It feels like I've been in this cage forever. Long days but even longer nights. I miss my bed, my lonely house, and my few friends. I even miss school. Oh my, all the school I'll miss. If I make it out of here, I will have so much homework. I am graduating this year and it's not good for me to miss school. But I have a feeling I will never be able to graduate and I won't make it out alive.
But there has been some improvements here in hell. Before Eric started to get a little bit nicer, but now, we just don't talk. He told me a couple things about him. We shared our ages, mine 18 and his almost 20, our heritage which is for the both of us, Italian and the basics like that. We share information over dinner because that's now the only meal I'm allowed to eat outside of my cell.
He is actually a nice kid, he just got dragged into the wrong crowd. I do indeed feel sorry for him but also I don't care. He kidnapped me, and treats me like a servant so what's the point of caring?
My days have been filled with a lot of sleep and humming. I convinced Eric to give me some paper and pens to draw. This is how the conversation went.
"Hey, can I have some paper and pens to draw on in my room? It's really boring."
"No what happens if you write a letter to someone or something."
"Yeah and right after I do that I'll call my dove to come pick it up and send it to my mom who is God knows where."
That's basically our sarcastic rude relationship together.
My door opens, "come get your food." Eric says as he walks away.
I get up a little bit dizzily and walk to the kitchen.
"Hey." I say.
"Don't talk to me. Get your food and leave." He says.
"What the hell is up your ass? You're never like this." I say with a roll of my eyes.
"Shut up and leave before your precious hair is in my hands."
I step back in shock. What's is happening?
Now my stay will be even more unpleasant than it ever was.
I grab a banana and walk over to my room. I stop at the doorway when I see a package on my bed.
"Eric, did you put this here?" I ask him. He looks at me then looks away as if it's too painful to watch. I get afraid to enter my room so I take slow and small steps.
When I'm about 3ft from the foot of the door, the door slams behind me and I scream. God that scared me.
I go over to the package and look at the note on top of it,
"Shouldn't of been rude towards me." It says.
I slowly open it and a gas spills out of it.
I start coughing like a maniac. My neck is swelling. I try to scream and make my way over to the door. I start banging on it.
I hear Eric on the other side wiggling the door handle.
"Anna!" He screams and repeats over and over.
Everything gets fuzzy. My eyes are watering and the coughing. Is wearing me out. I crouch down and hold my stomach.
I throw up and then everything becomes black.
I wake up in a different room.
Did Eric's boss kidnap me? Am I about to die?
I run up to the door open it and then soon realize that I am still in the same place. Thank god.
I look behind me at the bed I was laying in. Is this Eric's room? Why is he doing this?
I slowly walk out of the room and into the kitchen. I see Eric boiling water in a kettle.
"Oh you're up, took you long enough." He says.
I nod slowly. "You should go back to bed. I'll bring you tea."
"How do I know it's not poisoned?" I ask and take a few steps back.
"Because I'm me. I'm not psychotic." He says.
"That's debatable." I say. He laughs and shoos me to his room.
I get there and sit. I don't want to lay down because it's weird. It's Eric's room.
He walks in with a cup in his hand. He hands it to me and I take a sip.
"Ouch it's hot." I mumble.
"Well it is boiling water." He says with a smile.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask and place my cup on his night table. He looks at me with shock and confusion.
"One second you're a complete narcissistic ass hole and the next you're nice. What's that about?" I ask.
"Well, I'm not a criminal and I never was til the day I kidnapped you. I'm just a kid who's depressed and wants to protect his mom." He says. I look at him and furrow my eyebrows.
"My boss aka Jon Barticci, is my moms ex boyfriend. He's a criminal and your parents are on his ass. You're his blackmail and bait to get them to do what he wants. I got dragged into this because he needed help and he held a knife to my moms neck until I agreed. I'm only doing this because I love my mom. Not because I'm some next criminal." He says with a lot of hand gestures.
With no response I hug him. He seems like he needed one.
"Apology accepted. I would do the same thing if I were you." I say.
"I didn't apologize." He says.
"I know, but I knew you would soon." I say.
"Want to go watch a movie or sleep?" He asks as he gets up and walks to the other side of the bed.
"Sleep." I respond as I get out of his bed.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
I turn around. "My room."
"This is your room now." He pats the place beside him.
"You mean, sharing a bed?" I ask.
"Just for a while. I want to see if you're still alright from the gas attack." He says with a shy smile.
I nod and get into bed with him. He doesn't dare to touch me. We just lay on either side of the bed enjoying each other's presence.
He's just a big softie after all.