Chased Across the World
Too Many Boys
***Days Later***
"Wake up, bitch." A voice growled. I internally groaned. It was the same voice I'd been hearing for the past 3 or 4 days. The one from the beginning. I slowly raised my head, my hair hanging over my face. Squinting, I could make out the form of the man. My eyes drooped as I tried to use my remaining strength to look up.
"I said wake up!" He snapped, oblivious to my weakened state. Moaning quietly, I jerked my eyes open as wide as possible, just to mock him in any way I could. He didn't think it was funny.
"Good. Are you hungry?" He joked. Unable to hold my head up any longer, my face fell forward. My stomach groaned mockingly. I needed food and water. The man always fed me and gave me a glass of water, but bread and water aren't enough to sustain a life. Not for long anyway. So instead of trying to comply to his wishes, I let myself hang there limply, unconcerned with the consequences of such actions. My stomach gurgled again.
"What was that, princess?" If only I had the strength in me, I would kill him just for that new nickname he gave me. Princess. I wanted to scoff in disgust. He keeps treating me like I'm a spoiled child throwing a tantrum because I can't buy a new doll. Please...
Someone else spoke up. "Hey, he wants to see you." In any other situation, I would have wondered who the he was in that sentence, but my mind was commandeered by images of food. Burgers, fries, steak, practically anything edible... I think my tummy wanted those too, based off how talkative it's been recently.
My eyes slipped shut, sending me into a world of sub-consciousness. I was aware of my surroundings, but I was unable to do anything. My limbs wouldn't work, my mouth wouldn't move, and my eyes wouldn't open. It was like I was on a roller coaster ride that I couldn't get off.
"So this is the girl?" A voice asked with a strange accent. I probably could have placed it if I actually tried. If I actually cared.
"Yeah, this is her."
"Man, she looks terrible."
"Dude, she's been locked in this dump for 4 days!" This voice didn't have a major accent, just a normal British lilt to it.
"Sorry, sorry. I forgot."
"Sure, you forgot. That's like saying you forgot to eat." One voice scolded.
"That is completely different and you know it!" The original boy shouted back. A thump sounded in my room followed by a swift ow. "Liam!"
"Shut up, Niall." Liam whispered. "You're gonna wake her up."
"Can we?" Niall asked, oblivious to my half-state of consciousness. I struggled against whatever held me like this, but it was futile. Liam muttered something angrily.
"I don't get what the big deal is..." Niall trailed off.
"The big deal?" Liam half-shouted, breaking his own quiet rule. "We aren't even supposed to be down here. Let alone wake her up! What if he found out? Come on." There was a scuffle and the creak of a door hinge. "Let's go tell the others." And just like that Liam and Niall were gone, whoever they were. The names seemed strangely familiar, but I couldn't place them. It was the weirdest feeling ever. Part of me recognized them, but the other half didn't. But who are the others that they mentioned? Where is here? The door creaked open once again. I fought against my internal cell, scrambling to break free of whatever this was. But it was like the door wouldn't budge. I was stuck in this semiconscious world.
Soft footsteps headed toward me. "What am I going to do?" A voice whispered from in front of me. There was a pause. "I've already got enough on my plate, and now I have to deal with you?" The boy was angry and upset, but why at me? What did I do to him? Hot breath fanned my fan, warming my chilled skin. It was such an incredible feeling that it was beyond words. That's how cold I was.
"I should leave you. I should leave you here and forget you ever existed." He whispered harshly. "That'd be easiest wouldn't it?" A sigh. "Liam seems to think I wouldn't be able to do that." Liam?? A rough finger slid down my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. "And he's right, of course. I couldn't do that." The finger caressed my frozen skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Guess we'll have to figure it out together, won't we?"
Heat suddenly radiated from something in front of my face. The breath was like a butterfly on my cheek now, fluttering closer and closer with each passing second. Warm lips pressed to my face lightly, as if the boy were afraid to wake me. "Together." With that, he left, a breeze lifted my hair from how swiftly he exited.
So many questions raced through my head. Who were these boys? Which one kidnapped me? Did they all do it? But every thought was drawn back to those of the last boy. His finger on my cheek. The heat of his breath. All of it was imprinted in my memory, allowing for constant remembrance. I knew if I heard his voice again, I'd recognize it in a heart beat. Only there was a slight problem to that thought process. What if I never saw him again?
***
My eyes flashed open, scanning the dark room for any evidence that I wasn't just dreaming up the boys. I looked forward into the darkness, waiting for my bangs to fall in front of my face as they always do. Except for when I pin it back or tuck it behind my ear. My breath hitched, caught in my throat. It was real, after all.
