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?


3. True Feelings


He didn't move, he just sat in the corner of the room on a plastic school chair. I laid on the mattress and stared at the ceiling, just waiting. He didn't say a word until there was a knock at the door, I couldn't see who was at the door, as I peered over Liam shut the door and now had a brown paper bag in his hand. As he walked towards me I backed up against the wall, wanting to stay away from him. He sat with his legs crossed in front of me and reached into the bag. I closed my eyes, scared of what was in the bag; a gun, a knife... but what I discovered when I opened my eyes was a complete surprise. Sitting in front of me was a Big Mac with fries, my stomach growled at me, begging me to eat something. I looked up and saw Liam shove a handful of fries into his mouth, he looked up at me and swallowed his fries.

"Aren't you hungry?" He pushed the plate of McDonald's towards me and I stared at the fatty-good food. I wasn't hungry, I was starving, but I refused to eat. I crossed my legs and pulled at my sleeves to cover my hands; I felt like I was five. He couldn't seem to take the hint that I was ignoring him, either that or he was intent on annoying me. He stopped shoving chips in his mouth long enough to make a sentence.

"So, what's school like?" I looked up at him, thinking he might be the biggest idiot in the world. As he made eye contact with me he looked down.

"It's been a long time since I was last there." He looked upset, I managed to croak out a small sentence.

"It's good." It really had been a long time since Liam was at school: the last time I saw him there was maybe two years ago. He smiled, laughing at himself.

"Is Mrs.Griffiths still there?" I nodded and he laughed harder.

"I remember her. I remember she pissed off Georgie and he called her fat!" I smiled, I was in his class when that happened. God I hated Mrs.Griffiths, I remembered her face just drop and she just walked out. He stopped laughing and stared at me, there, on his face, was the biggest smile I'd ever seen. I couldn't figure out why he was smiling, then I felt a sting in my cheek; he was smiling because I let out the tiniest smile. He looked at his food.

"So, what courses are you taking?" I started talking about the subjects I had chosen and how I was going to do drama if they hadn't sacked the drama teacher. When I finished talking about myself, I finally asked:

"Why did you drop out?" He let out a heavy sigh.

"One and a half years ago my dad died, my mum, she... she couldn't cope without him. She's been drinking, she doesn't leave the house, she doesn't even know who I am any more because she's so drunk all the time." He looked so upset, I could see a shimmer of pain in his deep brown eyes. I reached forward and held his hand.

"I promised him, I promised that I would make something of myself, but school got so hard. I became distant from friends, I had to support Mum and me, I had three part time jobs and I could barely afford to keep living. So I dropped out of school, took full time to working, but my Mum became ill and they took her away from me. They tried to take me too, but I ran away and I came here." I sat there like a sponge, absorbing his words. 

"So you stayed with these goonies so you would have a place to live without being caught by the police." He nodded.

"But why steal and mug people?" He squeezed my hand.

"I needed to pull my weight around here, they wouldn't let me stay here otherwise. I gained their trust and became useful because I was smart, well, smart compared to these thickos." I didn't know what to say. Here was someone who needed more help then I did. I let out a smile.

"What was your dad like?" He smiled too.

"My dad was the best. He travelled to lots of places and send me postcards, I'd always write back. He took me with him once, right before he died. He took me to France, he said that was where he first met my mum and he told me that it was magic." He laughed sadly.

"He said he'd take me again someday." I saw a tear hiding in his eyes, he sniffed and stood up.

"It's getting late, you should probably go to sleep." I stood up.

"No way! I'm not a dog, you can't tell me what to do." He looked at me with eyes full of frustration.

"Just do as I say." He sighed as he spoke and walked towards the door. Something about being told what to do didn't sit right with me.

"Why should I? After all, I'm stuck here against my own will and unless you want me screaming the place down you should do as I say." He didn't even look phased. 

"You wouldn't dare." I walked right in front him and stood on the balls of my feet to make me appear taller.

"I would." Before he could say another word I started to scream. His eyes widened as he tried to calm me down, but I continued to let out and ear piercing shriek. He whacked his hand across my mouth and wrapped his other arm around my body so I couldn't move. My arms were plastered by sides, trapped under his muscles, and he stood way too close for comfort. Under his hand I cried "Let go of me!" but it just sounded like muffled shouting. I tried to break free and run away but he was holding me so tight that all I could do was wriggle like a fish caught in a net.

I was wearing myself out, I was exhausted, but I couldn't let him think he had won. I kept wriggling. I managed to spin around so now my head was pounding on his chest. After about five minutes of struggling I eventually gave up. I was so tired and felt light headed.

"If I take my hand away from your mouth will you promise not to scream?" I nodded, my throat felt so dry, it was like I swallowed sand. He removed his hand but still kept his arm around me, I'm glad he was supporting me otherwise I would have fallen flat on my face. I could feel my legs tremble. He looked down at me.

"Are you OK?" He asked, his big brown eyes were shining. I feebly nodded and stood properly on my feet. He took his arms away and I stood perfectly still, not wanting to fall over. But it was no use, I could feel my body sway and, before I knew it, I was falling over. I reached out my arm and grabbed Liam's hand. I thought he would have caught me but I ended up dragging him down too. I crashed onto the mattress and Liam fell on top of me. I felt totally out of it: my head was spinning, my lungs were aching and my chest was rising and falling so quickly.

I was breathing so loud that I didn't even hear the door open. In came the skinny, lanky guy and I heard him say,

"Dude!" Liam looked at him, then at me and realized what he must have been thinking. The lanky guy ran out and left the door open. He sighed and turned his attention to me.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, not moving.

"No, I'm fine it's just..." I felt really awkward and embarrassed. Liam looked concerned.

"What? What's wrong?" He talked really fast.

"You're kind of squashing me." Not to mention that his hand was touching my butt. His face lit up red and he smiled sheepishly.

"Oh God, I'm sorry." He slid off of me.

"It's OK."He stood up and brushed his clothes. I sat up slightly, feeling dizzy and out of it. He looked down at me and started to mumble, each word tripping over the next, all rushing to escape his mouth.

"I better... I should um... you should... I've got to go..." His face blushed to a deep shade of red and he exited quickly, but not before stumbling over his feet. He slammed the door behind him and I heard the lock click. I sat there staring at the door, my jaw was loose and my eyes were wide, then suddenly, a small giggle escaped my lips and a smile sprawled across my face... Oh no...

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