Expecting the Unexpected

Chapter 11

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Hours went by, it definitely felt like hours anyway, and we were still in the same position, partly because I didn't want to wake the poor girl in my arms and make her face this nightmare yet. But mainly because I couldn't really move even if I wanted to, because she was lying right on top of me. She wasn't heavy, but the way she was positioned trapped me underneath.

My eyes were heavy and drooping. Every few minutes they'd start to close, but I'd force them back open. I wouldn't fall asleep, definitely not now. Not when there was two of us down here, vulnerable to their attack.

My thoughts wandered to the girl lying in my arms. Who was she? She was obviously terrified. I didn't believe that they'd just taken her to keep me company. There must've been a reason. Then again, they never gave me a reason as to why I was here. I should know already, according to them.

I racked my brain to think of anything and everything I've ever done. I'd never seen those men in my life before. I'd never done anything bad either. I lived in a tiny village, I'd never been in trouble with the police or anything. I didn't even get in trouble with teachers at my school the majority of the time. I'd done nothing that would lead me to these men. I'd done nothing that would lead them to me.

But they obviously knew me. I just didn't understand how. What would I possibly have to do to attract the attention of these guys? It'd have to be something big, and I knew for a fact that I hadn't done anything big in my life.

I had a simple life. I suppose it could be described as boring, but I didn't really care. I didn't do major things. I didn't cause destruction wherever I went. I didn't change lives either. It was a simple life, but it was a happy life.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt the girl shift positions. I felt her slowly sit up and take in her surroundings. I could also hear how her breath caught in her throat when she realised she couldn't see anything.

"No," I heard her mutter into the darkness as she finally remembered where she was.

Her voice was soft and quiet, but what I noticed most of all was that it sounded so innocent, like it came from a child who looked much younger than her. It almost had a dreamy tone to it, for all that it was pretty high.

Then she realised she was sitting on me. I could feel her scrambling about for a few seconds before her weight left me completely, and I could finally shift positions.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you ok? I didn't crush you did I? Don't answer that, I know I did, I was lying on you the whole time wasn't I? Oh god, I'm so sorry!" She rambled, panic evident in her voice.

"Hey, hey, hey," I soothed in a quiet voice. "I'm fine, you didn't crush me. Don't apologise. Are you ok?" I asked, trying to see if they'd hurt her before they brought her here.

"I-I'm fine. W-who are y-you?" She stuttered. I could hear the fear in her voice now.

"I'm Sophia." I answered simply. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jessie. Why...why are you here? Why am I here?" She replied hesitantly, as if I would lash out at her if she wasn't careful.

"I don't know" I whispered, looking around pointlessly. It's not like I could see anything anyway. "They don't tell me anything. They say I should know already, but I don't. I can't figure it out."

"Oh." she mumbled weakly.

There was silence in the room for a moment. I guess we were both caught up in our thoughts before she broke the silence.

"Will we ever get out?" she whispered, her voice cracking half way through her question. There were so many emotions clear in her voice; sadness, fear, longing. I could almost hear the tears crawling down her face. She sounded so vulnerable that I couldn't help but reach for her. My hand found her arm, and travelled down so I could clasp her hand.

I felt oddly protective of her, even though I didn't even know her. I guess it was in my nature, always thinking of other people before me. I'd sacrafice myself in a heartbeat for any of my friends. That was one thought that comforted me throughout the whole ordeal, that my friends were safe, and they didn't have to go through it.

"I don't know. But I will try my hardest to find a way," I promised, squeezing her hand. She squeezed mine back tightly.

For the next while, we chatted about normal things. Ages, family, where we lived, what we liked, anything to distract us. And it was working. I found out that Jessie was only 14, 2 years younger than me. She went to a school twenty minutes away from my own, in the town that she lived, but her older brother went to my school and was in my class. He was one of the popular people in my year at school. I thought that was rather odd, but I didn't comment on it. She was into quite a few of the things I was into too.