"Wake up, bitch." A voice growled. I internally groaned. It was the same voice I'd been hearing for the past 3 or 4 days. The one from the beginning. I slowly raised my head, my hair hanging over my face. Squinting, I could make out the form of the man. My eyes drooped as I tried to use my remaining strength to look up.
"I said wake up!" He snapped, oblivious to my weakened state. Moaning quietly, I jerked my eyes open as wide as possible, just to mock him in any way I could. He didn't think it was funny.
"Good. Are you hungry?" He joked. Unable to hold my head up any longer, my face fell forward. My stomach groaned mockingly. I needed food and water. The man always fed me and gave me a glass of water, but bread and water aren't enough to sustain a life. Not for long anyway. So instead of trying to comply to his wishes, I let myself hang there limply, unconcerned with the consequences of such actions. My stomach gurgled again.
"What was that, princess?" If only I had the strength in me, I would kill him just for that new nickname he gave me. Princess. I wanted to scoff in disgust. He keeps treating me like I'm a spoiled child throwing a tantrum because I can't buy a new doll. Please...
Someone else spoke up. "Hey, he wants to see you." In any other situation, I would have wondered who the he was in that sentence, but my mind was commandeered by images of food. Burgers, fries, steak, practically anything edible... I think my tummy wanted those too, based off how talkative it's been recently.
My eyes slipped shut, sending me into a world of sub-consciousness. I was aware of my surroundings, but I was unable to do anything. My limbs wouldn't work, my mouth wouldn't move, and my eyes wouldn't open. It was like I was on a roller coaster ride that I couldn't get off.
"So this is the girl?" A voice asked with a strange accent. I probably could have placed it if I actually tried. If I actually cared.
"Yeah, this is her."
"Man, she looks terrible."
"Dude, she's been locked in this dump for 4 days!" This voice didn't have a major accent, just a normal British lilt to it.
"Sorry, sorry. I forgot."
"Sure, you forgot. That's like saying you forgot to eat." One voice scolded.
"That is completely different and you know it!" The original boy shouted back. A thump sounded in my room followed by a swift ow. "Liam!"
"Shut up, Niall." Liam whispered. "You're gonna wake her up."
"Can we?" Niall asked, oblivious to my half-state of consciousness. I struggled against whatever held me like this, but it was futile. Liam muttered something angrily.
"I don't get what the big deal is..." Niall trailed off.
"The big deal?" Liam half-shouted, breaking his own quiet rule. "We aren't even supposed to be down here. Let alone wake her up! What if he found out? Come on." There was a scuffle and the creak of a door hinge. "Let's go tell the others." And just like that Liam and Niall were gone, whoever they were. The names seemed strangely familiar, but I couldn't place them. It was the weirdest feeling ever. Part of me recognized them, but the other half didn't. But who are the others that they mentioned? Where is here? The door creaked open once again. I fought against my internal cell, scrambling to break free of whatever this was. But it was like the door wouldn't budge. I was stuck in this semiconscious world.
Soft footsteps headed toward me. "What am I going to do?" A voice whispered from in front of me. There was a pause. "I've already got enough on my plate, and now I have to deal with you?" The boy was angry and upset, but why at me? What did I do to him? Hot breath fanned my fan, warming my chilled skin. It was such an incredible feeling that it was beyond words. That's how cold I was.
"I should leave you. I should leave you here and forget you ever existed." He whispered harshly. "That'd be easiest wouldn't it?" A sigh. "Liam seems to think I wouldn't be able to do that." Liam?? A rough finger slid down my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. "And he's right, of course. I couldn't do that." The finger caressed my frozen skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Guess we'll have to figure it out together, won't we?"
Heat suddenly radiated from something in front of my face. The breath was like a butterfly on my cheek now, fluttering closer and closer with each passing second. Warm lips pressed to my face lightly, as if the boy were afraid to wake me. "Together." With that, he left, a breeze lifted my hair from how swiftly he exited.
So many questions raced through my head. Who were these boys? Which one kidnapped me? Did they all do it? But every thought was drawn back to those of the last boy. His finger on my cheek. The heat of his breath. All of it was imprinted in my memory, allowing for constant remembrance. I knew if I heard his voice again, I'd recognize it in a heart beat. Only there was a slight problem to that thought process. What if I never saw him again?
***
My eyes flashed open, scanning the dark room for any evidence that I wasn't just dreaming up the boys. I looked forward into the darkness, waiting for my bangs to fall in front of my face as they always do. Except for when I pin it back or tuck it behind my ear. My breath hitched, caught in my throat. It was real, after all.
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1/25/14