Jasmine
Two days have gone by, without a word from the guys. TWO DAYS AND NOTHING!
I've been worried sick. I even called their phones, but no one answered.
I left several calls and voicemails, still no answer. Let me not talk about how bored I've become. Yet it's only been two days. It's lonely not hearing the constant yells, and vulgar jokes made in this house. All I can really do is eat, sleep, use the bathroom, and walk around.
"I am so bored." I speak to no one but myself, pacing back in forth in the kitchen, eating chocolate chip brownies I made earlier. I was so fed up about everyone gone, that I decided to cook up a storm. I made homemade burritos, making two each for all the guys.
Yes, I made fourteen burritos... well eighteen, including me, Cameron and Jane. I was that bored. I had wrapped all of them up on different plates for them. Making sure to label everyone's name, so there wouldn't be any problems.
After eating a few brownies, I decide to occupy myself for a while. I go into the living room, turning on the Play Station. Some random fighting game came on. I went on and played it, not really doing a good job at winning. I keep getting knocked out.
"Ugh stupid game! Why do I keep dying?" I yell at the TV, throwing the controller on the couch. It falls off, and I widen my eyes in fear. I hesitantly pick up the controller, examining it for damage. Luckily nothing was broke on it.
I walk out the living room, wishing I could help myself with my boredom. I walk to Ethan and my room, getting an elastic hair tie. Putting my hair into a high ponytail, I hope anything I do will kill time.
Curiosity takes over me, and I find myself opening Ethan's drawers on his side of our shared dresser. I didn't see anything in the first drawer except his underwear. He color coordinates. OCD at its finest.
I open the second one, digging through it. My hand hits something cold... I pull out a case. I quickly turn to the door, watching for any signs of him coming. Nothing. I open the stainless steel case, making a click sound, there's a gun, knife, and bullets in inside.
"Ethan really?" I place it back inside the drawer, making sure to put it back like he had it.
"Let's see what's in this one." I whisper to myself, opening up a third drawer. There is jeans, and other type of pants inside. I swirl my hand around, pulling out yet another pocket knife and gun. He has to be kidding.
Not wanting to snoop anymore, I sit on the bed just thinking about everything. The sun streams through my window, making the lock on my bedroom drawer shine.
Just by my bedside, a drawer has a lock on it. This creates some questioning to me. I didn't check this, I didn't want to. But now I'm getting curious again. I scurry over to his bedside drawer, dropping to my knees, pulling it open.
Lots of paperwork comes to my attention. I dig around it, pulling out a huge pack of condoms. I sit them on the floor, continuing my search for anything. I glance inside again, pulling out pictures, maps, numbers, and my name in bold black letters. I begin breathing heavy, not knowing what he's doing with my name on it.
I'm mean, clearly he kidnapped me, but he has stack loads of papers with my name on it? I looked through it, and instantly start shivering. He knew stuff about me, only my family and my doctor would know.
Jasmine Elle Woods.
Age: 17 years old.
Weight: 127lbs.
Born: December 3, State of California.
Deceased Parent: Daniel Woods.
Possible friends: Jessica Adams, Ashley Burns, Jacob Black, Alex Hayes.
Boyfriend: Sam Rhodes *angry face*
Allergies/Health problems: highly allergic to bees,
Virgin: No.
Last Location: Costello's night club with friends and EX boyfriend.
Fun Facts:
-Favourite colours: Red, Turquoise, Grey.
-Flexible, does cheer... different positions will be tested out on this evidence.
-Stubborn as hell. My calculations and observing, makes this a fact.
- Left Handed.
-Size six in shoes.
-Bra: 38B
1Dress: 7/8
-Jeans: 8/9
That's how he knew things about me.
I couldn't read anymore of his stalker notes about me. I'm scared, and shaking terrified of what else he knows about me. I dig more into his drawers, pulling out a photo album filled with pictures of me. My eyes widen, some of the pictures I don't even know how he got.
Like the one where I'm lounging in a bikini in our backyard, or the one of me in class taking a test. I flip through the photo album, I don't know how he got them, but he did.
I heard car door shutting and the boys yelling from outside. I quickly shoved everything in its place and shut the drawer. I heard someone making their way upstairs. I walked over to the door, noticing a tired looking Ethan standing at the door.
My heart sped up.
"Ethan! Oh my God." I threw my arms around his neck, snuggling my head into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around me. "I missed you." he breathed.
"I missed you more. How is everybody? Are they okay? Oh my God I hope so." Worry lacing my words.
"They're fine, a bit beat up... but they are good. Ryan got shot, Josh got burnt, and the rest of us just got some cuts and bruises."
"Burned? Shot?!" I panicked.
"Whoa, whoa, Princess they're all good. They're down stairs eating your burritos you made for us." He reassured me, kissing every inch of my face.
"Don't ever do that again, I missed you too much."
He just laughed.
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