A/n: I think this story is going to be ending soon. But I don't really know.
Chapter 14: Trapped, Again.
Ow! Oh god, this hurts! Ow! I can't believe he shot me! Well, I can because he's a fuckin kidnapper! But oh my god! Damn him for actually being able to figure that out! Damn him for fuckin shooting me! Damn him!
How the hell am I back in this basement! Nothing has changed from five years ago. Well, this time I'm tied to a pole instead of a chair, but that hardly counts.
I can't stay here. I can't live out another year, no, another day in here. It's not like he would believe me if I said I 'was Riley' anyway. He knows that I can't be brainwashed again. So what exactly is he planning to do with me? Ow! My shoulder hurts so fucking badly. I guess if he'd shot me in the head it would've been a little worse. Maybe not. It would've probably been nice to be killed like that. Completely unexpectedly, with my back turned. I would never have felt it. But now I'll live out a long, slow painful death by starvation. Maybe blood loss if he keeps the beatings up.
Is this seriously happening again? How can I go through so much? Isn't there a limit? You don't give the starving kids in Africa a huge flood just to make their lives worse. So why me? Why am I being punished? Again? What did I do? Yeah I tried to run, but what else could I do?
I've got to get out of here. These ropes aren't that thick. The glass on my watch is a little chipped, so I can try to tear the ropes apart. Yeah it'll take forever, but I've got forever, I think. I wonder what time it is; I can't exactly see my wrist as it is behind my back.
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I'm so hungry! He hasn't been down here once! What if he just tied me down here and left? I'm getting absolutely no where on these ropes, and it's been five hours. It's not going to work. I'm going to die and decay all alone down here. And the only person who will know that I haven't been rotting for the past five years is in Albuquerque and has no idea where I am.
But Troy is the only hope I have right now. I don't think I'll be able to get out of here on my own; I don't exactly think he'll let me just walk out and resume my normal life. So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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What should I do? It's been nearly two days since I saw him. Should I tell the cops? Should I tell his parents? Should I go look for him? But where would he be?
I have school tomorrow, and then they will all know something's up. I suck at lying. And at hiding things. Yesterday I avoided them all day, but I don't think I can avoid them much longer. They'll know I'm hiding something just because I avoided them. What am I supposed to do? I think I'll have to tell someone, it's probably illegal or something to withhold information like this.
Would anyone believe me? Or would I be the poor delusional boy who lost his best friend and was mentally unstable due to the pain of it all? I can't be that guy. I need proof.
Again, what if he ran away and doesn't want to come back? You know what? I don't even care anymore. He came back for a reason, weather he meant to or not is irrelevant. I'm going to find him and he's going to come back.
But how?
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Yes! I did it! I finally broke the rope! I've gotta get out of here. Yeah, the door's locked. Big surprise. Ow! I really should stop moving my shoulder. Oh crap I'm bleeding. Shit I've lost a lot of blood! Okay, I can't exactly ram the door down, so what now?
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Yes! I got his license plate off the security camera at the store. Now I can find out where that beat up truck is registered. I can find Chad. I'll go talk to him myself, I'll find out what's going on, and then I'll bring him home. I'm telling my parents that I'm going over to Zeke's tonight; there's nothing suspicious about that. I just can't let them know what's going on in case I don't find him or he doesn't want to come back. I really don't want to involve police in this, because it does actually seem like he ran away.
I hope he didn't run away, but what kind of kidnapping victim gets to drive his own car? What kind of kidnapped kid gets to just walk around and go wherever he pleases? If Chad had been trying to escape, he hadn't exactly done a good job.
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I can't fuckin get out of here! I'm so tired. I've tried ramming the door. That's how desperate I am. Yeah, it didn't work, as I knew it wouldn't. Instead I again have a bleeding arm. Great. This is turning out so much better before. Yeah, I've only been down here a day or two, but without light, or food, it's an eternity. It's not like I can really fall asleep when at any moment he could be coming down here to either beat me or rape me. Or kill me. But again, I think I would prefer him to do it rather than me trying to again. There is still a rope down here, so if it comes to that…
There's got to be something down here to help me pick the lock. The only problem is that it is pitch black. It would be like almost literally finding a needle in a haystack.
Maybe I could sleep…
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Okay, so the truck was registered in someplace called Moors. It's surprisingly close to Albuquerque. It took me a little over an hour to get there. It's a small town. It looks like I'll have to search for the truck manually. If I find the truck I find Chad. That's all I really have to go on at the moment.
Was that the truck? Yes! It has to be! So this is where Chad's been all of this time. Definitely not a kidnapper's hideaway.
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My eyes open sleepily to see light pouring through the opened door. I scramble upright in my spot at the bottom of the stairs. I can't him very well. In the shadows, I don't think he can see me.
He descends the stairs slowly. Each step creaks with every movement he makes. The light plays off of his hand. A gleam of black metal; he brought the gun.
The rope lies beside my feet. My hand twitches towards it. Do I dare strangle the man who has held me here for so long? If I don't, then I'll die. I stoop down slowly so as not to give away my position in the dark. "Riley," he coos. "Come here Riley. This will all be over in a minute." Yeah, this will be over, one way or another.
A/n: Suspense! It's definitely almost over. You only have a few more chances to review. Did you know that I based this off of the true story of a kid that this happened to? The beginning is very similar to his story, but the ending will be all my own.