*Frank*

I lay in the bed I was to be using for now, I had barely moved since Gerard put me here, I haven’t got one minute of sleep. I just feel numb. After the initial shock wore off and I became fully aware of the situation I am in.

A man ten years older than me has kidnapped me because he loves me? He’s a fucking paedophile. I haven’t really thought about much, but whatever I have been thinking about has been quite random.

I’d rather die than be trapped here for the rest of my life, I could refuse to sleep and die of exhaustion, or I could starve myself, maybe even drink some chemicals or I could try and drown myself in the bath.

I wonder how Mikey is. Or Ray, do they know I’m gone yet? It’ll be a nasty shock. SHIT! My mom, the thought brought tears to my eyes. What if she gets worse, first her husband and now her son? Will she think I ran away because of her? I hope not.

I stumbled across the room to the door; I grasped the handle and twisted it only to discover the motherfucker had locked me in!

I began banging on the door. “Gerard. You better open this fucking door!” I shouted.

Moments later I heard approaching footsteps. Soon enough the door clicked and the door swung open.

“Frankie, come on, you need to take a bath” Gerard said calmly.

I followed him rather submissively afraid he would just turn around and hit me. When we got into the bathroom, he shut and locked the door behind him and came towards me.

I stood frozen, is he going to rape me? He walked right up to me and began pulling my T-shirt off, I began silently crying.

“Honey, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, you just need a bath, okay sugar?” he whispered.

Clearly taking my silence for an answer he proceeded to rid me of the rest of my clothes, including my boxers. I just stood there numbly, until he picked me up and placed me in the bath.

Gerard began to wash me; he was being very delicate as if I would just shatter at any moment. He delicately massaged the shampoo and conditioner into my scalp, and then carefully rinsed my hair. The caution he took almost made it feel nice. That thought was eliminated the moment his eyes dropped to my lower half, if only for a split second, it still made me view him as a paedophile.


***


Gerard left twenty minutes ago and now I have no idea what I am supposed to do. I have tried every exit and they are all locked. I feel so trapped, I suppose that’s because I am. I laughed humourlessly at that stupid fact.

I climbed back into my bed and rolled onto my side, I felt something hard under my leg, completely puzzled as to what it could be I led my hand to where the object was only to discover it was in my pocket. I reached in and my hand landed on an object I had forgotten about. MY CELL!

I grabbed it desperately tapping on the buttons to get to my contact list. ‘Ray’ I selected his number and rang him.

‘Ring, Ri-“Hey Frank”

“Ray, oh god Ray, I have been kidnapped by some guy called Gerard, please help me!”

“Ha ha nice one Frank, I have to go see ya later, bye”

No, no, no. NO!!

Okay I’ll ring Mikey.

“Hey Frank”

“Mikey, I have been kidnapped you have to help, please, Ray didn’t believe me” I cried.

“Oh, my God erm okay, do you know where you are, what your kidnapper’s name is?”

“I belive his name is-“ ‘battery dead’

Oh My God NO!

Just then the click of the door resounded around the empty house, he’s back.

Notes

This chapter is really shit. I just have to do filler-ish chapters before anything big happens, hopefully the next chapter should be better.


Miss MCR