DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Forty-Four

Jamie

It felt like years before they came back with food. It was almost painful, I wasn't even sure how long I had been here. There were no windows, I was in a small basement. The carpeting look newly done, as if someone had just restored the house recently.

Tears still burned my cheeks every once in awhile. I wouldn't lose hope for Harry though. There were plenty of ways for him to find me in this world. He had all the money in the world. He would find me and save me, I knew that.

Granted, he wasn't thinking I just left. Surely he would have at least tried to contact Sally. I wouldn't leave him like that and I would hope he would never think like that either. He trusted me more than that.

The ropes were digging into my wrists as I tried to wiggle out periodically. No such luck, what were these? Freaking boy scout knots? These guys looked like they couldn't be older than 20 to be honest.

I jumped as I heard the door open and close. Footsteps tapped down the long flight of stairs. It was Luke, I could see his blonde hair from the corner of my eye.

"We ordered Pizza, would you like some?" He asked me.

I scanned him, he wasn't carrying anything. He just stood in front of me with his hands in his black skinny jeans.

"Is it poisoned?" I asked, scowling.

He laughed a little. Quite arrogantly I might add. He looked so innocent as if he didn't have one bad feeling about drugging me and letting me pass out in a foreign car.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked.

He looked up, his expression turned to serious.

"I gave you a small sleeping solution, nothing you wouldn't take right before bed at night on a rough night." He said.

"As if that freaking matters, you tied me up here!" I snapped back.

"Look, we aren't going to hurt you. We just didn't want you to run away as soon as you woke up." He replied.

I coughed out a laugh.

"We're not bad guys..." He said.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course not. You just drugged me in a foreign vehicle, right?"

"I'll make you a deal. If you promise not to run, you can come upstairs and eat some pizza." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

I contemplated the offer. I could get away, I was quick. After I ate some pizza of course. Pizza sounded amazing, even if it was from a kidnapper. At least if I saw it in a box, maybe I wouldn't be so afraid of getting drugged again.

"Fine." I said, biting back. Hoping I wouldn't regret my decision.

He nodded and smiled, he left and shortly returned with Chase.

They untied my wrists and I sighed with relief.

"Oh this doesn't look good, Luke." Chase cringed at the marks left.

"It'll heal, we'll just get some ice or something on it. Let her take a shower." Luke said waving off Chase. He helped me out of the chair, my legs had gotten stiff from sitting for so long.

Chase held my arm as we walked up the stairs, not forcefully, more like someone would if they were helping their lover.

"Thank you." I said quietly.

He smiled, looking down.

"I know this is a scary situation, but we really aren't going to hurt you."