The blinking light shimmered as she opened he bright blue eyes. The light was the only comforting thing about her environment. She was surrounded by dull concrete wall and a steel door. Her only commodities were here bed, small stack of clothes, and a toilet in the corner. She quickly noticed that using the toilet would be a last resort after her discovery of a camera.
"Let me out of here, you sick twisted perv!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Nothing seemed to happen for a minute and then suddenly a sequence of locks within in the 2" thick steel door began to clank and turn. The door revealed Bryan Taylor. He was wearing a black sports coat with brown slacks and shoes. Amanda stared at him before she finally remembered where she was.
"What do you want with me," she uttered.
"You've gotten ahead of yourself," he exclaimed. "I'm Mr. Taylor and I have no intentions of keeping you here, its just we want your boyfriend."
"What do you want with Kyle," she asked with a puzzled look.
"You mean he hasn't told you," he chuckled as his faced stayed ever stern
"Told me what," she answered.
"Well you must of noticed he was different," he stated, "He is smarter, stronger, and increasing special," "Is this not true?"
"Yes," she replied knowing everything he said true, which she had known since she had overheard the Tragers in the closet. She had trusted him and now it had put her life in danger.
"I thought you said had no intentions of keeping me here," she said with a smirk like a lawyer does when he finds a loophole in a contract.
He took a phone out of his pocket and put it on her bed and put it on her bed.
"All you have to do is call Kyle and tell him to meet you here," he declared. "You have twenty-fours, before we go after him ourselves." He left the room as she heard the locks turning back in the door. She picked up the phone and read the name. It was of some coffee shop she had never heard of. All she could do is lie in her bed and think. She knew that this was a trap and that this was bigger than her or Kyle which made the decision harder. She began to get sleepy and knew that she better sleep on it. The only thing was she didn't want to sleep in her prom dress and with camera in the room she definitely didn't want to change. She finally a change of clothes and went in front of the camera. She slid the dress off quickly and threw it up hoping it would land on the camera. It fell straight to the floor. With her attempt at privacy futile and knowing that some old security guard was probably getting his rocks off she put on her shirt and pants and walked over to the bed. She slid the covers over as she quietly whispered, "What would Kyle do," and fell to sleep.
