Hey guys I know it's been a long time since I've updated. A friend has kind of reinvigorated me to start writing again. Now it's been so long since I've updated this story that when I started writing this chapter on a slow day at work I totally forgot what perspective it was written in and started writing in first person. When I was finally able to check that it was in third person I had already written most of this out in first person. So I just left it as is too lazy to rewrite it. But I think it somehow fits for this situation. Idk. I'll write the next one out in third person. Let me know how this came out. Thanks for your patience.
He leaves without another sound leaving me to my thoughts. I go to test the door. Locked. Of course it is. I walk to the window instead taking in the gorgeous view. Doubtful anyone would be able to notice me up here anyways. Resigned, I drop onto the bed grabbing the remote from the nightstand and flip on the TV. I switch to the local news to see if there's anything on the robbery or more specifically me. I wait for the commercials to end and sure enough the headline is the bank robbery. Miraculously there's no footage of the robbery or the men committing it despite being a high security bank. Only shaky phone camera footage of the robbery that is too distorted to make out any clear images of the robbers.
My name is finally mentioned and a photo of me is flashed onto the screen. They're talking about me but I can't hear them. It all seems so surreal. Like it hasn't happened at all to me but to someone else who looks like me.
It isn't until I hear a familiar voice that I snap out of my stupor. A camera crew is in her room at the home. She's talking into the camera pleading with my captors.
"I Just want my grandson returned back to me safely." She's the picture of strength despite what's happened. But I know that look all too well. The one she held when she told me about my parents passing. It kills me to see her like this. Her lip trembles slightly almost breaking but she holds herself together. Just like she did back then.
"I don't have much, but if you could find it in your heart to give him back."
It cuts back to the anchor-woman and I just shut off the TV. It's all too much for me. I can't stay here. I can't let my grandmother worry about me. She can't lose someone else. I won't let that happen.
I rush to the door banging on it frantically, yelling to be let out. My eyes start to sting but I shut them to keep any tears from spilling. I must get back to her. Any way I can.
It isn't long before I'm answered and the door swings open. Unfortunately, my body is leaning on the door and I pitch forward. Unable to steady myself in time I scramble to grab hold of something as I slam my face into a semi-soft surface. The man makes no move to help me up as I struggle to regain my balance, hanging onto his shoulders for leverage. When I'm finally on my feet I'm not exactly sure what to do or say.
I find myself embarrassed at my outburst despite it being totally called for but I can barely look him in the eye. It's a few seconds before I finally manage to stammer out something.
"I have to get home." Is all I can manage.
The man stares into my eyes expressionless for a few moments before he finally speaks.
"Dinner's ready."
My mouth drops slightly, caught off guard by the answer. My confusion is finally overcome by anger at his complete disregard and I start to go off again as he's walking away.
"I told you I have to get home! I can't stay here any longer! My grandmother's worried sick about me and I'm not gonna let her lose me too! I'll keep my mouth shut about everything I just have to g-" Before I've finished my sentence however I'm shoved against the wall, hand over my mouth and my captors face inches from mine.
My mind goes blank and I'm too stunned to do anything even if I wanted to. He's so close I can feel his warm breath against my face as he speaks in a low growl.
"Outburst like that won't get you anywhere. In fact, they'll only make things worse. If you want to make it out of here alive then you'll do as I say and behave like a good little puppy." He then releases me and starts to walk away again and says, "Come on. Dinner's ready." As if nothing's happened.