Chapter Four

When I awoke, I resided in a different room. It was rather plain, with white walls and a shaggy black carpet. My wrist was shackled to a simple, queen bed with a black and white bedspread that lay in the middle of the room. With only one arm handcuffed, I was able to sit up and look around. A boring black nightstand sat next to the bed. I opened up the drawers with my left hand since my right was bound. A bible was in the top drawer and a Torah next to it. The second drawer was empty, but the third contained a channel sheet for the TV placed in front of the bed.

I scratched my forehead. There were two small windows in the room, but they were too small to fit through and too high to see out of. The television looked as if it had been made in the ninety’s. I scanned the room for the remote, but it was damn near empty.

The door was next to the TV. A shadow shuffled underneath the doorway. I heard numerous lock opening and counted six locks. The door opened; the same man’s tall dark frame appeared. He held a tray with a bowl full of oatmeal and a cup of juice, and sat it down on the bed where my hand was bound.

“You could have at least brought me the remote if you’re going to keep me here.” He looked around the room, frowning.

“Uh, yeah. The remote doesn’t work. You should be happy that I even brought you food. Don’t get things mistaken, sweetheart. I have to keep you alive if I want to get to that dickhead father of yours.” It took all the power within me to keep myself from throwing the bowl of oatmeal straight toward his head. Rather, I took a spoonful and fed myself. He smiled at me, again. He must have thought this was funny.

“I didn’t think you could get any uglier, but as soon as you smile my fucking eyes bleed.”

He raised an eyebrow. We both knew I was lying. If he hadn’t have kidnapped me and tied me to a bed he may have had a chance with me. He stood at about six feet tall with a muscular build. I could tell by the way his plain black t-shirt hung to his torso that he was ripped. Every move he made was intensified by how his muscles contorted. Around his neck hung a simple cross chain necklace. His face, coated with faded scars, was sharp in features; his lips lush and his eyes a brilliant bronze--and his hair. It was so dark and luscious, that my fingers clenched from the need to run through the vast planes of his head.

Once I paused to stare, it took me a moment to shake off the stupor his appearance caused.

“So, what’s with the whole handcuffed-to-the-bed thing? I never took you as the kinky type of guy, but I’m not judging.” I insisted; a smirk spread on my face as his expression turned angered.

“No, you’re tied to the bed because I don’t trust you not to run away.” He replied, rolling his eyes at my childish antics.

“Pretty smart, that. But don’t worry. I WILL get out. And when I do, you’ll pay for this. You’ll never get my father, and I plan on killing you as soon as possible. And all of your stupid accomplices.” I said, smiling in triumph.

“You realize that I could kill you with just a flick of my wrist, right?” He stated, taking out a knife and pressing it against my throat.

I laughed, shaking my head.

“Go right ahead. Then you’ll have nothing.” I waited, raising my eyebrows. I would have crossed my arms, but I was still handcuffed. My heart pounded through my chest like a desperate prisoner. I didn’t know if my bluff would work.

“Valerie, I can feel your heart beating,” He began, taking back the knife and polishing it against his shirt, “I didn’t know you felt that strongly about me. Or that you were into sadomasochism, for that matter.” He finished with a smirk.

My mouth opened in furious disbelief. That bastard.

“You wish.”

He kept smirking. Damn him.

“Oh, of course I do. How do you know me so well?” He put the knife away as he spoke.

“Because,” I said with a coy smirk, “I can read minds.”

He gave me a look and rolled his eyes.

“One of my accomplices is coming by in about,” he paused, looking at an imaginary watch, “Now.”

True to his word, the door sprang open and in walked none other than the infamous Nicholas Suede.

“Oh, God.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s the womanizer.”

“Nice to see you, too, babe.” Nicholas winked at me. He wore a ridiculous silver suit with matching sunglasses. The room wasn’t that dark, yet he never took them off. His goatee was trimmed perfectly to sculpt his face and underneath his jacket, he wore no shirt. I could see a bit of his chest hair peeking out at me. I pretended to gag.

“Seriously, this is your accomplice?!” I nearly yelled at Buttwad; my eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yeah, Xander and I have known each other since we were in diapers!” Nicholas exclaimed, not giving Buttwad the chance to answer.

“So that’s your name!” I yelled out in triumph, watching as Xander smacked himself in the forehead before repeating the action to the back of Nicholas’ head.

“Geez, woman,” said Nicholas. “You seem so excited to know that.”

“The easier it is to track you down after I get out of this hellhole.” I glanced at the floor so no one could view my scheming eyes. Unfortunately, I felt my hair follicles yanked up as my head was pulled to face Xander.

“You are not leaving!” Xander shouted with so much force that several objects in the room vibrated. He pushed me back down, and I had to reach up to rub my pained head. I could only glare with disgust as several strands of vibrant orange hair fell from his fingers.

I attempted to sit up again, but Xander pushed me down yet again.

“When are you going to get it through your thick skull that you are not getting out of here? Idiot.” He was so close to me, when he yelled at me bits of saliva spread onto my face. I reached my hand up to wipe it away, but he gripped my wrist and pinned it to my side.

His lips were pressed against mine before I could think. I didn’t expect it to happen, but it did. It lasted longer than it should. I would be lying if I said my body didn’t respond.

An awkward cough sounded throughout the room. Xander pulled away from me; our eyes connected but his were hard to read. He ran his hand through his dark hair and looked around the room in confusion.

“What the hell, dude?” Nicholas said as Xander stormed past him and out the door. His gaze met mine and his eyebrows rose.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just- I'm just going to go...” He stood there for a minute before rushing out the room and closing the door.

I sat up. My head pounded from the excitement of the past fifteen minutes. The door sat slightly ajar, catching my eye. They forgot to lock it.Through my exhaustion, I smiled. This was my chance to escape. I attempted to stand, only to fall back onto the bed. I rolled my eyes at my own idiocy, but sat up again and glanced at the handcuffs, lying on my stomach to look at them.

Upon closer examination, I noticed the little screws in the base which I knew kept the handcuff from falling apart. I bubbled with happiness before placing my other hand up to the restraint. It was a good thing that I’m left-handed.

I placed my long fingernail into the crevice of the screw and twisted, wincing as it tore the dark purple nail polish off of my nail and nearing crying when it broke. I moved on to my next and thickest nail, my thumbnail. Finally, I got the screw out and the handcuff fell apart easily, freeing me.

I slipped my hand out of the cuffs, nearly shouting in triumph. However, I couldn’t afford to be caught at this point, so I muffled my scream. Just several steps more, and then freedom would be mine. I walked to the slightly ajar door and flung it open quickly, trying not to let it creak. I had half a worry that Xander or Nicholas would be right outside the door and yell, “BOO!” before murdering me, but I took a chance anyway and tiptoed down the empty hallway. I came to a staircase and stepped carefully down the stairs, hoping none of them would make a noise. As I reached the bottom, I almost cried with joy. There, standing right in front of me, was a door leading to the outside. I flung it open and left the house, taking in the beautiful sunset before me.

Breathing in the fresh air, I smiled. That only lasted a second before I was tackled to the ground, my smile crushed on the concrete and all the fresh air I had inhaled knocked out of me.

“I told you that you wouldn’t escape, Princess.”

Author's Note:

Ello', you little sparkling goffers, it's Vix. And like, I'm so glad you're reading this.

So like, how's the weather? Good? Yeah? Ready for school to start, those of you who are still younglings and have to suffer? Yeah? Good. Glad we had this sweet little chat.

Now vote and comment. Or else you won't be sparkling goffers anymore. Just kidding. But not.

p.s. it's the sexy mofo nicholas on the side. ~A