The Maze

Anna was dragged to a Halloween maze by her best friend, but after The Maze, Anna regrets ever befriending her best friend. Little did they know that, The Maze would unleash a troubled boy that will cause Anna a bit of Stockholm syndrome.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" I ask as we run away from the cabin that was my home for almost a month.

"For you, I would do anything." He says back.

Copyright © 2014 by xxSuperWomanxx

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11. chapter 10

Chapter 10

As my eyes begin to flutter open, i hear my heart monitor beep at a steady pace. I moan as i stretch and finally open up my eyes right away. I look around my hospital bedroom. Sadly, Eric isn't my roommate like the last few weeks. I turn to my right and see my parents sound asleep in the hospital chairs.

I sigh as i look at them. Its their fault I'm in this whole mess in the first place. Why couldn't they of told me they work with the CIA? I would of been more cautious and i could of been more aware of my surroundings. Eric wouldn't be in this mess either.

I am worried about Eric. He is probably going to go to jail and I am not even able to see him. If only i knew where he was kept in this hospital.

I begin to shuffle around, but i get a sudden shock of pain going through my left leg. I scream out in pain. My parents wake up to the sound of my struggling and run to my aid. I shoo them off because i can handle myself. They sit back down.

"How are you feeling, dear?" My mom asks.

I half smile. "I could be better."

"What happened these last few weeks? We were so scared, Anna." My dad says with a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Well the guy who abducted me, treated me well. He cooked for me, gave me clothes, and ended up saving me before his boss could kill the both of us. Now I'm here." I say.

"I am sorry. This is all our fault." My mom says.

"Well kind of. You didn't tell me you worked for the CIA. I got abducted because of your work, and Eric had to be held against his will and take care of me or else he and his mom would of died." I say raising my voice.

"So his name is Eric? By the way you are defending him, it sounds like you have feelings for him." My dad says.

"His name is Eric, and i dont see why that matters. Gosh, why didnt you tell me?" I say with a sign of weakness in my voice.

"We thought that it would worry you and get you hurt, but now we see that we were wrong." My dad says.

"We never thought that this could happen." My mom says.

"Yeah, I know. Next time, no more secrets." I say and they nod. "Whats happening with Eric?"

"He is in questioning right now, he is in better condition than you. He has to go to court and he may face some time." My dad says.

"No thats no fair! He respected me and saved me! Isn't there something around jail time?" I say.

"Well, I am not too sure. House arrest under the security and watch of the CIA could be an option. I'll put in a word." Says my dad.

"He is also the victim here and if he shares the whole truth about the people behind this, there may be no jail time." Says my mom.

"Can I see him?" I say.

"Probably not until during court." Says my mom.

"When's that?" I say.

"Next week." Says my dad "We should let you sleep. The pain from the cut on your leg must be dreadful. We will just be at the cafe downstairs."

I nod as they leave the room. I feel absolutely horrible for Eric. He doesn't deserve any punishment. The pain comes back into my leg and i squeal.

"Shit." I moan out.

I turn on my side trying to get as comfortable ad i can with a big gauze wrapped around my leg.

My eyes begin to shut. My heart skips a bear as i hear my rooms door open and close. I turn around to see Eric standing in the door way. I smile.

"Oh my gosh. Hows your leg?" He says as he runs up to give me a hug.

"It's fine. How are you feeling and how did you get in here?" I say.

"As i was going back to my room after questioning i saw your parents come out of this room and i just had to come see how you were doing." He says. I slowly kiss him.

"Thank you. What happened in questioning." I say.

"I told them everything even though that puts a target on my back." He says with a nervous chuckle. "They don't think i will get jail time. I just need to work with the CIA, do community service, and be on house arrest with CIA security." He says.

"Well thats really good. I'm glad everythings going to work out." I say.

"Me too, but the judge still needs to decide." He says.

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