Okay I know this first chapter is confusing because of the title but it will make since later in the book. This is how it should start and is present tense but the characters in this chapter needed to be introduced in this way.

Elena's POV

" Hurry and get up!" Noah demanded.

His voice screamed authority and I just nodded in response.

"OK"

I got off the bed tripping on the end of the bed post.

The same cold hand from the night before touched my shoulder.

I flinched at the contact making a gap between us.

He grabbed my arm again and we walked towards what I'm assuming is the Kitchen.

He let go of my arm and walked to the other side of the counter.

I sat at the table.

The house was so nice, so put together, it was unbelievable that he lived in it.

I turned back around and looked towards the kitchen and we locked eyes.

A shiver fell down my back and I looked away towards the window.

You could see the snow falling gently against the glass.

He scared me and I obviously had a good reason but I didn't want him to know.

I had to be strong.

"Here," he sat a cup of orange juice and a piece of toast in front of me, "Eat."

I looked at the food, hesitant, but my stomach growled and every second I fought the urge to eat it.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of controlling me but, I just couldn't fight the urge to eat.

I picked up the toast and took a bite watching him walk around the kitchen cleaning.

I grabbed my drink gulping down down the juice.

A sudden movement made me jolt around as he walked over towards me.

"Get up," he demanded.

I did not know what to do so I stood.

My eyes locked with Noah's and all the memories of our childhood came flooding back, momentarily distracting me, which was a good thing for him.

In two seconds a needle was stabbed into my neck, making my head spin for a few minutes before everything came into view.

My legs ached and got wobbly, and I fell to the ground.

He walked over to me and picked me up but I couldn't move.

My whole body felt numb.

Ketamine.

He carried me through the hallway but instead of turning to the bedroom, where I was before, he kept going forward toward the garage door.

Noah opened the door and cold air blew over us as he took me toward the open trunk.

He gently laid me in and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight sweetcheeks," he mumbled, shutting the trunk.

I could hear his footsteps walking to the front of the car.

It started up and he drove away.

*

After the trunk closed, I don't remember much.

I remember waking up not knowing where I was.

It was dark and hot.

I squirmed around before I noticed how tight of a space I was in.

Pieces of my memories came back, enough to know I was drugged and didn't have a concussion, so I felt a little better.

I lied in the trunk staring up in the darkness, waiting for whatever would happen next.

The car jerked to a stop and padded feet made there way to the trunk, throwing it open.

I closed my eyes quickly and pretended I was sleeping.

Noah picked me up and carried me forward.

I opened my eyes slightly and a cellar door came into view.

At first, I didn't understand what was going on but then it hit me.

That's where he was going to put me.

He dropped me on the ground and I screamed out in pain.

"Good morning Sweetcheeks," He walked over to me and held out his hand to help me up.

I pushed myself up and stood there frozen as he turned to open the door.

This was my chance.

I jerked around and ran, the snow rhythmically crunching beneath my feet.

I was freezing cold, and still wearing the clothes from the night before.

Leggings and an oversized blush sweatshirt.

I tried focusing on my breath and increasing my speed at the same time.

My leg slipped in the snow and I fell to the ground.

His body was on top before I even got the chance to get up, a gun was pressed to the side of my head as I was forced up.

"You shouldn't run away Sweetcheeks, you can get hurt you know." he comments.

Ya by you, jackass.

He walked me back to the cellar door, dragging me to keep up with his pace.

When we got back to the door he made me open it as he stood behind and watched.

When I got the door opened he pushed me down the steps and slammed the door shut.

*

The cellar was not at all what I expected.

I walked forward from where the cellar door was latched.

The room that drew my attention the most was what I'm assuming is the living room.

It had a couch with pillows and a flat screen tv in front of it.

Why would he kidnap me to put me in here.

It didn't make sense.

Right across from the living room was the kitchen.

I walked over to the kitchen pulling out drawers and searching them for anything I could use to hurt him with.

The closest thing to a weapon I could find was a frying pan.

The odds of me sneaking up to him with a frying pan would be slim to nothing.

I decided the bathroom would be my next stop.

If there was a mirror I could break it and use the glass.

I walked down the hallway and the second door on my right was the bathroom.

I walked in noticing right away the patterns on the shower curtain.

I turned from the tub towards the sink where there was a mirror.

I reached out to touch it but instead of feeling cool glass I felt plastic.

He was prepared for anything.

I walked back to the main room and noticed a small closet that I probably passed when I went to the bathroom.

I opened it up, there were cleaning supplies at the very bottom, towels on the top, and blankets in the middle.

I could poison him with the cleaning supplies but he could smell it, or die when was not down here.

I walked back into the main room.

I just couldn't quite grasp what the meaning of this whole thing was.

I mean there were a few things that could happen or most likely will happen but I couldn't think of that.

There had to be a way out of here, I have to contact Cameron somehow.

I jerked around when I heard the Cellar door crack open and he was here.

I walked backward, bumping into the wall as he walked toward me slowly.

My back slid down the wall.

Further with every step he took.

He crouched down in front of me and smiled.

"How are you, Sweetcheeks?" His voice was calm but his body was tense.

Nothing about him screamed danger, but I knew what he was capable of.

I was not sure if I should play along or ignore him.

I stood up and walked toward the kitchen.

I did not know what my plan was but I knew had to figure it out soon.

"Where are you going?" He stood up fast and grabbed my arm and pulled me in.

My body pressed hard against him, our faces inches apart, causing my body to tense and freeze.

Our eyes meet and Noah smiles sadistically.

"I like being this close to you," He smiled then pressed his lips hard against mine and I stumbled backwards.

He reached forward and I lost my footing and fell to the ground.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me up pushing me into the sofa.

I tried standing up but my effort was over taken and I was pushed down again.

"We need to get some things straight, Elena. If I want you to do something or even tell you to, you do it understand me?" I sat there unable to catch my breath.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

I was in shock and still not fully sure of the situation.

Noah had never gotten me this far so I was completely surprised by the turn this took.

"Do you understand me?" He was pissed, and you could here the rage in his voice.

I looked up at him as a tear trickled down my cheek.

He crouched down in front of me with a sympathetic look on his face.

"You could have made this easier you know, it didn't have to be this way. We could have been a couple!"

Even the thought of us ever being together made me nauseous.

I sat there knowing that anything that I said would have made him mad.

He stood up and reached forward, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

I shiver ran down my spine and I leaned further back in the sofa, hoping it would eat me alive.

"Goodnight Elena, I hope you have sweet dreams." He turned around and walked away.

When he got to the cellar door he took out the key from his pocket and unlocked it.

As soon as he was gone I stood up.

I fixed the pillows on the sofa I sat on and took note of the flat screen tv was across the room from the sofa and a white shelf filled with movies ranging from G to MA.

Across from the living room was a long hallway that had three doors along it.

The first was a utility room with more cleaning supplies, a washer and dryer, and a hot water heater.

In the second room across the hall was a bathroom.

Which I now figured out didn't have a lock on the door.

The last room was a bedroom.

The walls were a smoky gray color and there were there were two queen size beds against one wall.

There was a night stand between the beds and one huge vanity dresser.

The dresser was full of clothes ranging from fall to summer and on top was a makeup bag.

There was one closet and another door that was locked.

I sat down on one of the beds closest to the door and opened the night stand.

Inside there was a bible, three books, and a flashlight.

I pulled out the first book and turned it over revealing its title, The Giver.

I read the book once in the 7th grade and it was okay.

I laid in the bed pulled the soft blanket over my body and opened the book to chapter 1.