Chapter 15: No Way Out

I'm cutting it really close again, it's almost midnight here. Well, at least it's long, and out a lot sooner! :D Thank you again to everyone for supporting me! (I mean almost 30k reads? Sh*t, I don't even)

Also! New cover! *dances* People are so crazy-radical for making fancovers, and because the old cover was literally just me being "i like green phones :P" thinking only a few people would read this, I;m finally changing it. But anyway, ReilovesHaru gave me this beautiful cover and I once again thank them for it :D

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I woke up feeling dizzy and heavy. Where the hell was I? Did I get sick and pass out at school? No…I wasn’t at school…I was- Crap!

I tried to open my eyes in a panic. Why the hell was everything so dark!? Oh... I was blindfolded. I felt around and realized that my arms and legs were tied with some sort of soft material, like silk or something. My bad arm was even in a comfortable position. Well, wasn’t he fucking courteous.

I felt around to figure out my surroundings. I was on the floor in some kind of dog-bed. I sat up and leaned against a wall. Once the dizziness resided, I inhaled deeply. Oh fuck! I gagged a bit. What was that smell?! It smelled like something died!...which probably wasn’t good, considering Shawn’s ‘hobbies’.

A million worse case scenarios flashed through my head. Did he just drop me off in a death pit and leave forever? No, he went through too much trouble to make me comfortable.

But why the hell did he go through the trouble of making me comfortable if he was just going to stick me somewhere that reeked so bad, a vulture would barf!? Then again… I could be dead, so it could be worse. Yeah… I was just cranking out any possible silver lining that I could.

I inhaled deeply, from my mouth this time, to help me calm down. Shawn was probably not there, so I had until he came back to escape. However, knowing Astly/Shawn/Whatever, he probably already predicted when I was going to wake up and was already really close… Oh screw it, like the expression went: ‘swing at every ball’.

Firstly, I needed to take the stupid blindfold off. I brought my knees over to my head and started trying to tug the blindfold away from my eyes.

I jumped when I heard a door next to me open. “Oh, you’re awake.” I heard Shawn’s pleased voice say. I heard his footsteps come towards where I was. “Were you trying to get this off?” Shawn asked. I flinched back as he repositioned it and pulled the knot tighter. “Trust me, you don’t want this taken off.”

“It smells like road kill.” I muttered.

“Yeah, I’ll take you out of here. This was just a temporary spot until I had things organized out there.” He brought his arms under my legs and back and lifted me. I was still wondering how he could lift me so easily. Then again, he probably had experience lifting bodies…

I was put down on something soft; probably a couch. “Stay here.” Shawn said. I heard his footsteps recede.

Just to spite him, I scooted off of the couch and sat on the floor. It was petty, but anything I could do to make his life slightly more uncomfortable was appealing to me. He already pretty much fucking ruined my life.

I heard a door clang shut and series of clicks, which I assumed were locks. I heard footsteps padding back over to where I was. There was a momentary silence. “…You know, I’m only finding this more endearing than annoying. Your little attempts at defiance are seriously adorable.” Shawn said from behind me.

I scowled. I should have seen that coming by now. I flinched in surprise when I felt two arms loop under my armpits.

“Could you stand for a moment?” Shawn asked, beginning to lift me up.

Ha! Another way I could try to get under his skin! I let my body go limp. Shawn supported my weight wordlessly. After a few moments, he sighed. “Jake, stand please.”

I shook my head and remained limp. Why did he want me to? I was too scared, and too pissed at him to comply with anything he wanted.

“Okay then, you asked for it.” He said. Crap, what was he going to do!?

I felt something wet on my ear. “Ah! What the fuck!?” I yelled, shooting up to stand and rub my ear with my shoulder. Did he just fucking lick my ear!?

“Well it got you to stand right? Now hold still, I’m untying your feet.”

I nodded, going back to obsessively rubbing my ear on my shoulder afterwards. As soon as I felt the bonds on my legs disappear, I stretched out my stiff legs a bit. “Did I really need to be standing for that?” I muttered contemplatively.

“If I let you stay seated, you would have just kicked me.” He said bitterly. “Now could you hold still again?”

“No.” I said, ducking in a random direction. “Ow!” I yelped as I ran straight into a wall.

