Elise's Pov-
I don't really know where I was aiming to go, but I hoped I went far. Sometimes there is no next time, no time-outs, no second chances; sometimes it's now or never. And that's what the situation was, a now or never moment. I thought I could get away, but I couldn't.
Once when I was eleven, I had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was, "If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking." It hadn't meant much to me at the time. After all there was greater things that had captured my concerns, like YouTube and video games, so how was I expected to pay attention to a literary analysis? Now, nearly 6 years later, I understood the poem perfectly.
Because lately, my life really did seem like it was on the edge of being a dream. There were days I thought I'd wake up and discover that recent events in my life hadn't actually happened, such as Yasmin's death, Alesa leaving, Jason kissing me, and the breakup. Surely I must be a princess in an enchanted sleep. Any day now, this dream- no, nightmare- would end, and I'd get my prince and happy ending back.
But there was no happy ending to be found, at least not in my foreseeable future- not that I had much of a future stuck here. And my prince? Well, that was a long story. Let's just say I was ripped away from him by more then one person.
"I thought you were a dream" I said as the door swung open and in walked my captors, the first time I was able to see them properly- I already knew who they were, who else would have reason to take me? Plus I'd been told by a friend. Behind them stood Yasmin with a scared Chloe cowering behind her legs.
They all remained standing, Yasmin standing in front of Chloe in a protective manner glaring at the men before shooting me a smile. James was the strange face I'd seen whilst I'd been going in and out of consciousness after I tried to escape, it didn't work well in my favor. He was older than me, closer to Adam's age. He had brown hair that was spiked up and he was so incredibly tanned I thought he could resemble a wanna-be orange any day of the week. Most astonishing though, was his clothing. He wore a black coat that screamed money paired with a cashmere navy scarf. Below it I could see the rim of the neckline to a white dress shirt. For a kidnapper he dressed rather well. My initial impression of him would have been pirate or pimp, since I didn't really have time to get an impression the first time we had met- having a gun put to your head as you tried to save your friend wasn't fun at all. A moment later, I changed my mind. He seemed more like the kind of guy that would kill to get his own way, which I knew to be considerably true.
"Dream, eh? That" James said, with the smallest hint of a smirk I had ever seen, "-is not something I hear very often. Well, no." He reconsidered. "I do occasionally show up in people's nightmares. But I'm flattered you think of me as a dream."
Was he trying to impress me or intimidate me? Dressing like he is but doing what he's doing, the guy keeps sending out mixed signals.
"I didn't say the dream was necessarily a nice dream now did I?" I spat at him. If I could take a few steps back, I would. But I can't, I'm tied to a chair again, how lovely! "But yeah, yeah. We could sit here and talk about dreams all night" I snapped. "But I want to know what you want with me. Honestly, you really are a bloody prat aren't you?"
"Why, such foul words coming from a young ladies mouth isn't acceptable" He cooed as he walked closer to me. In a matter of seconds his hand was squishing my cheeks together, making me pout involuntarily like a baby. "You're of no interest to me. I have my own business to attend to. I came on behalf of others who are interested in you" he let go of my cheeks and stepped backwards, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
I stiffened, and at last, true fear ran through me. It was quite a delayed reaction seeing that I should have been shaking with fear the moment I was kidnapped but I guess that's just not how I role. But yeah, shit. I knew exactly who he was talking about as well. I wondered if there was currently a manhunt going on to find me. But if there was, they weren't doing a very good job at finding me. Who would be running the manhunt? Adam? Mitch? Emily? Tyler? Lillie? Although Lillie didn't seem like the best person to put in charge of a manhunt considering she acted high most of the time.
"And what do the others want?" I asked, trying to appear unafraid. "Did you really think that you could just kidnap me and take me here without nobody noticing?"
"Yes I did think that" James said honestly, well it sounded honest to me. "And what did we do? We kidnapped you and brought you here and nobody has noticed you're not there."
"I'm sure they've noticed James. They aren't thick" Yasmin spoke up.
"Oh yeah? It's been three days, why hasn't her disappearance been on the news? Why hasn't anyone started looking for her?" James scoffed turning his attention away from me for a while, giving me time to think. Why hadn't anyone come looking for me yet? Surely they must have noticed or--
"I bet you they're looking for her right now James."
--maybe they don't want to look for me. Maybe they're happy that me and all the problems I brought along are out of their hair. I mean I did kind of spring up from the blue with me being Adam's sister, he could have felt forced to take me in.
Maybe they didn't want me anymore.
Maybe they were in on this as well.

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