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Chapter Six:
For the next few weeks, I sat alone in Jac and Craig's apartment, doing nothing. I mean it. I've seen more action at the steam table at Joe's, okay? And let me tell you, that's not a lot of action if you know what I mean.
I've never been so bored--or hungry--in my life. Not to mention lonely. I missed Rob. And Doug.
But if I weren't hungry, bored, or lonely, it would have been a nice vacation from my life. Oh yeah, Jac and Craig were there. Okay, if they weren't there in that apartment, it would be a vacation from my life. A nice one.
But I missed Rob. We were going to go on a date, but NOOOO, I had to get kidnapped and left in this totally skanky apartment, waiting for death. Or possibly for Jac and Craig to forget to pay their rent. Then they'd have to move out and the landlord would notice me and call the cops. I hoped.
But as Fate would have it, Craig owned the place. Owned it--as in, no landlord would ever make them move out. Why anyone would want to buy a dump like that was completely beyond me. And what real estate agent in their right mind would let someone buy the place? It clearly had had mildew growing in the walls for some time.
I hate Chicago. I hate Jac for kidnapping me. I hate Craig for letting him. I hate Karen Sue Hankey for peeving me off so I'd hit her and get a detention. I hate myself for hitting her.
No phone. No e-mail. No communications devices whatsoever.
No TV. No stereo. No games. No books. No entertainment devices either.
I was going to go crazy. Then I got an idea. Maybe I could break a hole in one of the walls and go into the next apartment and tell them to let me use their telephone. Then maybe I could call someone--Rob--to come and get me.
Yeah. Only when I tried this, the wall wouldn't break. Who knew they were so strong? Maybe the tenant in the other apartment had something heavy against the wall. Like a refrigerator or a stove. That's the only explanation of such a thin wall not giving in to a strong push.
I started banging on the wall and screaming "Let me out! Let me out! Let…let me out!!!" But no one came to my rescue.
So I spent another boring week there. Alone, except for when Craig and Jac were off of work.
Whoopee. How fun. So fun, in fact, it was probably illegal. Which it was. I am quite sure that kidnapping is illegal.
And I was a minor, too. They were going to be in so much trouble.
If anyone ever found me, that is.
They would. I hoped.
And one day, someone did.
On Christmas Eve day!!!
There was a strange clicking noise near the door. It didn't sound like a key--and having heard about picking locks in detention during the tenth grade, I thought it sounded more like a letter opener or an ink cartridge for a ball-point pen.
I heard a lot of male voices outside the door.
Were these my rescuers?
I hoped so.
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