I heard Shawn stifle his laughter behind me. “I just wanted to take your blindfold off.” He untied the cloth and threw it aside.

I blinked multiple times to adapt to the light. When my eyes adapted, I turned from the white and blue wall that I had run into and looked at the rest of the large room.

White carpeting covered the floor, and a small kitchen and wooden dining table were in the right of the room, and a coffee table and couch facing a large flat screen TV were around the center. Three doors lined the opposite wall. There was some décor here and there, like paintings and potted plants, as well as some shelves.

After looking at the room for a few moments, I noticed something that bothered me; the rooms lack of windows. Did Astly have the small abode designed so that it could act as a small prison? If so, it couldn’t have been for me since the beginning…or, maybe it was, Shawn was creepy like that. However, judging by the decayed smelling room I was in before, he was finding a use for this place… I guardedly turned to look at Shawn.

He had been staring at me the whole time and smiled when I turned. “Damn I missed those eyes.” He sighed. My eyes were just a boring shade of brown! If he wanted to look at nice eyes, he should just look in the mirror… Why the hell was he so good looking!? Fuck his toned and tanned body, and his beautiful eyes, and nice hair, and teeth, and— fuck! What was I thinking?! Even if he had disgustingly ungodly good looks, he was still Shitty Shawn with a shitty personality and a shitty soul.

Shawn rolled his eyes at me. “Jake, stop looking at me in disgust. I already get that you you’re mad about me kidnapping you,” He smirked. “But you’re going to have to learn how to live with it, or, more literally, me.”

“I was actually thinking of something else, but hey, I hate this too.” I sighed glumly.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked curiously.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“But now I’m curious.” Shawn insisted.

I ignored him and stared absently at one of the stripes on the wallpaper.

After a few moments Shawn said, “…So, are you just not going to say anything? Because- What the fuck is that?” He interrupted himself and abruptly grabbed my leg, causing me to lose balance. He caught me in his other arm and brought my leg closer to his face for examination.

“What’s what?” I asked, trying to pull away.

“This scrape. Where the hell is it from?” He asked fixatedly, running his finger across the bad scrape.

I yanked my leg away. “It’s nothing; just a scrape.” I replied. It didn’t hurt at all compared to my arm, and hell, I didn’t even remember how I got it.

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Oh really?” He eyed the wound again. “It looks like you got it from a bad fall, but you’re not very clumsy, and I know for a fact that you didn’t get it in the Jade or Kyle incidents. So how did you get it?”

“Do you just document every injury that I get? If you really want me to think about this, I will, but I don’t think it matters.” Didn’t we have the whole kidnapping situation to talk about?

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Shawn said sternly. “Now tell me or I’ll lick you.”

I glared at him apprehensively and inched away a little. “Fine. I…um, I think I fell during P.E. last week.” I thought some more about it. “Ah, no, I was pushed to the ground by some dick while we were running laps.” I recalled indifferently.

“What?!” Shawn yelled. “Who fucking touched you?!” He demanded.

“After him?” I asked, confused on what he meant. “Las Vegas I think; because he was there and was helping me to the nurses…and then the bell rang-”

“Don’t give me a list of who touched you; who pushed you to the ground?” He asked impatiently.

“Why does this even matter?” I asked. “Don’t we have other things to talk about anyway? Like the fact that I’m stuck in a windowless room with a raging psychopath?” I muttered dolefully.

Shawn frowned at me. “There isn’t really much to talk about. That’s the bathroom, and that’s a bedroom with a shitty twin bed.” He said, pointing to the three doors on the opposite wall. “But the third one has a nice big king sized bed, which I’ll be taking…unless you want to share.”

“I’d rather sleep on an anthill.” I said with a glare. “…But wait, if those three door lead to two bedrooms and a bathroom, where’s the door?” I asked, looking in the room for a fourth door.

“Hmm, I wonder?” Shawn hummed. I turned to see that he had an arrogant smirk on his face. “There’s also no Internet, phone service, or even cable TV.”

I felt a pang of anxiety hit my chest. How the hell was I going to escape if I couldn’t even find the front door? Maybe I could break through the wall…but with what? There was the couch, but I probably wouldn’t be able to lift that. Maybe I could dig through the wall, like in prison movies! Though I would probably end up using something bigger than a spoon...

