Save Me (Taken Series Book 1) (6 page)

I tried hitting his hand away but my hands felt heavy like they were weighed down with weights. I mumbled incoherently asking him what was going on and why was I feeling like this. I don’t know what he said though because I started to drift in and out of consciousness. My eyes kept closing as I tried to fight off the drowsiness to no avail.

When I woke up, I felt sick and had to vomit so I leaned over the side of the mattress and did just that. It took a few minutes for the nausea to wear off and a few more minutes to get my bearings and realize I wasn’t at home. I looked around the tiny room I was placed in and tried to figure out what was going on when it finally came back to me who brought me here. I may not remember being put here but I do remember who I was last with and how he flirted with me and touched me.

I tried to sit up, becoming dizzy as I dropped back down onto the mattress with a harrumph. I realized Mr. Morris must have drugged me when he gave me the water bottle and how stupid I was to drink it when I didn’t know much about the man giving it to me. Of course he was my teacher so what student would really think that something like being drugged and kidnapped by their teacher would happen.

As I crawled to the door I fought the urge to cry as my body hurt from the effects of the drug and the pain in my knees from the hard concrete. It’s like waking up from a bad hangover only worse because sometimes you remember what happened the night before. Being drugged as I was I can’t remember anything after drinking from the water bottle. With no windows or a clock I don’t know how long I’ve been in this room, if it’s day or night, or what happened in between the time I left the school until I woke up.

When I finally reached the steel door at the opposite side of the room, I leaned into it with my ear to see if I can hear anyone on the other side of it. Nothing. Not a single sound coming from the other side. My hope of getting out of here diminished a little I decided to try yelling for help and hope that someone would hear me and let me out of her. I don’t know how long I yelled and banged on the door for but my voice was cutting out and hoarse and my hands ached and were starting to bruise and swell from hitting the door so much. I decided to take a few minutes break to give my hands and throat a rest when I noticed the water bottle and granola bars sitting at the foot of my bed. I knew better than to drink or eat whatever was in those contents. Mr. Morris may have drugged them again. As far as I’m concerned I would rather starve and die of thirst than eat or drink anything he brings me.

I sit and wonder what my family is doing right now. Do they know I’ve been kidnapped? And if they do, do they realize it was my P.E. teacher who took me? Did anybody else know I was with him last? And lastly, when will I get out of here? Those are all great questions that I won’t be getting answers to. I hope my family will find me soon and they catch Mr. Morris. I miss them. I may not have been here long but I do know that sitting here thinking about all that’s happened has made me realize how much I love my family and miss them. I can’t help but drift to Forrest and wonder how he is taking this. Does he miss me? Is he going just as crazy at knowing I’ve been kidnapped as I am? I hope this doesn’t set him back in all he’s worked to achieve in his life. He could easily go back to being violent and fighting his way to find me. I don’t want that for him. I want him to be happy and find someone to love him if I don’t get out of here. I just wish he knew how I felt before all this happened. If only to let him know that he can be loved.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been sitting here crying and thinking and yelling for help when I finally hear footsteps approaching and then stopping right at my door. I stand up and lean as far into the wall as physically possible as I wait for the person on the other side to either open it up or keep walking. I hear the lock being turned before the door opens making a squeak before a big man steps through. I can’t see his face because his back is to me but I wait behind the door as it opens in hopes that I can escape. The man steps fully into the tiny room and looks straight at the mattress I woke up on and I know this is the one chance I’ll have to knock him out and run. I don’t know if he is here to help me or if he is here to hurt me but I’m not taking any chances.

