Stolen Away

Typical night for Ashley: meets up with Sarah, chats up some boy, gets mugged and kidnapped? When she tears off the hoods of her muggers will she discover a whole new world for herself? More importantly: will she escape?

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4. Drugs and Lies

 

I was drifting through dreams and reality. I could feel my body lying on the mattress, but I could only see images of my dream. I wrapped my arms around myself and felt the small strands of hair on my skin stand up. Suddenly, a warm surge consumed my body and I was engulfed in a large, thick blanket. I gradually lifted my eyelids and saw Liam standing over me, he saw my eyes and froze. I nodded my head as a thank you, he smiled back at me, implying you're welcome. I closed my eyes once again floated back into my dreams.

I woke up to the sound of muffled voices. I rolled over and wiped the sleep from my eyes. I saw Liam close the door and walk towards me. I cautiously sat up and straighten my hair by combing my fingers through it. His face dropped as he looked at me. He dragged a chair over from the corner of the room and casually sat on it. He sighed and brought his hands to his face, covering it, then slid his hands upwards and I watched his fingers mow through the knotted blonde locks that he called hair. 

"Ashley..." He croaked out my name as if he were reading the obituaries. 

"This is the last time I get to see you." His words felt like a smack in the face. Through my hard, un-phased exterior was a love-struck teen centre  begging him to stay. I knew he was a mugger and a kidnapped, but I... I don't know, it's hard to explain how I felt about him, but I knew I wanted him close by me.

"Why?" I uttered, trying not to sound totally devastated. His hazel eyes looked into mine then looked away again, avoiding me. 

"I can't be here again," He explained.

"the others think that I shouldn't look after you." He stood up and walked towards the door.

"No." I exclaimed. I stood up quickly and grabbed his wrist, his head turned towards me with a shocked expression planted on his face.

"I want to know why." Liam's stern expression softened as he looked into my eyes. 

"Craig, the guy who walked in here yesterday, ran off before I had a chance to tell him what really happened. He told the others and they agreed that..." He turned away from my eyes and the look on his face became bitter as he scowled. He violently shook my hand off of his wrist and faced away from me.

"that I was getting too close to you and they thought it would be better if someone else were to watch you." I didn't like being treated like some animal who needed to be watched over and I didn't like the tone of his voice.

"I am not having any of your snot-nosed goonies looking after me! What makes you think you can treat me like this?" He swiftly turned around and stood directly in front of me, looking down at me as to intimidate me.

"The fact that I own you lets me treat you anyway you like! Remember that I was the one that put you in here." I stood on the balls of my feet, trying not to look so small.

"And remember that I was the one who kicked you in the face! So unless you want another I think you should let me go." Obviously I knew the answer to that question. He smoothly turned around and walked to the door without saying a word. I needed to let him know that I wasn't finished. I glanced around the room for something to grab onto. I clasped the pillow in one hand, aimed, and threw it straight at his head. He stopped again.

"Hey, dipshit, are you deaf? I said "Let Me Go"!" He didn't respond, actually, he didn't do anything. I picked up the other pillow and threw it at him.

"Are you afraid to fight me? Scared to get hurt again?" He turned and I threw a punch at his stomach. He didn't budge. I threw another, but this time he caught my hand and he pulled me in closer to him. I used my free hand to try and pry his fingers open. He bent down so his head was parallel to mine and whispered:

"Pick a fight with me and you'll lose." He pushed me hard and I fell flat on my ass.

"Then fight me and I'll prove you wrong!" Liam looked at me like I was crazy. I stood up and slapped him across the face... he didn't do anything. I kicked him in the shins and, again, he did nothing. I punched him powerfully in the stomach and he just stood there. I looked up at him, frustration painted across my face. I spoke to him and, with each word, I punched him softly in the chest. 

"Why aren't you fighting back?!" My words turned into sobs and my hits turned into feeble pawing. I wanted Liam to fight me. I wanted to get out all my pain and anger and prove that I wasn't weak like he thought. I felt the hot salty tears cascade down my cheeks and trickle off my chin.

