looked like four small cotton pads with wires attatched to them, and a roll of duct tape. While I was watching Skip, Jerry had pulled out a pocket knife. He grabbed my shirt and cut through the shoulders of it.
“Dad!” I heard Andrew yell from somewhere to my left.
“I’m not going further than her tank-top son!” Jerry said irritably. Jerry put out his hand expectantly towards Skip. Skip handed Jerry one of the pads and a small strip of duct tape. Jerry attatched it to my chest, right below my collar bone. He put another on the opposite side. And two more in between. Jerry took two D batteries and handed one to Skip. Both men grabbed two wires and touched one side to the positive part of the battery, and the other to the negative side. Searing pain shot through my chest. I could feel the electricity running through me and around my heart and neck. I tried to hold my tears in but they came rushing out with screams of pain right behind them. I could hear Skip and Jerry laughing. The pain stopped for a moment. I opened my eyes and saw that they had lifted the wires off of the batteries. They both smiled devilishly and put the wires back on the batteries. Pain shot into me once more with a vengence. I screamed and tried to rock the chair away but the chair didn’t move.
Jerry and Skip repeated this again, and again. Each time my chest felt like it was going to explode. Each time they laughed harder.
When they finally stopped, they were wiping tears from their eyes. They dropped the batteries to the floor and ripped the small pads off of my chest. I could still feel electricity pulsing through my entire body.
Jerry pulled his knife out again and cut my restraints away. Even if I could have ran, I wouldn’t have dared to.
“Watch this.” Jerry said as he picked me up by my hair. I tried to stand but my legs wouldn’t work. Jerry lifted me high enough to have my feet flat on the ground and my legs straight, and then let go of my hair. I tried to catch myself on my hands and knees but they wouldn’t obey my brain. I hit my knees and fell forward, smashing the side of my head on the hard concrete. Skip and Jerry started laughing hystarically as they walked out of the room. As soon as they were gone Andrew rushed out of the darkness and knelt at my side.
“Oh my gosh!” he said, “are you ok?”
I could only moan. Andrew picked up my head and set it down gently in his lap.
“I am so sorry.” he whispered. He started brushing my hair away from my face. I was able to raise my hand and stop him. I tried to glare but only ended up making my face twitch. Andrew chuckled.
“N-n-not fun-n-ny.” I said. I tried to raise my pounding head but Andrew simply pressed down slightly to keep my head in his lap.
“It’s ok.” he said. I was almost feeling normal again.
“It’s cold.” I said simply.
“Oh.” Andrew picked me up. He carried me up some stairs and into a dark room. As I looked around, I realized that it was the living room that I had run through to get to the door. It was dark outside. Andrew carried me up the stairs and back into his room. He shut the door with is foot and gently laid me down on the floor. He walked over to his bed and pulled back the quilt and sheets and then picked me up, and set me on the bed. He pulled the sheet over me. Then he removed his shirt and revealed an amazing chest and biceps.
“You’re hot!” I didin’t realize I had said it aloud until he looked at me with a confused expression. “As in... sweaty... and gross.”
I saw a slight smile flash across his lips. My face grew hot and I turned away from him.
I heard him walk towards his door and the lights clicked off. I turned to face him but the only way I could know where he was in the almost pitch black darkness was the sound of his shoes walking across the floor. I heard him sit on the other side of the bed. When he laid back on the bed, my eyes had adjusted enough to see him pull up the quilt and lay down, facing me.
“Sorry.” he said.
“For what?” I asked. I knew the answer to the question, I just wanted to hear him say it.
“Kidnapping you.” he answered. “Getting you hurt. Accidentally violating you.”
I rolled over to face away from him. It was then that I realized just how tired I was.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Um... 12:47.” Andrew replied. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t worried about him doing anything to me anymore. I knew that his dad was the one I should fear. Andrew was only trying to lessen the blow.
“Goodnight.” I whispered just loud enough for only me to hear.
It was nearly impossible to sleep! My chest was burning from the recent torture I had endured and I was kidnapped for cryin’ out loud! But soon enough my body stopped aching enough for me to sleep, and I drifted off.
When I woke up the room was still dark. I felt Andrews arm wrapped around my waist. I felt his breath against my neck and his bare shoulder against mine. I could tell he was asleep. His breathing was calm and soft.
I didn’t move. To be honest, I kinda liked a super cute boy sleep next to me, plus I was tired and my head was still throbbing a little bit. So I closed my eyes once more, and sleep claimed me again.
I awoke with a start. Something in the room had crashed. I heard a soft moan come from the floor by the other side of the bed.
“Ow.” Andrew said. I rolled over to face that side of the bed as Andrew stood up. I was again mesmerized by his amazing chest and arms. I caught myself staring and looked away at the door.
“When did you wake up?” I asked.
“When I hit the floor.” he replied. I held down a giggle and sat up. “When did you get up?”
“When you hit the floor.” I replied simply. I shifted so that I was sitting up right and my feet were touching the floor. I got up and tried to take a step but my ankles were tied together by a small chain. It was long enough for me to walk, but too short for me to be able to run.
“Hey!” I reached down to try and pull the chains off. “When did you guys do this?”
“Do what?” Andrew came around to my side of the bed and looked at my ankles. I shivered. Either Skip or Jerry, or both, had been in this room while I was sleeping. They had touched me while I was asleep. I looked at Andrew and realized he wasn’t looking at my ankles anymore. He was staring at my legs again.
“Will you knock that off?” I asked. “You’re really starting to creep me out.”
“Oh... er... sorry.” Andrews face turned red. “Hold still.”
He knelt down and started fiddling with the small chain. He grabbed my calf and lifted my foot off of the ground and tried to slip it off my foot. It was then that I noticed that my shoes were no where in sight. I had them on when I had fallen asleep.
“Where are my shoes?” I asked when Andrews attempt of pulling it off had failed.
“I don’t know.” He said. He looked under the bed and started searching the room.
“Just forget about it.” I sighed. Now I don’t have any shoes! I swear if I step on something I will shoot someone!
When Andrew had gotten up from the floor, his face had returned to normal.
“Um... You have-” he started but I cut him off.
“Nice legs?” I teased. His face went red again.
“Well... Yeah... but that’s not what I was gonna say.” he said. He pointed at my chest. “You have burns.”
I looked down at my chest and saw four white blisters. They hadn’t been hurting until now.
“Ouch.” I said softly as I poked one.“Do you know how to treat these?”
Andrew shook his head.
“Neither do I.” I said. I walked awkwardly to Andrews bathroom and he followed me. When I reached the door I turned around to face him.
“A little privacy?” I said.
“Oh! Yeah. Sorry.” Andrew turned around and started walking away.
I closed the bathroom door. I couldn’t find a lock so I braced a broom that was leaning against the wall against the doorknob. I did my business and washed my hands. As I walked out of the bathroom I saw Andrew buttoning a new pair of jeans up. I looked at my clothing. My jeans were covered in dirt and my tank-top was wrinkled from sleeping in it. Andrew had apparently seen me look over myself.