Few hours into the night, I was still tossing and turning on my bed, having a lot of thoughts from my parents to Blue to me, then my phone ping.
I decided to check who it was, curious to know who would want something at this hour.
It better not be Edward, I thought because I’m seriously going to knock sense into that wavy curl.
Reaching for my phone on my desk to my left, with my hair sprawled all over me.
It took me some time to adjust myself to finally get it.
I was more than surprised.It was Blue...
Blue?
It awakened a sense of distress in me.I sat up straight immediately worried to know what he might need cause, Blue rarely needs help and when he does he only has a few he can run to, like me.
I totally forgot about our yesterday's argument.
I dialed his number immediately, it went to voicemail.
I tried it a couple more times but it was to no avail.
I decided to leave it.I was more than confused, it the text he sent me raising alarms in my head.
"We are raiding it"
"Meet at our location by 5am" was all his text said.
Short but weighing a lot of messages.
It didn't seem like Blue but this was his number and only he could set out a plan last minute without actually planning it.
I just hope he is fine.All I can do is wait to find out.
So I sent out
"Will be there" and dropped my phone.
Lying back with a lot of thoughts going through my head, I couldn't sleep before but now this is definitely going to keep me awake till morning.
But one thing for sure, I and Blue are back to best friends.
That thought alone was okay to send me to sleep.
Amy's POV
Today was the trip- day and I was more than happy.
I woke up before my alarm today, I stayed lying on my bed for a couple minutes staring at the ceiling, I still couldn’t believe it, the ceiling looked whiter than before, maybe because this is the first time in awhile I had stare at that ceiling open minded.
I got up, going straight to the high arched window, one of my most beautiful place here, it had velvet draped framed the windows, I had always been a fan of staring at the sky, I love the sky, I had been so grateful when we got a storey building when we moved here.
My room was not too extravagant, a twin bed, a desk with a blank blotter on it, and thin green shag carpet.
I stared at a few houses down our lawn, it was filled with liveliness.
I had already packed up my luggage last night, I was so excited that I had triple check everything and made sure I didn’t carry too much or too little.
I entered my bathroom, it was connected to the room, It was opposite my bed, it was almost non – noticeable because it was close to my built in sliding closets.
I brushed my teeth hurriedly and took my bath, I didn’t want to appear tardy to Mr. Derrick, I quickly went to my wardrobe to pick the clothes I had prepared for today, it was black crop top with denim shorts and jackets.I went to my writing area to cross-check if I had forgotten anything.
I hurriedly dressed, dragging my luggage down the stairs was a tedious work but I continued, reaching down I breathed a sigh of relief.
I kept it near the stairs as I walked towards the kitchen to meet my mum, the place had been built very simple but homely, to my far left is my 42” flat screen, which often display my daily dose of Nickelodeon or Grey’s Anatomy.
To my far right, is a framed poster displaying a poem of my mum that had been on Chicago buses and trains, and to my far right is a corridor leading to the kitchen, a single light burned, casting lights on a chintz couch and an antique Quaker chair.
“Mum?” I called out to her to signify my presence in the kitchen, the walls and ceilings were covered with mirrors, a high tech bordello.
It wasn’t too spacious but wasn’t too tight you couldn’t move around, it was a traces of movement from there from the movement whosoever was dragging was making.
It smelled of bleach, the air felt musty and clogged making me gag on the clothes tied around my mouth.
The floorboards creaked with every movement we make scaring me the more.
I tried to drag free but his hold on me got tighter suffocating me.
I felt like screaming, I couldn't.
Crying...,
but I didn't want to feel weak around my kidnapper.
As we kept moving closer, I felt movement around me and heard voices though they were very low.
They were more, I thought.