I woke as the sun peeked in through the window causing the sunlight to directly hit my face. I realized that I was alone in bed and relief that he was gone filled inside of me. There weren't any noises coming from the rest of the house which caused the curiosity inside me to come out. I slid over to the side of the bed and placed my feet on the cold, wooden floor. I quietly walked to the door and placed my hand on the doorknob. Did I really want to open the door? I could just lay in bed until I had to get out of bed or until someone came in.

I decided that I needed to face whoever was in the house and not hide in bed. I opened the door and walked out to the living room and kitchen. There was no one here. I looked outside to see that the boat was gone. What if they left me here to die? How long would I be able to survive if they never came back? I jumped and let out a yelp when a hand touched my shoulder. I whirled around to see Brooke standing behind me.

"Sorry." She muttered, holding her hands up in the air.

"It's fine, you just scared me. Where are they?" I asked, ignoring my racing heart.

"Not sure but the boat is gone." She replied as she went to sit on the couch.

I joined her on the couch. We hadn't had much alone time together so it was nice to be able to see her and talk with her with the fear that the guys were around.

"How are you?" I bravely asked, knowing that answer probably wasn't good.

She frowned and hesitated before answering, "I've been better, some days are better than others."

"Do you think there is any way out of here?" She randomly asked after minutes of silence between the two of us.

"There has to be. We can't be here forever." I said, trying to be hopeful.

"What was your dad like?" She asked, catching me off guard.

I glanced at her in surprise and didn't answer. I had been trying to forget that about my dad. Out of all the things we could talk about I didn't think she would bring that up. I tried holding back my tears not wanting to think about that.

"I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." She frowned, shaking her head as she avoided eye contact with me.

"No, it's fine. Um, he was my hero. I was more of a daddy's girl than a mommy's girl. My dad and I spend a lot of time together and we were extremely close. He was a police officer, of course, and the best dad I could have asked for. I just wish that he didn't have to die the way he did. I wish there was something I could have done to save him." I frowned and my voice faded out as a tear fell down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away, not wanting to start sobbing.

"It's not your fault, there wasn't anything you could have done without getting yourself hurt or killed." She said.

This was the most I had ever heard Brooke talk, mainly because she was terrified of Marcus. I had just started to notice how beautiful she was even with the dirt-covered clothes and skin. We hadn't gotten to clean up since our kidnapping so we probably looked more terrible than we thought.

"How about we both take a shower before they come back." I said trying to change the subject off of my father.

She nodded, looking down at her dirt-covered hands as I said, "You can go first, I'm sure though that it will feel great to finally shower."

I couldn't imagine being raped over and over again and then not being able to shower. Being in her shoes was something I hoped never to happen to me. What would I do if Kyle decided he wanted to go farther than kissing? I couldn't let that happen and then he would realize how much I really hated him. I watched as Brooke got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom.

I loved the beach so I went outside of the house and decided to walk around. There was a nice tropical breeze that blew my hair and wafted the scent of salt water to my nose. There was no boat in sight, in any direction that I looked. I wanted to see what was behind the house so I started to head back there. All there was back there were woods, which I wasn't too excited about.

Instead of looking outside I decided to head inside to look for a landline or a cell phone. There had to be a way to contact someone. I knew it was unlikely that I would find anything but this was my only chance to look. I raced back to the house and started examining everywhere I could think of. The house was huge and I needed to search places where a cell phone could be hidden. This was going to take some time, but I needed to hurry.

I started in the back bedrooms, searching in and out of drawers but found nothing. I looked under the bed, behinds picture, in every corner of the rooms. There was nothing in the bedrooms sadly. I headed to the living room and kitchen area. I plopped down on the couch and looked through the cracks of the couch. Nothing. I searched under the couch and chairs in the living but I continued to find nothing. I sighed there was only the kitchen left to look and my hopes were getting lower and lower. I began to throw open drawers as I looked quickly inside them. There was the last drawer and I knew it was hopeless to look but I looked anyway. The drawer was empty, shocker.

"Looking for something?" A voice asked, causing me to jump. I was caught red-handed. My head shot up in surprise and I quickly closed the drawer. Good job trying to act casual. I mentally scolded myself for not hearing them pull up and enter the house. I was so invested in searching for a phone that I totally forgot that they could arrive at any minute. Kyle and Marcus stood in the doorway with bags of groceries.

"No, I was just seeing what all we have." I lied, hating myself that I couldn't have come up with a better excuse but I was nervous.

"So you weren't looking for a phone or anything to contact help?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at me, watching for my lies.

"No." I lied with a straight face, trying not to show how much I was scared of being caught.

Marcus chuckled and then asked, "Where's Brooke?"

"Taking a shower." I replied, glad that the subject was changed.

"Perfect." He muttered as he walked away leaving Kyle and me alone.

I watched quietly as I saw Marcus bang on the bathroom door for Brooke to open up. I thought he was about to break down the door if she didn't open it quicker. I knew she would open the door though because she was terrified of him. It made me sick because I knew what he was going to do to her. Kyle walked over to me and said, "Follow me."

