Taken

Chapter 7

Monday 10th January 2014

Once again I wake up in Harry's huge, soft bed and thankfully, he is nowhere to be seen. I wonder where he slept last night, considering this is his room, and I've kind of hijacked it.

I slowly get up and trudge over to the bathroom, promising myself that today will not be like yesterday. I let my guard down slightly yesterday, something I haven't done in a long while, and it was dangerous. No more miss nicey nicey though, today, I want answers, and I don't care how I get them. I go over what I'm going to say to the guys when while I'm in the shower and although I have it planned to the last detail, I'm still nervous as I step out into the long corridor.

Its quiet today, eerily quiet. Yesterday there was always some sort of noise, laughter or music or something. But now there's nothing! I don't come across any signs of life on my way to the kitchen...or in the kitchen...or any other rooms on this floor. Where is everyone?

"Er, hello?" I try calling out but there's no reply. Well this sucks! Wait, no it doesn't !!! If no ones home then how hard could it be for me to get out?

I pad across the kitchen and out into the hallway. And right in front of me is the door! Wow, this is going to be so easy, these guys aren't really that good at kidnapping people. I actually laugh out load as I skip over to the door and grab the handle. Just as I'm about to open it I see a post it note stuck just about my eye level on the door. I pull it off and read what it says:

"Congratulations sweetheart, you found the door! I wouldn't open it though if I were you. Have you forgotten all about your dear mother? Well we haven't, and if you care about her at all, we suggest you stay put x"

Oh my god. I nervously wipe my now clammy hands on my trousers and back away from the door, still holding the note. I don't want to imagine what they might do to her if I leave. Ok so if I can't leave what can I do? Maybe I could call someone? Jack, or the police!

I start wandering around looking for any sign of a phone.

"C'mon. C'mooon. There's gotta be one round here somewhere." I continue muttering to myself when, bingo! There's one on the window sill. I bet those bastards were too dumb to think about the phones. Ha!

Wait. What's that? As I get closer a small yellow square comes into view. Oh please don't be another note. Please. Please. It is. Once again I peel off the small note and begin to read it.

"999, what's your emergency? I don't think so love. No phone calls for you today, unless you LIKE being punished? And don't think we won't notice, as soon as you pick this phone up, we get told and you wouldn't want to interrupt our work would you?"

Oh for god's sake, this is getting annoying. So I can't leave and I can't call for help, what can I do? I think for a while and decide that I need to shock them and do the thing they'd expect me to do least. What would that be?

I spend about 10 minutes thinking this over before a plan finally starts forming. They clearly knew that the first thing I would do would be to try and leave, so I need to do the opposite, right? Make it look like I'm fine and butter them up so they'll answer my questions. I quickly stick the post it notes back where they were but remain standing by the phone. My plan involves cooking them a meal, cleaning and generally doing nice things for when they return. However, I don't know when they're going to be back. Maybe I could ring them? Yes! That would be perfect. If they're worried that I'll call Jack or the police then I'll do the opposite. Oh I would kill to see the look on their faces during this conversation.

I hesitantly pick up the phone and go to the phone book. Who should I call? I decide on Liam because,frankly, he seems the nicest, but I can still feel my heart beating twice as fast as normal while the phone rings.