// four years ago //
Summer's POV
I open my eyes to unknown territory. I'm laying on a bed in a small room with barely anything taking up space but a small dresser pushed into the corner. The window, which was the only light in here, had bars bolted to the wall. How did I end up here? Where the fuck had I gone?
Standing up, my head starts to pound terribly and I shut my eyes cursing the pain to stop. Something was definitely off. I sit back on the bed, head in my hands, and try to understand and remember what happened, anything.
Loud knocking could be heard, I have almost mistaken it for my headache. The door bursts open and on instinct, I stand up.
"Didn't think you'd be up yet." The man says and suddenly it all comes crashing back. This was the man to who I gave directions.
"Wha-" I start but my mind is jumbled in pain and confusion.
"You weren't easy to get, ya know?" What was he going on about? "You're always with that boy or someone else it was nearly impossible to get you alone." He smiles sinisterly. I back up in feard, that boy is Bryson. Oh, I hope he finds me.
"I was so glad when my buddy called me up saying he spotted you driving east, alone." He looks up momentarily and then straight into my eyes. "You're going to be worth a lot." He steps closer to the bed as I back into the wall.
What did he mean by that? Who would want me, what would they want?
"Please, Just let me go." I beg softy knowing it was no use.
"And What? Disappoint my many clients? I think not." He scoffs.
"C-clients?" I gulp. I had a sickly feeling about the next words to come out. I pray to god that's not what he means.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He laughs, slowly turning to the door. "You're free to roam around, but if I catch you doing something like, let's say escape, consequences will be severe." He says lowly then walks out making me weak to my knees.
I was not going to leave this room. I was scared to find out what lies behind that door or why bars are locking me in, but I knew I'd find out eventually. I was not looking forward to that.
Tears were welled up in my eyes and were trying to break free, but I knew breaking down wouldn't solve anything at this moment. I had been abducted and I was damned sure no one knew about it either. It seems this guy knew what he was doing.
"What about my family? They'll never stop looking for me!" I reason with him but he just smirked back.
"I wouldn't be too sure about that." He smiles wickedly, turning on his heel slamming the door on his way out.
I was left in tears with little hope of ever returning home. I had only been here ten minutes and it already felt like a lifetime.
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Weeks past and my hope drained more every day the sun came up. I had only been out of 'my room' a few times to use the bathroom when I gather up the courage that is...
I had come to know my capture as Brad and only been introduced to two guys. One I remembered from my car, aka Conner, and another one who looked proper and out of place standing next to the two men. The only words that came out of the proper guy when he saw me was 'she'll do'. My stomach twisted in fear of what his words meant, though I had a sick feeling I already did.
That was yesterday and I wasn't sure if he'd be back or not. I had no idea what they were going to do with me or if I was even going to stay in this room much longer.
My stomach was in a permanent knot and if I hadn't been eating properly I'd puke. They'd leave random snacks on my dresser but I rarely ate them in fear of what they did to it, or even if they did anything.
Today was a different mindset, I had to push past my fear and get through this today. It surely wouldn't last forever. At least I hoped.
I lightly walk over to the door and push it open ignoring the creaky hinges and walk to the bathroom across from my room. I hadn't explored much else of this place but this hallway, but today I wanted to change that.
I turn the sink on and splash my face with water and take in my appearance. I was horrified at first glance. I had been avoiding mirrors afraid of what I'd see and I wish I'd followed through with that. I was sickly looking and in desperate need of a shower.
I search the cabinets for a spare towel since the towel rack was clear. I find one under the sink along with miscellaneous shower stuff.
I turn back to the door and let out a sigh at the door being lockable. Once I'm safe and secure I walk over and start the shower and stand under the stream.
This was the only time I could really forget what was happening to me, I prayed that my family didn't give up hope on finding me because I wanted desperately to get out.
The water goes cold and I hustle to turn off the water and wrap myself in the towel. Pulling back the curtain, I scream at the sight of a man leaned against the sink. The man who took me.
"What the hell!" I scream wrapping the towel more tightly around myself.
"Glad to see that you're making yourself at home." Brad smiles sinisterly.
"This is hardly home." I snarl grabbing my clothes off the floor.
"Well, it's all you've got now."
"My family won't ever stop looking for me."
"But they have stopped looking for you!" He laughs shoving the newspaper in my face. Obituaries. Why would he be showing me this?
I look back at him confused as ever and he encourages me to read further. Just three down is my name.
'Summer unfortunately took her own life unexpectedly on the third of September surprising us all'.
I couldn't read anymore and threw the paper back at him. I couldn't believe they'd given up! Suicide?
"What do they mean 'took her own life'." I reluctantly asked.
"We pushed your car off a bridge, I guess thought you drove it off?" He shrugs seemingly uninterested.
A knocking sound breaks our staring match and brad opens the door revealing the proper man from before. He looks me up and down making me squirm uncontrollably and he looks back towards Brad.
"I'm ready when she is" he smirks making my world fall apart more.
"What?" I cry out, scared for my well-being.
"You'll be staying with Mr. Langer for the night."
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