As he slowly steps in the room more I shove him from behind causing him to trip forward as I swing the door open fully to make my escape. I wasn’t fast enough though to make it out because as soon as I make it out and head left down the hall to what looks to be another door the man in question grabs me by my waist and pulls me flush against his body. I scream for help at the top of my lungs while kicking and hitting the man with all my might. I know I got him a few times good in the legs because I heard him curse under his breath before I threw my head back trying to hit him in the face. I hit my mark as I hear him howl in pain before his hold on me loosens. As I drop to the floor I hurry to get up and run again. I think I’ve made it as I hear the boom boom of music on the other side of the door but just before I could reach it to open I get knocked to the ground with the full weight of the man landing on top of me. I try to scream again but he covers my mouth with his hand. I try to bite him but he hits me hard in the jaw causing me to see stars.

My heart is racing and I’m scared that this guy is going to hurt me worse so I try with all my might to fight off the dizziness and fight him as best I can but he’s so much stronger than me that I don’t get very far.

“Beautiful. No need to fight me. Relax. I won’t hurt you but you need to stop struggling.” I know that voice. I hate that voice and I start to tremble in fear as Mr. Morris whispers this into my ear while his breathing is labored.

“Let me go. Let me go you son of a bitch. I hate you. I want to go home.” I sob out my plea for him to let me go but I know it’s of no use. He isn’t going to let me go ever.

“Oh no beautiful. You’re mine now. What I will do is let you up though. Of course I need to tie you up before that happens so that you don’t try to hurt me again.” He kisses the side of my head like Forrest does to me sometimes and I want to vomit. I’m still crying as he ties my hands together behind my back with zip ties and then slides down my body slowly tying my ankles the same way. I can’t move and I know it’s of no use to scream with the loud booming on the other side of the door. Nobody will be able to hear me but I know that’s the way to my freedom.

“Ok beautiful. Time to take you back to your room.” He hefts me up by my arms so I’m standing and then bends down to pick me up like a baby. I don’t dare look at him because I’m scared of what I might see. I know he will look like himself but what I might find behind those eyes is what I fear most. Will he look like a man ready to kill or have a lust filled gaze of a rapist? I don’t know and I don’t want to know so I keep my eyes cast down as the tears fall like a waterfall down my cheeks and onto my chest soaking my shirt.

“Oh beautiful. Don’t cry. I’ll take good care of you don’t you worry.” Mr. Morris kisses my cheek before licking my tears from my face. I try to pull away as I whimper not wanting him to ever touch me again but he just chuckles at me. “It’s ok. I know you’re scared but I’d never hurt you. I’ve waited so long to have you and now I do. Did you know that I love you? I think I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You’re so beautiful and have such a big heart. How could anyone not love you?”

“I hate you. You’re a sick bastard.” I whisper. I don’t care if he hurts me because of what I said because I need him to know how I feel.

“You wound me. I know that you don’t feel that way. I’ve seen how you look at me with those lust filled eyes. I always catch you looking my way and how you always tease me by bending over in front of me so I can see your ass. Or when you stretch and do those high kicks at your cheerleading practice. I think you love to tease. I also noticed how you never have a boyfriend and you turn down anyone that asks. I know it’s because you were waiting for me.”

“You’re delusional. I could never want you because I’m in love with someone else. That’s why I never date. Not that guys want to date me anyways but none of them are who I want. Especially you.” My tone leaves no room for argument as I decide to look him straight in the eye so he knows I mean what I said.

“Well. I think you’ll have a change of heart soon enough.” We are now in the same room I woke up in as Mr. Morris plops me down on the mattress and joins me. I can’t move very far because the mattress is small and the wall stops me from scooting further away.

“Mr. Morris…”

“Please. Call me Jeremy. I am no longer your teacher but now your man.”

“Mr. Morris…You are not my man nor will you ever be. I want to go home. You won’t get away with this. Someone will figure out where you’re hiding me and when they do you’ll be sorry. You will never have my heart. Please just let me go. This isn’t right and you know it.”