Obediently, I followed him. I guess I wasn't getting my shower after all. He walked outside to the beach and sat down close to the shoreline. I sat down next to him but I wasn't going to be the first to speak. He looked out into the ocean and remained quiet. Something was up; I just didn't know what it was. Could he know that I was lying and was mad at me? I would give anything to know what was running through his mind. Then again, did I really want to know everything that monster was thinking?

"I'm curious, what exactly are you thinking?" He asked, taking the words right out of my mouth. Was he a mind reader? I was thinking the same thing. He turned and faced me, waiting for my answer.

"What do you mean?" I asked, playing stupid.

He grinned and placed his hand on top of my hand. I had trained myself to no longer flinch at his touch but at times it was so hard to do. Self-control was becoming my best friend. At this point, I don't think I even showed how much I truly hated him. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do later in life as a career but if I ever get out of here, I really should become an actress.

"How do you feel about me and this situation?" He asked the more direct question.

"I've seen that you have always tried to help me and keep me safe. I feel safe with you. I realized that there is no escape and I should just accept that I'm here. I just want to go back to how things were before." I lied right through my teeth and I hoped he wouldn't see through my fake smile and lies.

"Really? How all of the sudden?" He questioned, getting suspicious.

"A change of heart." I replied, not sure what he wanted me to say.

"How about we go for a swim." He suggested, giving me a smile, showing his pearly white teeth.

"Uh, no thanks." I answered.

I said no for many reasons, I didn't want to go with him and because I actually feared of the ocean. I hate sharks and any mysterious animals that live in the bottom of the ocean and can appear anywhere. Then there is seaweed that always makes me think that something is attacking me. I love the beach but hate physically going in the ocean.

"Why's that?" He asked eying me with suspension, thinking I was just disobeying him.

"I hate the ocean. I hate salt water and sharks. Both are in the ocean." I replied.

"Oh come on Kel, enjoy a little. Nothing bad is going to happen; people swim in the ocean all the time." He tried to reason but I wasn't believing him.

"Some of the people get killed." I replied back.

"I think you have survived enough being in the situation you are. I don't think some shark is going to hurt you after everything you have been through. Come on, we won't go out that far." He replied.

A part of me was actually comforted by his words and I knew I had to go out. I smiled and nodded in agreement, even though I was terrified. I watched as he stripped off his shirt and pants until he was just in his boxers. I couldn't help but look away, not wanting to see him practically naked. I wanted to pretend that he was just in a swimsuit but I knew that wasn't true.

"I would tell you that you could take your clothes off so they don't get wet but I figured that you would prefer your clothes on." He said taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.

He didn't let go of my hand and I could feel it shaking with fear of the ocean and not Kyle this time. We walked slowly to the ocean and I felt the warm tropic water hit my feet. I was expecting the water to be cold but it wasn't. The ocean was so clear and blue that I couldn't help but be amazed. I could see right to the bottom as we walked farther and farther out. Once I was almost waist deep, we stopped. I still feared that a shark would come but at least if one came, I could see it coming because of how crystal clear the water was.

"See it's not that bad right?"

"I guess not." I replied, not sounding too convinced.

He stroked my cheek and wiped away a strain of my hair. He bent down to my level and kissed me softly on the lips. This was a test, I knew it was for a fact. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. I pressed my lips up against his passionately, even though I hated it. He knelt down on his knees since we weren't that deep and I followed. We continued to kiss, only pausing for a quick breath when it was needed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself closer to him. This had to seem realistic.

His burning hot skin pressed against mine and I could taste some salt water as it occasionally brushed up to my face, the taste made me sick to my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair trying to make everything seem as real as possible. I didn't really have experience with this, so I hoped I was doing everything right. We slowly made our way to shore again and I was laid on my back in the wet sand as water filled around the outline of my body.

We kept kissing and I felt like this would never end. I wouldn't be the one to end this. The sand was irritating my skin as I sunk into it. The dry sand stuck to my wet clothes and skin like a magnet. Finally, he pulled away and looked down at me with lust in his eyes. I faked a smile as I made eye contact with him. He laid on top of me and just stared at me, which worried me. Did he know that I was playing him? Did I do something wrong?

"Do you love me?" He randomly asked, leaving me speechless.

I was stunned by the question and was hesitant before answering. Forget what you actually feel and lie. You have to keep playing this game. Reminding myself that this was my way of survival and getting on his good side so I could try and escape.

"I think I do." I quietly replied, snapping myself out of shock.

He grinned and then brushed his lips against mine on last time. When he pulled away he said, "How about you go shower."

I nodded and he slowly got off of me. This couldn't have come any sooner. This was so wrong on so many levels and I just hoped someone would help me soon so I could quit pretending. I got to my feet and without making any further eye contact, I walked away to the house. I felt so dirty and disgusting. I didn't even care about getting the floor wet and sandy, I just needed to shower. I just hope that this will end soon.