For some reason it made me sad to realise that we got along really well. It made me think that if we weren't in this situation, we wouldn't know each other, yet we'd make good friends. I guess she reminded me of my friends from school.

We were in the middle of talking about films we'd watched recently when I heard the footsteps. I immediately tensed up, which Jessie sensed. I quickly stood up and pulled her up with me. Without hesitating, I pushed her directly behind me, to block her from the sight of the men who were about to open the door any second.

It swung open to reveal Sam on his own again. He was carrying bread again, but this time there was a few pieces. I felt Jessie shaking behind me, so I reached my hand back for her to grip onto. I frowned slightly, trying to think where Blake was. This was the second morning in a row Sam had been alone.

"Where's Drake?" I asked, staring straight into his eyes.

I knew I was in trouble as soon as Drake came back down. I was just hoping it wasn't too much trouble. I had no idea what he could, or would, do to me. I wouldn't put anything past him though. He was twisted to the bone.

"He's," Sam started, pausing slightly, showing me he didn't know what to say. "Sleeping".

I didn't comment further. I wasn't exactly sure what he was meaning by sleeping. The way he hesitated before saying it made me think that he wasn't sleeping at all. Or not as such anyway. Before I could dwell on it further, Sam spoke again.

"Do you guys need the bathroom then?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. I could see he had a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. He was blushing from the awkward situation.

Without answering, I walked forward, bringing Jessie with me but still keeping her behind me. As soon as I was close enough, Sam grasped my arm, then yanked me forward so he could get a grip on Jessie's arm too.  Without uttering a word, he walked along with us, back up the stairs and towards the bathroom I had used yesterday.

I let Jessie go first, standing outside with Sam while she did her business. To say I felt awkward had to be an understatement. At least Sam seemed to look just as uncomfortable as I did though. Good. He could suffer too. Jessie came out and we switched places.

After we were both done, we were taken back down to our room. As we got to the door way, Sam released Jessie's arm, but kept hold of mine loosely. He grabbed my hand and gently placed the bread into it.

"I'm sorry there's not much, it's the best I could do" he muttered, almost shyly.

My eyes widened at his statement, surprised. My gaze was glued to his face, waiting for the laugh or the smirk or the joke to come along. But it didn't. He just met my gaze and smiled sadly. I squeezed my eyes shut then shook my head, opening my eyes again to make sure they weren't decieving me.

"Uh, thanks?" I answered, but it came out more as a question. I was still too shocked to register much.

His hand went to the back of his neck again, indicating he was nervous. "No problem. Uh...yeah...right. Ok, bye" he mumbled, stumbling over his words as he gently pushed me inside the room before clicking the door shut behind him.

I was still staring at the door, staring at where he had been standing. That had to be the weirdest and most unexpected thing ever. Sam seemed alomst...nice. Actually, there was no almost about it. Sam was being nice to me, and I had no idea why.

"Jessie?" I called into the darkness, trying to locate her in the small room.

Her voice came from almost right next to me, giving me a little fright. "I'm right here." A second later, I felt the cold skin of her fingertips against my upper arm.

There were three pieces of bread in my hand. I grabbed two and handed them to her. It was a little difficult in the dark, but she got them fine.

"Don't you have any?" Jessie asked, not starting on her bread yet.

"Yeah, he gave me four slices" I lied.

I could tell from our conversation that morning that she had a similar attitude to me. If she knew I only had one slice, she'd insist that I had her second one, and she wouldn't stop until I took it. So it was just easier to lie.

"Oh. Ok. Don't you think he was acting strange?" She asked, biting into the bread.

"Hmm, definitely. So weird," I mumbled, still trying to wrap my head around it. For the life of me, I just couldn't figure out where his strange behaviour was coming from, and that was the most annoying part.

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A/N - Not too sure about this one again, but comment and let me know what you think. If you liked it, please vote? Next update will be Thursday :)