Coffee Shop Soundtrack
Captor
Psst. Hey, Alex, hey. How does it feel to be completely defenseless and hopeless? Stuck?
It was back. That stupid little voice nagging at the back of my mind was slowly making its way back as I lay on the cement, bruised and bloody. Alone.
"If you move at all by the time I get back, I will find you, Gaskarth. If you refuse to cooperate, I will not only make your life a living hell, I will destroy Jack's life as well. If you want to save the little faggot, I suggest you be a good boy and do what you're told."
You've completely screwed yourself over this time. You're an idiot. You're ruining the lives of others around you by simply existing.
"I hate you," I whispered menacingly; it was meant as a reply to the voice, but my captor heard me and gave another swift kick to the ribs.
"Don' think that nobody is watching," he spat before walking down the alley. Even if I wanted to move, that would be impossible. This situation did, however, prove how much of an idiot this man was by leaving me here. Was he really coming back? I hope not.
I could have lain on the cement next to that smelly dumpster for minutes or hours when I saw a tall figure walking past the alley in the distance. Even with my blurred vision, I would recognize the awkwardly proportioned body and hair sticking out everywhere.
Jack.
I tried to call out to him, tried to use every fiber in my being to make some kind of sound that would signal here I am! Come rescue me! But no sound was coming out. My throat was scratchy, sore, and dry, incapable of creating some kind of cry for help.
I swear that for a moment, we made eye contact, but then he shook his head as if he thought he saw me but really didn’t, and in an instant he was gone. Soon after, the sun was beginning to peek over the tall buildings of the City of Baltimore. After spending so much time laying on the ground, motionless, sleepless, I began to wonder if the previous situation had actually been reversed. Was I seeing an image of Jack when he wasn’t actually there?
It seemed to be about 5 am when my abductor finally returned to the alley in a small car. He hopped out, opened the trunk, and threw my limp body inside. The ride seemed very long, but everything lately seemed much more dragged out than necessary. I had never been one that was obsessed with living in the moment, but it looks like now I was being forced to.
I heard a faint cell phone ring from the inside of the car, Reckless Abandon by Blink-182 to be exact, and my captor’s voice much more clearly after the phone evidently had been answered.
“Hey man…yeah, this is Zack Merrick…..yeah, yeah…..yeah I got him,”
I stopped paying close attention after hearing “this is Zack Merrick”.
Zack Merrick, star quarterback of the Dulaney High School football team, total douchebag player that was notorious for his straightness had just kidnapped me, his biggest target and punching bag, sexually violated me, and I was now in the trunk of his car.
This was just my luck. Now I could only wonder what he wanted from me, and who was on the other end of the line.
It was back. That stupid little voice nagging at the back of my mind was slowly making its way back as I lay on the cement, bruised and bloody. Alone.
"If you move at all by the time I get back, I will find you, Gaskarth. If you refuse to cooperate, I will not only make your life a living hell, I will destroy Jack's life as well. If you want to save the little faggot, I suggest you be a good boy and do what you're told."
You've completely screwed yourself over this time. You're an idiot. You're ruining the lives of others around you by simply existing.
"I hate you," I whispered menacingly; it was meant as a reply to the voice, but my captor heard me and gave another swift kick to the ribs.
"Don' think that nobody is watching," he spat before walking down the alley. Even if I wanted to move, that would be impossible. This situation did, however, prove how much of an idiot this man was by leaving me here. Was he really coming back? I hope not.
I could have lain on the cement next to that smelly dumpster for minutes or hours when I saw a tall figure walking past the alley in the distance. Even with my blurred vision, I would recognize the awkwardly proportioned body and hair sticking out everywhere.
Jack.
I tried to call out to him, tried to use every fiber in my being to make some kind of sound that would signal here I am! Come rescue me! But no sound was coming out. My throat was scratchy, sore, and dry, incapable of creating some kind of cry for help.
I swear that for a moment, we made eye contact, but then he shook his head as if he thought he saw me but really didn’t, and in an instant he was gone. Soon after, the sun was beginning to peek over the tall buildings of the City of Baltimore. After spending so much time laying on the ground, motionless, sleepless, I began to wonder if the previous situation had actually been reversed. Was I seeing an image of Jack when he wasn’t actually there?
It seemed to be about 5 am when my abductor finally returned to the alley in a small car. He hopped out, opened the trunk, and threw my limp body inside. The ride seemed very long, but everything lately seemed much more dragged out than necessary. I had never been one that was obsessed with living in the moment, but it looks like now I was being forced to.
I heard a faint cell phone ring from the inside of the car, Reckless Abandon by Blink-182 to be exact, and my captor’s voice much more clearly after the phone evidently had been answered.
“Hey man…yeah, this is Zack Merrick…..yeah, yeah…..yeah I got him,”
I stopped paying close attention after hearing “this is Zack Merrick”.
Zack Merrick, star quarterback of the Dulaney High School football team, total douchebag player that was notorious for his straightness had just kidnapped me, his biggest target and punching bag, sexually violated me, and I was now in the trunk of his car.
This was just my luck. Now I could only wonder what he wanted from me, and who was on the other end of the line.
Notes
So yeah Coral wanted to know who it was and now you knowThis chapter sucks I'm sorry
This story is going to end soon ok I love it to death it's like my baby but I'm getting sick of it
Expect poorly written big things to happen because I'm starting to suck as an author
PS Check out my new oneshot called Braces
Comments would be lovely <3
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12/27/13