I rubbed my eyes as the sun woke me and I thought about last night. It was the perfect prom. Kendrick obeyed my wishes and didn't try and pressure me into sex, we danced, I won prom queen, and I had the best punch of my life.
Sitting up, my blurry vision focused and I realized that this wasn't my room. The Sun wasn't coming through my window, and I wasn't in my own clothes. Frantically, I tried to swing my feet off of the bed and leave, only to find that my feet were chained to the bed. Panicking, I ran my hands down the side of my face and refrained from crying. Duct Tape? It was around my mouth.
Okay, Lana. Maybe there's an explanation for all of this, maybe you and Kendrick did have sex. Maybe things got...kinky. No! I felt between my legs, no moisture, no blood, no aching. What is going on?!
Defeatedly, I scanned the room noticing my purse on my bedside table. My phone! Whoever did this was not to witty, obviously. Reaching over, I grabbed it and my hands shook as I unzipped it and reached in for my phone. It was empty. Someone had emptied it's contents.
Okay, maybe now was a good time to cry.
I flopped back and squealed in my mouth. How'd I get here? When? Did Kendrick or Ashleigh even notice that I was gone?
A few long, boring moments passed before the knob on the door jiggled a little and someone walked in.
This is very short, but its a little cliffhanger and fills you guys in on what's happening. Next chapter might throw you guys for a loop.
Solana Rowe b.k.a SZA in the MultiMedia
