I could feel a cool breeze blowing on me.
For a second, I found myself on a warm, sunny beach. Beside me was all my friends, all laying out beside me in the scalding hot sand, trying to get a fabulous tan to show off at the community pool.
Then I remembered.
Everything came rushing back to me, bringing with it that now familiar wave of fear. It felt as if my heart had skipped a beat as my eyes popped open, frantically looking around me for an escape.
I turned, seeing that man, Jack, sitting on a couch behind me. Beside him was a big fan, so noisy that I was surprised I hadn't heard it already.
I bit my lip, not sure what I should do. In school, they never teach you what the best course of action is if you happened to be held hostage. For any teachers reading this, I would highly suggest adding this to your curriculum.
I stood up, noticing the worn recliner chair I had been sitting on. I was confused; in most movies I'd seen the kids kidnapped were locked in a dungeon of some sorts, right? Not left to sleep in a recliner...
"How do you like your eggs done?" he asked me.
I stared at him dumbly. Eggs?
"Scrambled? Sunny side up?"
"I- eggs?" I repeated.
"She wants scrambled!" he called over his shoulder. "You know you can sit back down," he said to me.
"You're blocking the TV."
"Oh." I sat back down, pulling on the lever on the side of the chair so that it wasn't fully reclined anymore.
"Basketball," he said as if that explained everything. When it really didn't.
My nose itched, and when I reached my hand up to itch it, I realized my hands were no longer tied. I looked down at my feet; they weren't tied either. I quickly pinched my hand, making sure I was truly awake. I was.
Someone entered the room then, carrying two plates filled with eggs and bacon. He handed one to Jack, and the other to me. He gave each of us a fork, said "Bon apetite!" then disappeared again.
I glanced over at Jack, who was already heartily eating his meal. He looked up at me and grinned. "That was Toby. He cooks all our food. Pretty good, eh?"
"I'm not hungry," I tried to say defiantly. It came out as more of a feeble whisper.
"Not hungry? Nope, not possible. This stuff is fantastic. Best eggs on this side of the bay. You have to try."
I nodded, eating a small mouthful of eggs. I gotta admit, it was fantastic. But I was afraid that if I ate more than that one mouthful, I would throw up everywhere. Fear did that to you. I set the plate down on the floor beside the chair.
The final buzzer of the game on TV sounded, and Jack jumped out of his chair in excitement.
"Be right back," he told me, running out of the room.
I listened as he enthusiastically told whoever was in the next room over who had won.
I stood, talking a step towards the big window at the front of the room, behind the TV. My hand reached out to push aside the heavy polyester curtain-
"What are you doing?"
I turned around.
Jack was standing there. I didn't like how his eyes analyzed me.
"I- I- I just-"
"You're not supposed to touch the curtains, Lacey will get mad. You have to use the cord to pull them aside, like this." I stepped aside as he reached above me to pull a gold threaded cord.
Sunlight streamed into the room, and a beautiful sunset was revealed. I must have only been asleep for a couple of hours if it was now nightfall.
The woman entered the room, and it struck me how tall, blonde, and thin she was. Her face was passive as she motioned for Jack to approach her. She muttered something in his ear, and he left.
She nodded at me, then she left too.
I quickly checked the window. It was the kind that didn't open; I couldn't get out through there.
My other option was out the doorway that Jack and the woman had disappeared through.
What did I have to lose? I asked myself.
I quietly tiptoed through the doorway, finding myself in a short hallway; to the left, I could see part of a kitchen. I could hear pots banging; I didn't want to go that way.
So I ventured to the right.
"Are you ready to go?" I stopped in my tracks. I'd hardly taken three steps out of the den. "We don't want to keep Lacey waiting."
Jack stood at the other end of the hallway, leaning against the wall in a casual stance with his arms crossed expectantly.
"I- yea. I'm ready. Where- where exactly are we going?"
He ignored my question and motioned for me to follow him through another doorway.
We were in a garage.
The man that had made the eggs, Toby, was leaning against the blue van. Beside him were two other men.
Toby made a move in my direction, but Jack stepped between us.
"We're not tying her up again," Jack said firmly.
Toby threw his arms up, to say that it was Jack that would take the fall if anything went wrong. As he raised his arms, his shirt became untucked, revealing a big fat gun.
****This Chapter Is Not Finished, I Am Going To Publish It Then Come Back Later To Finish It. Sorry! ****