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RAINE
My eyes flutteropen and I have to close them right away because the light coming in from the window is bright. The massive migraine I’m suffering through isn’t helping matters either.
Ugh! What the hell is happening? I feel like I’m on the verge of dying but I know I’m not that lucky. I woke up today.At least I have more snorting to look forward to, I think to myself. That might be the only thing keeping me going these days.
I like it when my brain is in a drug-fueled haze. For a while, I don’t think about the things that still hurt so much. For a while, I’m free of the pain, the thoughts and nightmares that torture me. It’s all I really want in the grand scheme of things.
I don’t want to feel or hurt anymore. I just want to exist like a normal person without all the baggage I have weighing me down.Oh, to dream of all the things you want, but then have to live in a completely different existence…
It takes me a few minutes before I manage to open my eyes again. Once they’re open, I look around the unfamiliar room. I wonder where the hell I am and what’s going on. This is definitely not the old, worn-out motel room I was in last night.
I try to think, try to remember what the hell happened, but my mind is completely blank of everything from last night. The only thing I remember was snorting that last line of coke.
This room is simple but clean and it looks new. The bed I’m in is against one wall. Stationed in the center of the room and directly in front of me is a huge glass window designed to let all the bloody natural light in. There are no curtains. Who the hell sleeps with their window this open and with this much light?
I gulp as I finally take in the view outside. I’m definitely not in New York anymore. The view outside the window consists of nothing but huge trees for as far as the eye can see. Where the fuck am I?
To the left of me is an open door. I bend my head a little to see that it’s the bathroom. To the right is the door that definitely leads out of this room. Obviously that one is closed.
My brows furrow as I look at the wall where the door that leads out is. It’s a weird design if I’ve ever seen one. I think it might be one of those one-way type of glasses because I can’t see out, but I’m sure whoever brought me here can see in. Actually, it reminds me of those glass walls they have in interrogation rooms.
“He-hello!” I call out, my voice scratchy like I haven’t used it in a while. Well, I haven’t since the only person I’ve talked to for the last few days was myself. No one answers.
Okay, so first things first, I need to get out of here. I’m not waiting around for whoever kidnapped me to come back. Yeah, I know that’s exactly what this is. I shiver at the thought of being raped again or even murdered… but then again, would that be so bad? I don’t exactly have anything to live for anymore. Not after all the betrayals I’ve suffered through.
Now that my mind has gone there again, I fucking need that hit. I sit up in the bed and move to put my legs on the floor, hearing a clinking sound at the same time. I look back toward the door but see that it’s still closed.
When I go to move my hand to run it over my face, I see the handcuff on my left wrist. I lift it up to see that the other half of the cuff is connected to a long chain link. Oh great!
Man, I guess I was too out of it to notice I was attached to fucking chains in the first place. I let out a scream at the top of my lungs just to get rid of some of the frustrations I’m feeling. It’s not like those big heavy chains you see in horror movies or anything like it. This one is long and fine. It’s light but sturdy and I can tell just by the way I quickly tug on it. I’m guessing it’s not meant to hurt, just keep me in place.
Obviously, nothing happens and I’m instantly pissed off. So much so that I start yanking on the cuff that’s around my wrist, screaming again when it doesn’t come off.Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen with metal cuffs on your wrist, Raine?
“Stop that! I don’t want you to hurt yourself!” a voice snaps out of nowhere, causing me to scream. I look around and I’m still alone which has me confused until my eyes stray toward the glass. I notice the small speaker mounted at the top of the wall.
“Who’s there?” I question.
“Someone that’s here to help you,” a masculine voice says.
“I don’t need your help. I’m doing fine on my own!” I snap.
“Really? I found you in a dump and you look terrible right now. I can practically see your bones from here!” he growls at me.
“What the hell are you mad about? I didn’t ask you to come look for me, whoever you are. You have some audacity when you don’t even fucking know me!” I snap.
“Oh, I know all about you, sweetheart,” he says and I let out a groan.
“If you brought me here because you think I’m rich, let me just clarify that for you right now. I’m not rich. My family doesn’t care about me. They’re all liars. If you want a ransom, they’ll probably tell you to keep me since I’m just a fuckup!” I snap once again at this guy, my voice coming out with a bitter edge to it even to my own ears.
“That’s not why you’re here. I have money of my own. So no, I don’t need any kind of ransom,” he says. I try to listen to his voice to see if I can pick up any familiarity from it but nothing. It sounds like he’s disguising it, and with my mind and body craving more drugs, it’s kind of hard to concentrate.
“Well then why am I here if you don’t want money?” I ask, hoping he’ll answer.
He starts speaking but I don’t hear a thing he’s saying. My mind goes to the feeling I’m craving right now. The feel of the coke going into my body, the instant high that comes over me and how good it all feels.
“Are you listening to me?” I hear his voice come loudly over the speakers like he turned it up.
“No, sorry. What was that? I was thinking about my next fix. You wouldn’t happen to have some coke on you, would you? That would be awesome if I could have some,” I say.
