Adopted by Phan

Chapter 60

Jay's P.O.V.

I watched as the light leaked in through the bolted window, providing tiny slivers of light for me to see with. It wasn't much, but I could see the basic outlay of the room and also the window, roughly 6 feet off the ground and far too high up for me to reach.

As I stood I wobbled sideways, almost falling over again and it was then I realised I had probably been drugged, and it still hadn't made its way out of my system. I stumbled, leaning against the wall and reaching up, my hand just catching on the bottom of the window as I stood on my tip-toes.

Reaching up both hands, I found that my fingertips could just reached the wood and if I really tried, my fingers could touch the glass. I scrabbled around, trying to find a latch, some way to open the window, just anything that would give me some hope. I couldn't find anything, it was solid glass with no way to open it.

I sighed, falling back. They weren't dumb enough to leave me with any way out of the room without them knowing and although I had hoped it, I shoud have known better. I glanced around the room again and looked up towards the stairs where the door was, noting the thick metal and knew there was no way in hell I was getting through it.

Looking around I saw another door on the opposite side of the room that I hadn't seen before as it had been hidden by the stairs. I approached it and turned the handle, ultimately surprised to find that it opened. It was stiff, but I shoved my shoulder against it and heard it creak open.

It opened to a small and dingy room, a single lightbulb danging from the ceiling. It was a toilet. I groaned but inside I was okay with it, knowing that I had somewhere to go to the bathroom but I had just hoped it would be something more.

I made my way back into the corner of the concrete room, sinking to the ground and tried desperately to stop the feelings and fears welling up inside me. I was scared, I didn't know what was happening and I wanted to go home.

I felt the tears welling in the corners of my eyes and I let them flow, knowing it wasn't any use to hold them back. I wrapped my hands around my knees and leaned my head back against the wall, feeling myself almost falling apart on the inside.

My eyes started to flicker closed again and I let them, I was exhausted, terrified, homesick and skeptical of what might happen in the future, if anything. I didn't know why my dad wanted me, whether it was just me or the motive was more than that, like money. He probably knew about Dan and Phil's job, and how much influence they had.

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I woke up to a kick in my side, causing me to groan and I curled up onto myself to stop the boot getting my stomach. I had rather important organs there.

"Get up." The boot had hit my right hip and I could already feel it bruising, making it hard for me to stand up. When I didn't move I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was jerked to my feet, being held up until I placed my feet on the ground and stood up properly. "Move."

I stumbled and whoever was behind me pushed me up the stairs and through the door into the light of a hallway. I squinted, the light was white and blinding and I almost fell over again, but the man behind me pulled me up and dragged me along the hallway and through another door.

The room was mostly empty, cream walls, one window covered by curtains, a desk in the corner. He let go of me and turned, slamming the door behind him and leaving me standing in silence, glancing around and scanning my surroundings.

I headed for the window as soon as I knew the man was gone and pulled back the curtains, hoping to see something, anything, anyone. It was completely dark. I knew at once that I was somewhere in the country, there were no lights from other houses, no road that I could see. I felt my hope fading, fast.

I sank back on the floor and wrapped my hands around my knees, knowing there was no hope of anyone seeing or hearing me because of how far out I was.

For hours I sat alone in the room, counting and doing anything to distract me from thinking about what could happen to me. I tried singing songs in my head, counting, just thinking of anything I could to stop me thinking of what could be happening outside the room and somewhere in the house.

My body was starting to ache from sitting on the floor for so long so I lay down instead, hoping it would help my aching bones and sore back. I had been sitting crouched over and it had hurt my neck and back, although it wasn't something I wasn't used too.

I placed my head in my arms, curling my knees up to my chest, and I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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"Move." The voice was quiet although I could tell at once that it was a male, and a young one at that. I opened my eyes and saw a young, rather nervous looking man with ginger hair and what looked like several hundred freckles covering his face, standing above me. "I've got to take you downstairs again." I groaned.

"Why the fuck was I taken up here then?!" He shrugged. I knew I could question him, he didn't seem to be quiet in charge and pretty unsure of what he was going.

"Don't ask me." He kept his voice down, avoiding my eyes and shoving his hands in his pockets. I decided to cooperate with him to keep him out of trouble and just followed him down the hallway, trying not to show the pain in my hip.

He didn't touch me, just glanced back at me every few seconds to make sure I following and then led me down the set of stairs back into the basement. While I was walking I tried to look around, taking in my surrondings and looking out for anything that could be useful if I tried to escape.

There wasn't much, several rooms with closed doors, a narrow hallway with no windows and nothing to indicate that I could escape at all. I sighed, continuing to follow the young man as he lead me back down towards the basement.

I was a little more than pissed off, why the hell had I been taken up into the other room until I realised exactly why. Surveillance. They didn't have any way to watch me in the basement and I could do whatever I wanted without them knowing, as long as I stayed quiet.

As the young man shut the door behind me, the door to the basement, I raced down the stairs, no longer caring about the pain in my hip. I reached my hands up to the window again, scrabbling at the bottom of the window and reaching up to touch the glass, knowing my freedom was on the other side.

I wasn't going to give up that easily.