Abducted

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Jay had been out of the house quite a bit the past days. I had only seen glimpses of him coming and going. Of course I didn't bother asking what he was up too, but I sure was curious. He still hadn't been feeding me much. I assume I've lost around 10 pounds or so. And, Jay went to the extent of putting a lock on the fridge and hid all the food in the cupboards. Frankie was no easier to get to either.

"I thought you hated Jay. I thought you were..on my side, I guess." I pleaded to Frankie.

"I do. But you know he frightens me. He would do terrible things to me. I just know it. I just can't do it." She almost started crying again. I tried to hush her. She needed to control her emotions better. If she knew how, maybe she wouldn't even be in this place.

"It's gonna be okay. We're in this together." I reached out for her hand. She whipped around and let her tears fly.

"No, Crystal. We aren't. If we were we would be out of here. I.."work" for Jay. Maybe he's right, maybe you don't really understand much at all. I never thought I'd say that he's right." I stormed out of the living room into my room. She was the mot confusing person I have ever met. I know I thought she was bipolar, but maybe she had split personality disorder too.

I felt like Jay had been secretly planning something. Like I said, I didn't bother to ask what he'd been up too. But it was definitely something, probably something terrible.

"I'm home!" A voice called. Jay. This was it. Oh, boy. "Everyone get in the living room! Quick!" He had a happy tone in his voice. Surprising, I guess. "Crystal! I don't hear your footsteps! Let's go, we have plans to make!" I reluctantly picked myself off the floor. I opened my door and headed down the hall. Jay was sitting in the recliner. Frankie was sitting in a chair she pulled up from the table. She appeared quite nervous. I wasn't sure if it was that we got into a fight just a few minutes ago. She kept fiddling with her thumbs and avoided eye contact with me.

"I have a..announcement. I haven't told either of you yet. But here it goes...Crystal and I are getting married!" He said proudly. He grinned and grinned and just wouldn't stop. Marriage? My heart stopped. I could barely breathe. I could, but I started hyperventilating. Taking small breaths unevenly. I looked up to try to look at Frankie. She already had her face buried in her palms.

"No." Frankie said weakly. She sounded like a tiny mouse. She wiped her tears and stood up.

"What did you say?" Jay questioned.

"I won't allow this. I'm not going to stand by you on this one. I know, Cris, I just told you the complete opposite. But, marriage? Jay, she's too young. Maybe just wait, a little while." She became stronger as she spoke. Well, at least she realized she was kinda bipolar. Jay was taken aback. He stuttered, not like Connor, but just didn't know what to say. Suddenly his eyes became full of fury. His fists were shaking with the same amount of rage.

"Frankie! Go to your bedroom!" He said, acting like her father.

"You don't own me!" I remembered when I first really talked to Frankie. She said that she was afraid Jay would harm her like he did to Mary. So she never talked back or struck out against him. Within so little time she gained so much confidence. But that confidence was quickly torn down. Jay grabbed her collar. He viciously pulled her into her bedroom. I heard a ear-wrenching screech clearly coming from the poor victim, Frankie. Another painful sound came from down the hall. The last disturbing sound was the worst, but it came to a abrupt stop in the middle of it.

"Your lucky that wasn't you, babe." He shut the door behind him as he appeared. He whipped his hands on his pants. Blood streaks then appeared on the pants. "I thought she knew by now, to not disrespect me!"

"She did. She just..broke." I said silently. There was no way I was "disrespecting" him tonight. I was petrified. He just pulled the marriage card, for one. He may have just killed Frankie, I'm not even sure. But what if he did? I know Frankie said she was loyal to Jay. I could have eventually gotten her to break. Not the break that she just did, no. That was an emotional melt down sorta break. I mean like the give in kinda break. It may have taken some more weeks. It definitely would have been worth it though. To just get out. I'm thinking way ahead of myself, though. Frankie may or may not be dead. Dear god, I hope she isn't.

"Anyways...the wedding will be tomorrow on your birthday. I'm so excited! I've honestly never been this excited about anything before. I never even asked that little b***h Mary to be my wife. So your the lucky one! You should really be honored." Excuse me? Jay never asked if I wanted to marry him? He decided himself. In the midst of all this I almost forgot tomorrow is my birthday. How could I forget something like this? I'll be a teenager. This was always something I highly anticipated. But this wasn't how I imagined spending it. I wanted to finally tell the kids in my class that I wasn't that young anymore. That I was 13 just like the rest of them (well, some were 14). I never would have thought in my wildest dreams that I would be getting married on my 13th birthday. Back to the forgetting part. I know it wasn't a big deal that I let it slip my mind, but this was a little bit of a hidden message to me. I saw it as me forgetting where I came from. You know? If I was at home, I would have been thinking about my birthday for weeks.

"Tonight, your sleeping in my room. Just on the ground though, so I can keep on eye on you." At least he said the ground. I would take the ground rather then with him. "I'm going to the bathroom, then going to bed. You can get yourself situated." He trotted over to the bathroom. Now was my chance. I blotted up from the living room and down the hall. Very, very slowly, I opened Frankie's bedroom door.