Kidnapped

Chapter 13

I stare at the sealing without any thoughts. Breath in, breath out. In and out. It's very dark in the room. I turn my head to look out the window. I see a city in the distance, the beautiful lights... The cars zooming down the road, the freedom they have...

The open window lets in a small breeze, you can hear wind shims coming from the neighbors. This house I'm in looks so normal, but in the inside... It's torture.

I look bak up to the ceiling. It's probably around 2 A.M. My eyes get heavy so I close them once more.

BEEEP! My eyes swing open and I breath heavily. I put my hand on my chest and calm myself down. I turn my body to the side and get under the covers.

I close my eyes again but open them, I sigh and sit up turning my bed side light on dimly lighting up the room. I walk to the small kitchen I have and get out a glass, filling it with water I gulp it down quickly, I catch my breath and put my glass on the counter.

I sit on the love seat and put my legs to my chest, I chew on my thumb nail, there has to be a way to get out of here.

I sigh again and stand up.

I walk to the window and look at the black bars. I begin to juggle them and it gets the slightest but loose. I put my lips to the side on my face. That's my thinking face...

Anyway. I look around the room and get an idea. I rush my shopping bags and rumble through trying to be quiet.

"Ah hah!" I whisper as I hold up the pair of Tweezers.

I walk out of the bathroom and over to the window again.

I turn my hand that expands out of the bars. I feel around for a screw and with success I feel it.

I push my tweezers together and try to maneuver them into the screws hole.

"Come on!" I whisper yell as I try to find it.

The tweezers free from my hand as I hear it make a clinging noise to the concrete below me.

"Shoot!" I say, sadly to loud.

The door flies open and I turn in awareness.

"What is going on?" David asks angrily.

"Uh. I can't sleep..." I reply.

He walks to my kitchen and rummages through the cabinets. He pulls out a bottle and drops a pill into his hand.

"Take this." He hands it to me.

"What is it?" I ask looking at it.

"Melatonin, it'll help you sleep, you don't think if give you anything prescribed right?" He asks as if he's joking. He means if it wasn't a nature made pill and was prescribed, if I took to much if commit suicide from an over dose, and he doesn't want a dead bride!?

"Right." I give him a straight smile and take the pill with water.

"Okay, now rest.'' He demands with a finger pointed at me, I nod and he leaves. I sigh and roll my eyes and fall onto the bed...