Liam held my fists and looked down at me once more. As I stared at mine and Liam's hands, I noticed that I was trembling. He moved his hand towards my face and, with his thumb, wiped away my tears. I looked in his hazel-brown eyes and saw them twinkle and fade to an auburn colour  it reminded me of autumn leaves. I felt so confused and vulnerable, I hoped that Liam couldn't see this on my face but it was too late for that. I couldn't help but wonder what was running through his head: does he feel sorry for me because I have been kidnapped by a group of amateur thugs, or did he resent me for the fact that he had to look after me, a fiery school girl whom he once knew.

Liam unexpectedly threw his arms around my waist, pulled me closer to him and slightly lifted me off my feet. My hands immediately gripped onto his shoulders at the panic of being thrust into the air. Before I could yell at him to put me down he latched his lips onto mine. The heat from his mouth sent a shiver down my spin and butterflies in my stomach. I was utterly thrown: why was he kissing me? A moment ago he hated me, now he was having a taste of my face! I stood absolutely still, knowing that I should have slapped him hard across the face, but I didn't want to part lips. My mind told me that this was wrong, but my body disagreed as it was taken in by the kiss: sweaty palms, heart beating faster and feeling light headed were just a few of the side-effects. 

He pulled his lips away from mine and I opened my eyes. We now stood at least ten centimetres apart but he was still holding me. Liam stared at me, reflecting the confusion on my face. We were both breathing heavily.

"I wanted to do that from the moment I saw you two years ago." I was completely shocked. His smile was as bright as the august sun. He gently planted my feet back onto ground and pressed his chest against mine, holding me tightly. I felt slightly awed at what was happening and my arms hung flaccid around Liam's body. He stepped back and walked away, leaving me more than a little confused. As he walked out of the room I snapped out of my trance. How could he have left after doing, well... THAT!! Then, after the love-shock had cleared, I was left with anger.

I stormed through the doors and, for the first time, saw the dimly lit corridor where the kidnappers had discussed murdering me. I turned my head to the left and saw Liam walking down the hall.

"Liam!" I shouted, anger harshening my voice. What I didn't notice was that two of the goonies had sneaked up behind me and grabbed my arms before I could run away. I tried to shake them off but they were incredibly strong despite their appearance  They raised me up so my feet were thrashing in the air and pinned me to the wall. I screamed and shouted at them to put me down, but neither of them listened to my shrieks.

Liam had finally noticed me. He had turned around and saw me stuck to the wall. A scrawny, rat-faced, guy walked up to me, I looked down at him in contempt and his putrid smile stretched to his ears. He pulled back his arm and plummeted his fist into my stomach. I felt my stomach lurch up into my body, squishing my lungs and cushioning around my heart. I was winded and couldn't breath. I tried to take in air but my lungs refused to fill with oxygen.

Everything in my body loosened as I concentrated on trying to breath. The two goonies still had me suspended in the air and the evil, little shit had pulled out a bottle and a cloth. As I gradually began to breath again, I looked up and saw rat-boy pour the liquid contents of the bottle all over the cloth, he walked closer to me and pressed it hard against my face, covering my mouth and nose. I shook my head, but it was no good, I'd already inhaled some of the drug and started to feel drowsy  I saw Liam run towards me and shout at rat-face. He pulled the cloth away and started to shout at Liam.

Liam ignored everything that Rat-face was saying to him and focused on me. He opened my eyes wide and looked deep into them.

"Ashley. Ashley, can you hear me?" I vaguely nodded. He gently slapped my face.

"Don't fall asleep, you have to stay awake." He put two fingers against my neck, probably checking my pulse. I shook my head.

"I feel sleepy..." The words slurred from my mouth and I wasn't if I was actually making sense or dribbling nonsense.

"No, no, you can't fall asleep OK?" I felt like a toddler and groaned.

"Why?" I whined.

"You've been drugged Ashley, do you understand?" I giggled, not believing what he said.

"I'm not on drugs!" Liam stared at rat-face.

"I said 'no drugs'! What did you give her?" My eyes were almost completely closed. Ratty smiled again.

"Just chloroform, I assumed she was escaping." Liam growled and ferociously shouted.

"You knew she wasn't going to escape!" The two lackies holding me dropped and hauled me into the room I was in before. I was left and 'safely' locked inside. I collapsed onto the floor and fell asleep.

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