Abducted

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I felt like I was waiting down in the basement forever. I also felt weak. Like everything had been sucked out of me. Everything. My last hope, the police saving me, was gone. I knew Connor tried. Of course he'd never handled anything like this before. How was he supposed to know what to do with me being kidnapped? Well I did tell him. I guess it was just that people can't take him seriously. "That boys the local idiot." If they knew him, they would know he's not an i***t.

About an hour passed, or maybe more. I heard footsteps coming towards the basement door I was crouched by.

"Everything's okay. Just okay." Frankie scooped me up in her arms. I didn't even struggle. I was, like I said, weak. Tired. Tired of trying. How dare she say everything's going to be okay anyways? Nothing is okay. Frankie was definitely psychotic. Or perhaps she was bipolar. But there was definitely something wrong with her.

She set me down in my "bedroom." It was the most uncomfortable as it had ever been. Of course it had been uncomfortable before, but now it was just terrible. The walls seemed to stare back at me with a sense of laughter. Like they were mocking me saying, "you lost, again." Was I becoming psychotic like Frankie now? The walls were "talking" to me? No, I wasn't crazy. Right?

"Your little plan foiled, wasn't it." Jay came marching into my room. He had a triumphant glare on his face. Now he was the one who seemed to be saying that I lost, literally. I couldn't find the words to respond to that. I couldn't think of a smart alak response or anything at all.

"You still don't understand much. I always win. Always. Mary lost, and so will you. But I'm trying to keep holding out on you. I think I lost my temper too fast, which clearly lead to her death. And I don't want that to happen with you, Crissy. I want to try hard to make this as smooth as possible." I decided to put myself in Jays shoes. In his crazy mind. Once I did that, I understood what he was saying for once.

"I know ever possible move you could make. The dumb waiter for instance. I knew you would try to escape or cause ruckus. That's why I made sure even if you moved the slightest bit, you would go straight down. And the police. I knew they would come eventually. I just didn't know so soon! You almost got me there! You see I'm always prepared though. I know what to say and when to say it. How did you get them in here so quickly anyways? I've only had you for a few days." It has only been days. It feels like weeks. I didn't know if I should speak or not. So I choose the easy option of staying silent.

"Huh? How? Tell me!" He nudged me with one hand. I didn't want this to get out of control like yesterday, so I decided to tell him.

"Connor. The newspaper boy." I looked at the ground.

"Oh, oh! How could I forget! The local i***t! Haha, that almost had me laughing when the officer said that. Those officers were idiots themselves. They didn't look at anything really in the house. They didn't even notice the toys and such all over the floor! So stupid!" He was giggling to himself. I had to agree on that with him though. How couldn't they notice all "my toys"? That should have been an automatic sign.

"They barely even noticed when you dropped to the basement too! One asked what that was, and I said the furnace acting up again. They believed me and said nothing else about it. The furnace? It's September! Who would have the furnace on in September? After that they just peaked in all of the bedrooms and said some stuff and left. Did I tell you I told them your room was just an empty one? Oh that was good!"

"What else did they say? After the furnace thing?" I sputtered out.

"How your mom wanted to come with them to search. And uh, oh that Connor won't be delivering our paper anymore. They don't want him bothering us." Mom. She would be the one to want to come search for me. She would be able to tell in a heartbeat that I was in this place. She had that mother instinct that the i***t cops didn't have.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 6." I guess more time had passed in the basement then I thought.

"Can I have something to eat?" He closed his eyes and pondered for a minute or too. What in the hell was he thinking about? What to eat?

"No. I've decided you don't get dinner tonight. Then maybe you will understand some thing." How old fashioned! Bed without dinner. That won't make me understand anything any better then I already do.

I felt this numbness I was experiencing was really taking a toll on me. The next few weeks were almost not even there. Yes, weeks. Some days I got very little food, a fruit or too. Jay seemed to like this method. It did work, I guess. I spent a lot of time sleeping with my lack of food. There was no sign of Connor, or even hope. I'm all out of ideas. But I did have something to look forward too.

"Your birthday is soon, correct?" Frankie asked me one day. Yep, my birthday.

"Yeah. How do you know that?"

"Oh, you know Jay, he always has his ways."