Chapter 10
I was getting tired of being locked away. The mystery man still hadn’t told me his name, which was lame. It wasn’t like I could do anything with the information. What did he think, I could teleport through the television?
“I wish I could.” I giggled at my outlandish thoughts.
It had been a while since I’d eaten, so I prayed he would return with some food soon. The snacks he left behind didn’t do much, and I didn’t eat them for fear of not knowing when he would feed me again.
I was bored out of my mind. I colored until I got tired, I took a nap, and I watched television. I was sick of it all. I just wanted to go home, even if my dad was an asshole most of the time, but at least I knew what I was getting. I had no clue what was on this man’s mind half of the time we encountered each other. One fact that I didn’t miss was the fact that he wanted to fuck me. It was evident by the look in his eyes, and almost every time he came around me, his dick was hard.
I never heard any other noise in the house, so I wasn’t sure if I was truly alone or not. I was sure I would have heard something if someone else was here. I wondered if he even lived here or if he just came to check on me and feed me whenever he felt like it. I wished he would have told me why he stole me. There was no logical reason for any of it.
If he liked me like that, why didn’t he just say that from the beginning? Without all this bullshit, I may have given him a chance, but now I wouldn’t. It didn’t stop me from thinking about the way he kissed me or the way he looked at me like I was a prize. I mean, I was, but he didn’t know that. I couldn’t figure out his angle, and that bothered me a lot.
I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what else I could do.
“Maybe I can see what’s in the drawers.”
There was a dresser and table in the room, as well as cabinets in the bathroom, so I got up to search through them. Maybe I could find a clue as to who this guy was or where I was at.
I got up and started rummaging through the drawers while I sang a song from one of my favorite artists, Bliss . She and her husband, Amias, had a new joint album out, and it was the bomb. I loved them both so much, and Bliss’s background made me love her more. She was the true definition of you can be whatever you put your mind to.
“Ugh.” I groaned when I came up empty-handed. Every single drawer and cabinet was empty as hell.
“Did he clean it out before he put me in here?” I sat back on the bed and moved to the middle. I wrapped my arms around my legs and looked out the window.
“The sun is going down. Maybe he’ll bring some dinner soon.”
I resorted to talking to myself so I didn’t go crazy, but it was going to happen regardless. I loved myself, but I didn’t want my voice to be the only one I heard.
Crazy as it may seem, I wanted to hear my kidnapper’s voice too. It was always so gruff, like he was the big bad wolf or something. There was also something else behind his hard exterior, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe I was in the early stages of Stockholm syndrome.
I put my hand on my forehead. “I must be coming down with a fever or something because I’m tripping,” I whispered.
My forehead felt normal, so I wasn’t getting sick, at least not physically. Maybe mentally, from staring at the four walls all day.
After staring at nothing outside, I decided to get up and change the room around. There wasn’t much to change, but it gave me something to do. I also wiped the sparse furniture down with one of the washcloths from the bathroom. I didn’t have any cleaner, but it would help prevent dust from forming.
Once I was satisfied with that, I took a shower and put on clean pajamas. I had so many pairs of pajamas that I put a different set on every day. There was a clothes basket in the room, so I put all my dirty clothes in there. I wasn’t sure if he would wash them, but I couldn’t leave them lying on the floor either.
When all of that was done, I sat in the middle of the floor with all the crayons and coloring books surrounding me. I couldn’t use some of them anymore because I had colored everything. I put those in one pile and stacked them against the wall. I went through the rest and made two piles. There was one pile for almost complete, and the other one had the least complete. I pushed the least complete ones to the side, grabbed one that was almost complete, and found a page to color.
“This is what my life has come to.” I should have been doing anything else but coloring. My job probably fired me by now. I wondered what Jalen was doing. Even though I didn’t want a relationship with him, I didn’t think I would want him to be with anyone else. I probably only thought like that because of the situation. With nothing but time on my hands, I didn’t have any choice but to think of crazy shit.
“Maybe Jalen is trying to figure out a way to rescue me. If he got me out of here, then I would be indebted to him for life, and I probably would have to marry him.” I shook my head. “Nah, I can’t see it happening.”
I scratched my hair and paused with my finger in the middle of my hair.
“Holy shit!” I jumped up. “Why didn’t I think of this a while ago?” I dug in my hair again and pulled out the pins that held it together. My hair had been pulled up this whole time, but I never thought about the pins since I didn’t always use them.
“Stupid girl.” I chastised myself.
I wasn’t stupid, but I clearly was in distress and wasn’t thinking straight.
I didn’t have shoes, but I did have socks, and that was all I needed to make my escape. I’d walk home in socks if I had to, or I would try to find the nearest house, if there was one around. I hadn’t seen any out of my small ass window.
“Fuck playing nice with the bad guy. I’m going to escape.” I laughed because I was talking like I was in an action movie.
“Just call me John Wick, baby, because I’m out of here.” Once I had some socks on my feet, I walked over to the door and listened for any movement. After a few seconds, I didn’t hear anything.
I learned how to pick a lock as a child because my father locked me in the room one time, and I got out. I never knew why he did it, and we never talked about it. He never even punished me for it. I never questioned him about it, but at this moment, it came in handy.
Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I stuck the pin in the little spot to pick the lock. I was so close to getting out of here that I could taste it.
As soon as I opened the door, I bumped into a hard body.
“Going somewhere?” He smirked, and I backpedaled into the room.