"Then how come you never told me?" I asked.
"I don't know. I didn't think you liked me." Freddy said. I didn't know what to say. I mean me and Freddy have been friends for a very long time. But right now we got to focus on getting out. So I quickly changed the subject.
"How are we going to get out? I mean there's a door but it's locked, and if it's not if we do get out there they'll shoot us." I paced around hopelessly looking at the floor like it had the answer I needed.
"He'll shoot me." Freddy mentioned. "He won't shoot you, he loves you."
"Then why did he kiddnapp me then, hmm?" I put my hands on my hips.
"To get me here. Didn't you understand him? He wants to kill me because 1. No Freddy, no drummer, no band. 2. And I'm standing in the way of you two getting together." What is he talking about? Me and Paul getting together?
"What are you talking about? Your not standing in the way of anything."
"He thinks with me out of the way he can have you all to himself and no one else. He thinks you..." Freddy paused and stuttered the next 2 words. "He thinks you love me."The words muttered out of Freddy's mouth and he said them like they killed somebody. Maybe I do likeFreddy. I mean...Do I?
2 hours later...
The band never showed to help out. It was getting late and I lay down on the floor. It's not like I went to sleep right away or anything. Oh yeah,slabs of concrete tileare real comfortable! Haha, comfortable my ass.
"There's no way you can sleep like that. It dosen't look comfy at all." Freddy said sleepily sitting against wall.
"And where else do you expect me to sleep? On the ceiling?" I rolled over to talk to him.
"Well I don't know. Use your sweater as a pillow or somthing." Freddy and his brilliant ideas.
"Yeah McGee, I would. But you know, if you haven't noticed, it's freezing in here." I sat up and crossed my arms to try and keep myself warm. I looked over at the mirror. There was a giant mirror which wasn't really a mirror. It was a 1 way window. Paul could see in, we couldn't see him though. I knew he was staring at us with those blue-grey eyes of his.
Freddy scooted over and sat behind me. He wrapped his arms around me. It was warm that way. I didn't care if he liked me but I could just tell Paul was getting mad. Soon I fell asleep in his arms.
The next morning, or afternoon when I looked at my watch it was 1:34PM, I was still asleep in his arms. But we were lying on the floor. The cold hard cement tiled floor. I looked at the window. Could I break it? Would he shoot me? Am I going to get out of here? If I do get out of here will I be alive? Countless questions ran through my mind flooding my thoughts.
Freddy was still asleep beside me with his arm wrapped around me. I managed to manuver myself out of his arms and I walked to the window. If you looked hard enough you could see through it. I did see through it. No one was in there. So I did what I could. I tried to kick it and smash it but it never worked.
"Summer, what are you doing?" Freddy asked finally waking up.
"Trying to break the window." I said.
"With what? Your own two hands?" He asked skeptically andgot onto his feet. Hewalked over to me and ran a hand through his spiked blond hair.
"If I have to."
"You'll hurt yourself." He said leaning against the glass.
"I don't care. I just want us to get out of here alive." I made a fist ready to hit it. Insted he tried and then I stopped him. "Don't make a fist like that. Put your thumb on the outside of your fist because you can break your thumb that way." I said putting his thumb on the outside.
"How did you know that?" He asked.
"I have brothers you know. 3 to be percise." They were all older then me. Except Dylan who was a year younger. Daniel was a year older and TJ was 2 years older. None of us look alike. Freddy ended up not punching it and I couldn't take it anymore. Thinking of the countless things Paul was going to do to us. I made another fist.
"You can't punch that." Freddy said.
"Why not? Paul is driving me insane. There's no heat, no electricity, no food, nothing to drink. We'll die if he dosen't let us out. We're going to die anyway." So much pressure built up on me I couldn't take it anymore. I quickly punched the glass. It never shattered. It just made a big crack and no hole. I winced in pain and looked at the glass. It looked like a giant spider web but it was only cracked glass. I looked at my left and blood covered my knuckles.
"Oh Summer." He said. "Come here." He took out a bandana taht was in his back pocket and wrapped my hand in it. "I'm going to have to pull it tight so you don't loose anymore blood. Ok? Ready?" Then he pulled it a little tight and it hurt. 2 tears fell from my eyes. Freddy reached a hand up and put it on my face brushing the tears away. His hands were warm against my cold face and a feeling went down my back and straight up again. Freddy leaned closer with his hand still on my face and kissed me.
I kissed back and I forgot about where I was and how much pain I was in. I forgot about being kiddnapped and in that tiny room. I forgot about the cracked window that Paul was probly watching out of. I forgot about how cold I was and how hungry I was too. But you know what I didn't forget about? That the best thing about being kiddnapped was kissing Freddy Jones.