Abducted

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I woke up with Jay's arm around me. I practically had a mini heart attack. I slowly squirmed out of his clutch. He stayed sound asleep. I stared at his sick face for a while trying not to remember what happened last night.

"You knew this was coming..." Those words restruck me once again. But they didn't come as painful as they did last night. I just needed to forget about it, right? That couldn't be so hard. That's what I'll have to do to this whole situation once I get free. I know, it may take some time. Yet it was my only choice. Or else every other day I have to live will be just as horrifying as these days.

I snuck into the kitchen. I poured some orange juice and made some toast. I made sure I was extra quiet, so Frankie wouldn't be woken up. I saw the clothes we picked up yesterday at the dry cleaning place. I'm pretty sure Jay got those for me to wear from now on. They were probably Mary's old ones.

"Look who's up!" Frankie said walking down the hall.

"Yep.." I said quite awkwardly.

"Have a good nights sleep?"

"Um, no." I tried brushing off the subject. There was no way I could just come out and say "Hey I got r***d last night!" It really doesn't work like that. I mean, I guess it could. If you had loads of confidence and didn't mind being kidnapped.

"Where do you sleep anyways?" I asked her. I don't know if she was usually with Jay or not. Clearly she wasn't last night since I was.

"Just in that room by yours." She shrugged. I guess I wasn't as observant as I thought.

"I see you already made yourself breakfast...so you must feel right at home!"

"Huh..?" I asked, puzzled.

"You know, it's said that if you make breakfast yourself at someone else's house, whose isn't your own, that you feel comfortable and welcome. Like it's almost your own house." Who in the world has ever, ever, said that? I'm pretty sure Frankie just made that up right on the spot.

"Erm, sure..." I replied.

Suddenly I heard a noise from Jay's room. He came out with a huge grin on his face.

"Good morning!" He proclaimed. "Me and Crystal had a wonderful day yesterday. I hope we get the chance to do it again real soon, Crissy." I shuddered. He was so disgusting.

Jay made himself some toast and sat down next to me at the table. He started munching super loud so I moved down to the end. Frankie then joined us. We all just sat there looking at each other. So I decided to rev up a conversation.

"So..am I going to get any form of education during my..."stay"...here? You wouldn't want my intelligence lowering or anything.." I realized something at that moment. If I wanted things to go smoothly during this whole abduction thing, I needed to talk like them. I would certainly not go as far as thinking like them, no, no. Then I would perhaps turn insane like them. I needed to speak with a hint of sarcasm. And with a hint of untrue optimism. That was the key.

"Well. I guess we could get some books. No problem." Jay said. He nodded at Frankie. "You could give her lessons." I did want some kind of education though. I still didn't know how long I was going to be here, so I mine as well take precautions.

"I should be getting to work." Jay said getting up from the table. "Oh, did we get the paper yet?" He asked.

"We should..maybe in a few minutes. You can just read it when you return." Frankie smiled. Jay picked up his coat and such and left. "I know I probably shouldn't let you do this, but, you can go wait on the porch for the paper if you want. Just put that scarf back on." I guess I needed some fresh air. It wouldn't hurt.

I wrapped the scarf around my head. I went outside and placed myself on the porch steps. Jay was probably so concerned about the paper just to see if there was anything about me in it. Any updates or findings.

"Paper! Paper!" I heard a familar voice call. It was a nerdy looking boy on a bicycle throwing papers to each houses' door. "Paper!" He got closer, and closer to me. I instantly knew who it was.

"Connor! Here!" I yelled. I covered my mouth in panick. I needed to be careful, Frankie was directly inside. He looked towards me and pulled his bike over to the curb.

"Who is that? How do you know my name?" He squinted in the sunlight. I unwrapped my scarf as fast as I could.

"Its me, Crystal!" I ran out to him and gave Connor a hug. He was clearly confused.

"W-what are you doing, here? I thought you lived on the east side, I already hit your house. Y-you weren't at church, either."

"Look, its a long story. Um, ah, come back to this house later tonight. At about midnight?"

"M-m-midnight. Like my mom would let me o-out at midnight! Eight o'clock?"

"Yes. Eight o'clock. Come around to the backyard. There's a small window, I'll be waiting."

"Wait, what?" He asked, still confused. I heard a faint "Crystal!" coming from inside the house.

"Please, please. I can't explain now." I took a paper from his hands. I turned around and ran back up to the door. "Eight o'clock!" I shouted one last time. I threw the scarf back on my head. I think I just found my ticket out of this nightmare.