Abducted

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

The night was long and terribly lonely. After our "story time" Jay sent me to bed. Yet, I didnt have a bed! Just that cell. I hadn't eaten at all. And it was barely 8 o'clock. When I woke up I had horrendous back pains. After all, I had to sleep on the concerte floor. No blankets or anything. Whilst stretching in my "room" something caught my eye. One security camera was placed in the top corner of the room. I got up and looked at it closer. It looked just like the ones at the mall. I waved my hand in front of it frantically to see if anything would happen.

Suddenly, Jay came rushing in. "Oh, you see my camera? That's so I keep the closest eye on you possible." He was wearing a grey shirt and flannel pajama pants with monkeys on them.

I crossed my arms. I had contemplated all night long. I knew I was about to make a stupid decision, But I had too. I was going to be, a Mary Dodger. I will not do what he says. I will not listen to his pitiful cries. I am standing up for what is right. But, yes, he scared me. But, yes, I still need to do what is just.

"That's nice." I said sarcastically.

"Well." He then crossed his arms in mockery. He still acts like this is a game. I'm waiting for him to do his little "game change." Which he clearly hasn't been very avid in achieving. But this all isn't a game, clearly. He's abducted me. Yes, abducted. That's precisely the best word.

"Now let's see what's on tap for today." He whipped out a list. A small one, on a notecard. Jay dragged his finger down the list, looking over each thing on there.

"First, I'm going to work. While I'm there, you'll stay with Frankie. When I come back, we will run some errands. And then I'd like to get to know you better. Even though I feel that I know you so well. Then we will spend some more time together." He grinned from ear to ear.

Another issue with Jay is that he is so vague. He can't specifically come right out and say something. He had to be all weird.

I plopped back on the ground. Jay left, and I think he spoke to Frankie for a few minutes. They were probably contemplating on how to torture me. I thought they would have done that sooner by now, you know?

"Alright, I'm leaving." He reentered and kissed my forehead. I was so shocked I didn't even say or doing anything. This man cannot just simply kiss me. That's disgusting. No, that word isn't good enough. Revolting! I would defiantly say something if he does that again. I told myself I would be a Mary Dodger, and I needed to pull through. I needed to show him that he wasn't superior to me. He was so much less.

"Come in here! Now!" Frankie yelled viciously. I trudged to kitchen where her voice came from. Jay was putting on his coat. "Sit over there, bitch." She yelled once again. I could see we have some personality disorders in this house. I did as I was told. I don't know why, I just felt weakened with Frankie.

Jay left. Right after, Frankie left out a huge sigh. The former anger in her eyes vanished. She released the tight grip she had on a washing rag. She turned around from facing me, and just took a deep breath.

"Ummm?" I said, clearing my throat. She turned back around and put her arms on the island in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I said that. I'm so sorry!" A fear tears escaped her. "I haven't had to do that in a while. Ah, god." She hysterically broke down crying. Okay, so she's a super good actress. Or, once again, the personality disorder thing. I sat over on the living room floor. I looked down at the carpet. I almost forgot how much it grossed me out yesterday. But I was yet reminded. I stood up immediately.

"Here, come get some breakfast." I trotted over. She poured some eggs out on to a plate. Then she added freshly toasted bread to the plate. I gave Frankie the most suspicious glare.

"What, you don't trust me?" She asked. Why would I trust her? She just called me a "b***h" and had a mental breakdown all in 5 minutes. I don't even understand this woman.

"Oh, god, I'm ridiculous. You probably think that's what I am, right?" Huh, more like crazy.

"Hm. How can I let you know you can trust me.." She tapped her finger against her skull.

"Do you think you could maybe just explain, all of this?" I said. We were sitting at the dining table now. Except I was down at one end and she was at the other.

"I can try. But only some of it. Jay likes a mystery. And its difficult for me. I'll try to make it short..." She began. "Me and Jay were best friends ever since, 3rd grade. We did everything together. Once we got older, we grew apart. You know, high school cliques. Then I went to the University of Pittsburgh, which isn't that far away. He decided not to go to college at all. So I assumed our friendship was done. I didn't mind, really. Everyone moves on. But then one day a phone call from him changed my life.

I was 24, I think. Living in an apartment by myself. I was startled on how he even got my number, but he said not to worry about that. He said he had a child. Once again, I was startled! Jay, a father? No. This couldn't be true. So he invited me over to see for myself. Little 8 year old Mary was with him. I was told by Jay that the girl was his, that his girlfriend left her with him. He said he was "desperate, and needed to properly raise a child with a good mother." So I decided to stay with him for a little bit until he got the hang of raising Mary. But staying a few hours during the day turned into spending nights. Before I knew it, I had my own room and pretty much lived with Jay. Yes, in this very house.

I was good to Mary. Like a mother. Only because I thought that he was really Jays daughter. Sometimes she would try and tell me. I never understood though. Then, she got older. Started rebelling. She started saying that Jay wasn't her father. Which he denied over and over stating to me that she was simply just lying.

Eventually, he got to his last straw and killed Mary. I was out getting grocery when he did it. Right after, he told me that he kidnapped her in the first place. That he wasn't her daughter. That was also the day that I was terrified of him. He was capable of killing someone. I couldn't just run away now. He might do the same.

And I know, I know, I was nice to you yesterday. But last night Jay told me I had to be mean. Only because he does not want you rebelling like Mary. I only will be crude though when he's around. Our little secret?" Then we shook pinkies and made it a firm deal. Our little secret.