Kidnapped

Kidnapped Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter 26

Jess POV

It's the next morning and I'm downstairs in the kitchen trying to muster up the energy to eat something. Noah and Alex are upstairs sleeping so the house is eerily quiet.

It's 5:43 am.

I'm about to sit on one of the chairs when I hear the front door swing open. My heart drops to my stomach and my whole body feels like it's on fire. I feel nauseous.

Elijah.

I don't know what to do so I stay in my position, halfway down to my chair, not daring to make a sound. I hear the door close and I hear elijah thump up the stairs. I wait till I hear him enter a room or close a door before I even dare to breathe. I hear him close a door and lock it and I sigh in relief.

Then a thought occurs to me. I didn't hear a lock click a moment ago when he closed the front door. My heart is thumping so loud, I'm scared he might hear it.

Could he have forgotten to lock the door?

I tip toe across the room grateful that the floorboards aren't squeaking. The walk across the living feels like I'm walking across from one side of the country to the other. I finally reach the doorknob and look behind me up the stairs. It's quiet, no shuffling no nothing. I reach for the doorknob and pray to a god that I'm not sure I believe in anymore. I pray the door is unlocked.

I grab the knob, my hand sweating and begin to twist it, trying not to make a peep. I've never been so scared, nervous, hopeful and excited in my life. Having all those feelings at once is hard to explain in words.

I begin to twist the doorknob and it's actually moving!

It's moving, that can only mean one thing.

The doors open.

I look back quickly, and still hear no noise. I twist the doorknob all the way and pull it up, trying to lift the door from the bottom a bit so it won't creak. I begin to pull it open and I feel the cold breeze as the door opens wider. I don't open it all the way, just enough for me to squeeze through. I turn to my side and squeeze through the opening, not believing that this is happening.

Im getting out of here. Once I'm completely outside I close the door the same way I opened it, by lifting the doorknob, which lifts the whole door a bit from the bottom avoiding a creaking sound.

It closes and I stand there for a few seconds in disbelief. I weigh my options, I know once elijah finds out he's going to be furious. he might even kill Alex or Noah! It's probably like 6 am now, he's going to sleep and probably won't wake up till late. I have time.

The adrenaline is still pumping throughout my veins that I barely feel the chilled air against my skin. I'm wearing nothing but one of the stupid white t-shirts and underwear. I decide to run hoping that once the adrenaline wears off, ill be warm enough from running.

The house where we're being kept at is a small house. It has three floors though. the top where the bedrooms are, the middle where the living room is and the basement where he keeps his torture chamber. surrounding the house on the outside is nothing. its like a desert almost, except the ground is covered in snow. there's a couple trees and a road but thats it, this house is literally in the middle of nowhere.

Wasting no time, i take off to the right of the house, the same way i took last time. The last time i ran away, i had thought i wasnt going to be back ever. Now i just might have to once more for Alex and maybe Noah.

Elijah POV

I put my bag down on the floor and jump right into bed with all my clothes on. The long drive back from my old apartment has me exhausted. I'm laying in bed drifting off to sleep when a sound awakes me. My eyes shoot open and my ears are alert for a couple seconds before the sleepiness is too much my eyes start to close again.

It was probably nothing.

I close my eyes and turn to my side, drifting off into a deep sleep. In a couple of hours, I'm going to have to be very well rested.