Kidnapped by Bring Me The Horizon ( #Wattys2014 ) [✔]

Chapter Five: Mmrs

"Right there," Matt said, nodding to the door at the end of the hallway. I nodded and walked away slowly. I swallowed hard and locked the door behind me. I want to go home. Home...home. It sounded so sweet and so far away. Now because I fell asleep, I had no idea where I was. No idea. I turned on the faucet and sat on the closed toilet. God. I could pretend. I'm a good pretender. I sat there and began to think about Alaric, my older brother. We were in the car together, listening to music. 

I was eight. Eight so that means he was seventeen. Nine year difference. 

"Jasey, do you want to change the channel?" he asked, looking to me. I shook my head and started to talk to him. 

"Today Billy made fun of me." I sighed, folding my hands over my chest. "He told me I had a big nose." 

Alaric turned to me because we were at a red light. He rolled a little bit over the white line, but it wasn't enough to get in the way of any drivers. 

"Do you have a big nose?" He asked me, seriously. I shrugged, tears threatening to fall. 

"No." 

"So why should you think that? You know he's wrong." Alaric said, smiling and ruffling my hair. "Anyways, hurting is flirting." 

"What does flirting mean?" I asked, smiling at him. 

"It means to joke around for affections." Alaric winked at me. "To make you like him back." 

"That's stupid." I snapped. "I would never like him." 

Alaric leaned over and kissed my cheek and stared into my eyes. 

"Jasey, you're perfect. Your nose is perfect. Your smile, your heart. You're beautiful." He winked at me. "You're-" 

My eyes widened as the car came speeding towards us. I closed my eyes and screamed: "RICK!"

I felt the impact of the car, my head smashing into the window, but I don't remember much after that. I remember looking over and seeing Alaric, his arms bent awkwardly, his mouth in a grimace, blood everywhere. 

"Rick?" I whispered. I got no response. He was dead. 

"Jasey, are you okay?" asked a soft voice. I blinked and sighed. I turned off the taps and opened the door. Oli stood there, holding an apple. He sighed in relief as he saw me. "I thought you were..." 

I held up a hand and walked past him. I made my way to Jordan and poked him in the chest. 

I'm tired. I told him. I want to rest. 

You were sleeping in the car the whole way. Jordan replied back. You can't be tired now, can you?

JORDAN. I glared angrily at him. I want to sleep. Let me sleep. I don't want to be around all of you. 

Jordan looked slightly offended, but reluctantly led me to my room. It wasn't much of a room. There was a bed and a glass of water on the bedside table. Matt began to talk to Oli when I left with Jordan. I heard him say something about getting rid of me. Jordan closed the door behind us and allowed me to sit on the bed. I shifted uncomfortably and he leaned over, cuffing one of my hands to the bedpost. 

Is that necessary? I asked with my eyebrow raised. Jordan nodded and rolled his eyes. 

They think so. He looked me up and down and sighed. Can you please tell me why you won't talk? I won't tell the others if you don't want me to.

I don't care if you tell them. I closed my eyes and turned on my side so I could sign easier. Where do you want me to begin?

The beginning. Jordan sat on the edge of the bed, his pale eyes on me. I sighed loudly and felt my stomach twist. 

I was in the car with my brother. He was my hero and role model. I complained to him about a boy making fun of me. He didn't pay attention to the road because I was in a conversation with him. I looked away from Jordan and felt my lip begin to tremble. We were hit by a drunk driver. He died. In the car. I left with barely a scratch. They say he got the worst of it because he was hit first. If I never distracted him, he would still be here. It was my- I broke off and started crying. Jordan tried to comfort me. I leaned into his arm and started to sob. 

"My fault...it was all my fault..." I moaned. He pulled back a little bit and brushed the hair from my face. 

"It's not your fault. I promise you. It's not." He closed his eyes and looked down at his hands. I followed his lead. You're going to escape tomorrow. Four days is too far away. Your family needs you.

How? I questioned, wiping my tears. 

Follow my lead. Jordan signed. He kissed my forehead and smiled grimly. But you'll have to speak. Okay?

I nodded. I'd have to face my biggest fear. What do I do?

You're going to threaten me with my life. Force me into the car with you. Threaten to kill me. I'll play along. You can hurt me. I deserve it. We need to be quick about it. I'll bring in breakfast. You'll break the cup and make a weapon out of it. Then we'll make a run for it.

I nodded at him and he smiled weakly. "Tomorrow." He whispered. I nodded. Tomorrow never seemed so far away.