her room?!" I was jolted awake by a loud bang followed my muffled sobbing. Itsjustadream. I thought as I closed my eyes.

"I'm not askingagain!" A man shouted from downstairs. Okthisisn'tadream. I thought as I slowly opened my eyes.

Someone'sinmyhouse.

There'ssomeoneinmyhouse!
I silently stood up and scanned my room for a place to hide. Underthebed? Notoopractical. Closet? Notoosmall. Bathroom! I tip toed into the bathroom and scanned it for a hiding place.

"Check upstairs," the man said. I held my mouth to keep from gasping as I heard footsteps. I opened the cabinet under my sink and squeezed into it right as someone walked by my room. They opened the door to my moms room and walked around in it for a minute, searching in places for me. I held the cabinet door closed with my left and and my mouth in my right. Tears were streaming down my face as fear shook my frame. I felt my throat tighten as I held back a sob.

Theyhavemymother.

The man stomped out of my mothers room and into the bathroom. He didn't linger for long before he moved on to the linen closet. Then he moved into my room. I closed my eyes and held my breath. He opened my closet door and I could hear the swinging of hangers and the movement of shoes. Once he couldn't find me in my closet or my bedroom he stepped into the bathroom. I was close to exploding into uncontrollable sobs from fear but I had to keep myself under control. He walked around and I could picture him searching behind the shower curtain as I heard it being moved. He didn't find me there so he started to move back into the main part of my room, walking slowly in front of the cabinet. My lungs felt as if they were about to explode from the lack of oxygen. I could not give myself away again. The light that oozed through the crack between the cabinet doors diminished as his body moved in front of the sink. Tears were flowing down my face at speeds I didn't know possible. I heard the rubbing of denim as his jeans rubbed together- he was probably squatting.

I felt his body fall against the cabinet. The doors shook as he sobbed- wait - sobbed? Why was he crying?

"Katie just please come out. I want to help you!" The man said with sorrow in his voice. Aaron?! What the hell?

This is a trick. Don't fall for it. Stay. Where. You. Are.

He stood up, causing the doors to tremble.

"Stupid bitch is smarter than I thought she was," The man said. Not Aaron. Maybe it was a recording? The man walked away and I sucked in a deep breath of air, relieved to not have been found. But the position I was in was killing me. My spine felt as if it could pop out of place at any moment. A screw was digging into the back of my head, both of my knees, and my shoulders. I had to get out but I couldn't risk it. If only I could just get to my phone... I thought as I tried to listen to what was going on. I couldn't hear anything whatsoever. No one was moving or talking. After waiting for what seemed like half of an hour, I felt it was safe to move. I carefully cracked open the door and saw nothing in my room besides footprints from earlier in my plush carpet. I figured the coast was clear and opened it wider. Nothing happened so I crawled out of my hiding spot.

Maybe he didn't look there because he didn't think I could fit there. I thought as I studied my hiding spot. Hell, I didn't even know I could fit in there. I began to stretch out my aching limbs. I linked my hands and pushed them high above my head.

Snap. I felt my arms being forced backwards with my hands still linked. He was here. He found me. I screamed in pain as my arms were bent in a way they shouldn't be. The next thing I knew, I felt an immense pressure on my neck and my limp body slumped to the ground unconcious.

I've been taken once again. But this time I was by myself.

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WOWOWWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOW IM SORRY Dx

-Katie