Kidnapped

Chapter IX

My cabin was totally isolated. It was definitely some kind of prison, mega modern, with high technology tools, computers and cameras. Even the design seemed really futuristic.

But all the same, I still felt unsafe. The thought that I’m not in my own room, house, even city, was haunting me.

I haven't seen James since we were taken from the high-school and I was really wondering if he was alright. Neither Adam nor James seemed to be frightened about those things that were happening almost daily. We were followed, hurt, attacked, but nothing seemed to scare them. They were actually prepared for this.

I was tired of thinking, of analyzing every situation. I just laid in my bed and stared at the room. I was completely calm despite the fact that I was kidnapped and kept into a cage but anyway... The room was white, almost dazzling. My eyes and my head were still bothering me. My right hand was also shaking, and I noticed bruises of fingers left on my shoulder. I was wearing a white large T-shirt with a logo on it. A green sphere surrounded by a blue ring with the inscription "DM" on it. Abbreviations aren't good. Not when you find it on a shirt you wear while you are isolated in a cell. Up, on my neck, I could feel a patch and in the moment when I touched it, I wept a sound of pain. It was swollen. I guess this is how I fall asleep: injected with tranquilities. But the scar looked bad, and it was throbbing. Definitely something went wrong.

In the corner of the room, there was a desk with an envelope and a pen on it. Above them, two shelves full of old teen magazines, DVDs and CDs. My bed was a small and messy one, having on the each end an iron grill. The steel door was in a perfect condition, but it had no knob. I guess I was stuck here with a code outside the room. I had no window, but I had air conditioner. I had a radio and even a small TV. The carpet was new and it was smelling detergent with a scent of lilac. The walls were pillowy and soft. I felt I was captive in a mental institution.

But I guess I was realistic. I knew what happened before we got here, that my father has been kidnapped too, Adam was still a stranger and so was James. I knew the things had gone wrong and there was nothing I could do to help. But this building, the people in it, had something to do with my father and his business. Since he left, I kept denying the fact that everything went wrong because of my dad. I tried to see him innocent, not to categorize him as a mobster. Anyway, if the situation was like this, I’m sure my dad was the good guy that was always trying to fix the situation. Or much more simple, to kill them motherfuckers, off our planet! But there had no connection with the fact that I was standing in a cell, kidnapped, injected and attacked by crazy strangers.

To open or not to open.

The envelope was staring at me, praying me to open it. I felt miserable, stressed and hurt but nothing could go worse. So I opened it.

"Dear Mrs. Carter,

We would like to welcome you to our official Centre of the DM (Decoding Mission), where you will be standing a while.

In a few moments after you wake up, one of our volunteers will come to answer and explain you all you want to know.

Have a pleasant stay.

Yours faithfully,

Christina Walters."

Finally, someone who could help me or at least to give me some answers. But I still couldn't trust anybody there. They're still the ones who kidnapped me and James.

Talking about James, I started to worry because I didn't know where and how he was. I was so happy that night when he took me to the ball, and the memory of the kiss we had, but I started to regret that I accepted to go. I should've called Patrick that night, not roam the streets in the middle of the night, waiting to be captured.

Suddenly, I heard some noises outside my room. It was someone, typing the code to enter my room.

"Good morning, Andrea! I'm Christina, the… letter girl. How was your sleep?"

She was… dangerously nice. But, anyway I had no means to escape. So I decided to use her and try to get more details. I noticed she was following my every move, though I remained relaxed.

She seemed old but, I don’t think she was over 40 years. With a straight long hair, a tall and solid body, wearing a white and simple shirt, with some stretch trousers and mat high-heels she looked like a totally ordinary woman. Nothing sophisticated. But I knew I couldn’t confide in her. Actually I couldn’t trust anybody at all. My dad never told me what was his business, Adam didn’t want to tell me his big secret, this chick was acting that nothing happened and it’s normal for a teenager to be kept in a cage and James… He didn’t hide anything up to know. He was acting naturally. Out of the discussion we had about Adam. James knew something, but he didn’t want to get involved and I respected that. The situation failed and here he is, somewhere in this building, totally involved now.

“I’m fine. I slept well, although I have a minor headache. Where is James?”

I don’t know why I asked that. I worried about him because I knew how I felt. I was fine. I wanted to know if he was as good as I was.

“Your partner rests in his cabin right now. You will meet him at the lunch. Now it’s morning and I know you’re eager to ask a lot of questions, but first I want you to eat the breakfast.”

Goal achieved! James was fine for God’s sake! Back to me.

“Not really hungry. But very thirsty.”

My dad used to make the breakfast. He was preparing the same meal all the time. But I never got bored of the taste. The fired eggs had the yolk cooked perfect, yellow and soft. The bacon that was still sizzling on my plate, and the hot latte that I’ve never drank it all. I’m not a big fan of coffee. I sometimes think that I drink it either because I’m too bored and thirsty or because everyone drinks it, and I’m not the “out of the crowd” man type.

“Okay.” While she was talking to me, she kept writing on a clip-board all the things I needed and what I had in the room. I felt like an analyzed specimen, like a mice ready to be tested. She was following my words and my mouth, how I was “reacting” to their experiments. I wanted to leave this creepy place as I soon as I could. But I knew I had to be a good girl for a while.

“I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll bring you tea.”

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