“Hmm. Well it is possible that someone would assume it was me who took you but I can guarantee nobody will ever find you. Only I can get in here. I have the key and code and nobody else does. I only came here right now to check on you and see how you’re doing and see if you need anything. I can see you don’t so I’ll be off now. Think about me and how amazing it would be if we were together. Don’t move when I cut your ties or I will have to knock you out and I don’t want to do that.” I nod my head knowing that I won’t be able to escape today. “Good. Goodbye my love. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Morris kisses my forehead before rising and leaving.

After he leaves me by locking the door to my freedom I start to sob. I scream and cry and kick the door and bang on it some more hating life and cursing Mr. Morris for kidnapping me. I want out of here so bad and I know I need to try to plan my escape for the next time he comes back.

Day 2 of my abduction.

I have yet to eat the granola bars or drink the water that were left for me the day before and I am starving and thirsty. I know I should eat but I can’t. If he drugged the food and water then who knows what will happen when I’m passed out. What if he rapes me or someone else rapes me? What if he’s waiting for me to pass out so he can move me again and then I lose my chance at escaping? I need to escape. I need to find a way to take him down long enough to get out.

I spend most of the day looking through my entire cell for a piece of broken cement or something sharp that I can stab Mr. Morris with so I can escape only to come up empty. Not a single inch of my cell was overlooked and nothing that I can find to help me. I’m not strong enough to beat him up but maybe I can jump on his back and choke him out? Maybe I can immobile him long enough to find something on him that I can use against him? I need to do this. As I wait patiently for the time to come for me to execute my master plan I worry about if it will work or if he will be ready for it this time around. Oh well. I need to do this in case it does work. I hear the quiet footsteps coming to the door before the key is inserted into the lock and turned. I stand up and flush against the wall like I did yesterday and wait for Mr. Morris to come in. He slowly opens the door and steps in cautiously.

It’s now or never so I grab hold of the door and pull it towards me some more causing him to let go and then slam it as hard as I can against him hoping to knock him out. It doesn’t but he does fall to the floor so I grab the door again and continue to slam the door against him a few more times before flinging it back open and running out into the hall again. I didn’t take the time to look and see how much damage I did. I just wanted out. This time I didn’t hear any noises from the other side of the door but that didn’t stop me as I ran as fast as I could to my freedom. I was so close I could feel it. Almost there. I’m breathing hard, my pulse is racing and I’m crying because I believe I’m about to be free. Just as I get to the door and start to turn the knob I’m slammed hard against the door knocking the air out of me before Mr. Morris grabs me by my hair and yanking back hard before slamming my face into the door again. I think he broke my nose as I cry out in pain and at hearing the crunch of bone breaking. My nose starts to bleed profusely and so much so that I am having a hard time breathing without choking. I’m dizzy from the force of my head hitting the door before I’m flung back by my hair and dragged back to the room.

By the time we make it back to the room my shirt is soaked in my blood and I’m sobbing uncontrollably because I hurt so much and I was so close to being free. I wanted out so bad. I thought I had it this time. I thought I was going to make it out. Escape. Freedom. I was so close. My hand was on the door knob I just needed to turn it and open it and then I’d be free.

“You’re not fucking going anywhere. You got that? You fucking belong to me. Your mine.” With my hair still in his grip he dragged me to the middle of the room and shoved me onto my stomach and tied my hands behind my back. I struggled to get free but instantly stop my struggles when I feel the burn and instant sharp pain when my shoulder pops out of place. I cry out and try to tell him to stop because it hurts when he pulls my arms back further to tighten the zip ties against my wrists.

“Please. Please stop. It hurts. My shoulder. It hurts!”

“Stop struggling. I’ll fix it but stop moving.” He growls at me. I lay there as motionless as possible hoping he means he will take me to the hospital to fix it but knowing that won’t be the case. He hurriedly ties my ankles together before coming back to my shoulder that popped out of place. It hurts and is tender to the touch and when I feel his hands on my shoulder I tense and curse followed by another sob because the pains is so intense. “Hush beautiful. This is going to hurt badly but I’m going to pop it back in place. Ok?”