Stolen

Chapter 32~ Almost there

I didn't get much sleep, I was too busy looking at the door, like someone was going to break it down. The covers were pulled up to my chin and I kept my body pulled into a ball, trying to keep from shaking to death. I wanted to leave the hotel room but I was to scared that Sean or someone else would be standing right by the door, waiting to snatch me. I looked down at Sean's phone. Luckily, it still had 80% battery but I know that it wasn't going to last long. My eyes begging to slowly want to close, I took the phone into my hands and unlocked it, the dim light of the screen shinning. I clicked on the text and saw that the last text Sean had ever sent out was to Chip. My curiosity getting the best of me, I clicked on it, the line of text popping up. I started to read.

Did you get the email?

Yep, oh, quick question, how do you get her to shut up?

Get who to shut up?

Skyler, she was quiet for half of the way but now

she won't shut up.

Just drug her, it well be quick and simple.

Geez, and I thought I was crazy.

Oh, just shut up.

:P

Chip hadn't answered Sean after that. I went through the rest of his chats with Chip, some were quiet funny, others were strange, and most were about me, which made me shiver. He talked about me like he was my guarding angle.

Setting the phone down, I finally gave in the fight, and feel asleep, pressing my face into the soft pillow as the darkness that waited for me slowly took over, everything washing away.

I awoke up to the bright light shining through the blinds of the window, hitting the bed just right. Forgetting where I was for a second, I slowly sat up and my hair feel over my face, and I jumped when I saw it was purple.

What the?

I lifted up a hair and looked at it, trying to figure out why is was purple, that was when it hit me.

Sean. The car ride, how I was so far on the run. Chip and Mason hacking into the phone somehow.

I took a easy breath as I slowly reached for the phone, seeing what time it was, as I did so, I kept on rolling the sing hair over and over again in my finger.

9:15 AM

I swallowed as I ran my hand through my hair, setting the phone between my legs. Something feels wrong. What is it? I asked myself as I looked around the room, trying to figure out what felt so wrong. Your fine Skyler, your just on edge, just relax. Deep breath.... Great, now I was talking to myself. Just great. I rested my face into my palms when I let out a squeak when my stomach let out loud growl. I hadn't eaten, since...since..heck I didn't even remember! I pulled the covers off and made my way towards the bathroom, trying to not bump into any walls. When I got into the bathroom, I flipped the light on and nearly jumped back when I saw what I looked like. Geez, it was like I was trying to turn into a zombie.

"It's not Halloween.." I mumbled to myself as I turned on the water and slowly splashed water over my face, no words could explain how good it felt.

After I dried my face off, I walked back into the tiny room where the bed was. Setting the phone on the bed after I made it, I took some money and made my way towards the door. Taking a easy breath, I slowly opened the door, the sun's light shinning onto my body making me feel warm. I slowly stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me.

You can do this Sky, just go down to the main office, ask for some cheep clothes, and head back to the room after you grab some food. It's not like they're going to walk into the motel.

You can do this.

I so can't do this.

Yes you can, just grab some clothes and you'll be back faster than you can believe.

Taking in a easy breath, I made my way towards the stairs, watching everyone that walked below me or past me. As I got slowly down the stairs, I looked left and right before I headed towards the office, my hands staying my in pockets. As I pushed the door open, it let out a light ding as I stepped inside, the same lady from yesterday lifting up her head, a smile appearing. She stood up and waited as I got closer to the desk before I stopped.

"Can I help you?" She asked nicely.

"Yes-um- I need your cheapest clothes." I said not meeting her eye contact.

"Okay, it's just right over there in the far corner." She said pointing and I followed her finger to see a small room that had clothes and many other things for show and sell. Perfect.

"Thank you." I said before walking towards it, already scanning over the clothes.

As I looked over shirts, I looked up at the tiny TV that was playing, and I swallowed when I saw they were talking about me again. The words forming on the bottom of the screen.

Officers are on their feet after a call came in through 911. Skyler Oaks, one of the teens who is missing, called in and they were able to talk to her for a few minutes before her line was cut off. At this very moment, Agent Charles Wolfe and FBI agents are trying to locate where her call came from. It is unclear at the moment how the line was cut but they do say that they were able to catch something before the line went fully dead, that was that someone was talking to her.

If you have any other information on Skyler or any of the other teens missing, please call the number below.

I quickly looked away as I pulled a random shirt from the hanger, along with pants and shoes before I went to the back, setting the clothes down. I had to control myself. I placed my hands on the wall and took slow and easy breaths, I needed to keep my shoulders up, to keep on fighting and show those boys that I was more than a helpless girl who wanted to go back home, I needed to show them that they weren't the only ones who had power. Shaking my head, I felt a idea hit me making me slowly lift my head. Call dad.

It was weird idea, but if I called dad, I could maybe tell him where I was, tell him who had taken me, yes, that would work. Smiling, I got changed and after I did that, I went to the lady again, looking around the room.

"Do you by chance have a phone I can use?" I asked and she nodded, telling me there was a phone that was just down the hall and to the left.

Without even double guessing myself, I went towards the phone and picked it up with a shaking hand. My shaking fingers slowly pressed the numbers in and soon the phone started to ring.

Ring, ring, ri-

The third ring was cut off to a voice answering the phone.

"Hello?"