The Story of Scared and Stuck

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The Story of Scared and Stuck

 I shift and groan on the uncomfortable bed. My eyes shoot open in realization and I try to scream but my voice is muffled by a cloth that smells like urine and sewer water. I scrunch my nose in disgust and sit up on the bed. They are tied behind me, well handcuffed so it takes me a couple seconds to get up but I manage to.  When I sit up all the memories of God knows when come back to me. The image of Parker falling to the ground next to me as I scream for him and pray to God he's okay.  The throbbing pain is not as bad as the unknown information of Parker's whereabouts.

Where he is?

Is he Okay?

Is he breathing?

Is he still lying next to the old pickup truck that has that scent of new car even though it is used and beat-up?

Is his chest heaving up and down as he gasps for air?

Is he safe?

In the hospital?

Having dinner with his family?

Is he de-

No, I can't say that word. I search the room for any opening or way to escape or even a hint but the walls have no door or window. I look up at the ceiling and see a small light that eerily sticks in place. The floor isn't illuminated enough so I can't see anything and when I walk around on the cold floor barefoot I don't feel any cracks.  The only thing I can find is a sharp piece of mirror that doesn't help at all. And to my horror I realized something terrifying.

He somehow built the room around me.

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A couple hours-I suppose- later I am crying. Not at the fact that I may never see the daylight again. Or the fact I could possibly be raped or that I can't stop thinking about a huzard or some freaky ghost coming to eat me. It's the fact that I still don't know if Parker is alive. I hug Odis- yes he was brought hear with me- to my back which is the only place I can reach- thankful that Reece at least had the decency to let me keep him.

My sobs quiet down into whimpers when I hear something. Footsteps. Around me. I scramble to my feet and listen quietly. They are light and airy. Like heels for a women. Then I hear a voice. Well, two voices

One is Reece and the other one is his mom's?

No! It’s Vinnie!

I scream in a muffled tone and scream and scream.

"What's that?" I hear Vinnie ask and even though my throat is burning I scream for my life.

"What? I don't hear anything?" I hear Reece answer.

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