“Seriously?” I heard Shawn say behind me. I turned and gave him a questioning look. “You’re already thinking of ways to get out? What’s wrong with you!? Most people I brought here became a crying mess before they even knew that I was going to kill-…” Shawn stopped himself in midsentence.

Was he planning to kill me too!? Wholly crap, it all made sense! Shawn had me beat up before, so now he was going to finish the job!...Okay that didn’t make sense, but I still didn’t really trust him. I inched back a bit nervously.

Shawn noticed my reaction and looked angrily at me. “For thelast fucking time, I’d. Never. Kill. You. I swear, I might slap you if you keep thinking that I would.”

I nodded. I sure as well didn’t want to get slapped… “Can I have my arms untied?” I asked.

Shawn narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you going to hit me again?”

“Are you going to lick my ear again?” I asked crossly.

He smirked. “No, or at least not today.”

I glared at him silently and held out my arms to him. He untied me effortlessly and through the soft rope to the side. I stretched my stiff arms out a bit. Agh, why was I so stiff? Well, maybe it was because I was sleeping on a dog-bed earlier. “How long was I out?”  I asked, stretching my hurt arm carefully.

“A day or so.” Shawn said.

“What!?” I exclaimed. How was that even possible!?

“You’ve also been wearing those gross P.E. clothes for a while, do you want to change?” He asked. He then noticed my horrified expression. “What?”

“If I was out a whole day, that means that today is…Tuesday?”

“Wednesday.” Shawn corrected.

I was already gone for over twenty-four hours! And my mom was getting home on Friday. What would she do if she came home to find her son missing? Knowing her, she would probably blame herself for leaving me unattended for the week. I couldn’t let that happen. I was getting the hell out by Friday. But… how could I? There weren’t windows and I didn’t know where the front door was. And the place was built to imprison people. How could I get out? I wasn’t an escape artist, hell; I remember when I got stuck in a cardboard box… Agh, it didn’t matter! I was going to escape somehow! I needed to.

“You’re never going to escape.” Shawn said, reading my mind. “There is no way. I got this place designed so that not even a fly could get in or out. You might as well get used to the idea, because you’re not even going to be seeing the sky as long as I have you here.” His blue eyes pierced mine with intensity. “Accept it.”

I averted my eyes from his. He expected me to just accept it? I couldn’t do that… I would never do that. “That’s never going to happen.” I muttered.

“You say that now, but you will someday. After being here for week after month, you’ll see that there is no way to get out.” Shawn explained with a scathing sneer. “Trust me, I know from experience; you’ll give in some time. Day by day you’ll try to find a way out and become increasingly discouraged. Eventually, you’ll stop trying altogether, and accept it.” He predicted.

I frowned in distress. His predictions sounded so…plausible. Maybe he knew what was going to happen because of experience with the murder victims he stuck here before. It sounded like something that would happen to most people…Was that really going to happen to me.

No. Because I wasn’t most fucking people! I stared at his smug-ass face blankly for a moment. I bet he thought that I was going to break down. I grinned. “That’s. Never. Going. To. Happen. I’ll never give up. Week after month after year, I’ll keep on trying get out of here. You think I’ll get discouraged and accept it? Don’t make me laugh! If I’ve gone through almost being killed twice and dealing with your crazy self, I can handle this!” I said confidently. “I’m also not one of your ‘victims’ you’re comparing me too; I don’t have to worry about making you pleased with me in order to stay alive (I hope). In fact, I’m pretty motivated in making you displeased-”

Shawn grabbing me by the waist and yanking me up against him interrupted me. I opened my mouth to demand what the fuck he was doing, but he gave me an answer before I got the chance to ask. He crashed his lips against mine in a kiss. I stood rigidly and blinked for a few moments, trying to process that Shawn was working his mouth against mine passionately. When I came to my senses, I tried to pull my head away from the bastard’s magnetic mouth. How was he so good at kissing!?

When I tried to pull my head back, he brought up one of his hands to the back of my head and gripped it steadily to make me stay. I should have probably bit the tongue that had brazenly joined mine inside my mouth, but I found that my jaw felt numbed. I definitely wasn’t going to start kissing him back, but damn, something about his kiss was so… unforgettable and numbing.

A hand groping my ass shattered my kiss induced daze. My mind suddenly snapped back to the core my situation. I gathered enough strength in my arm to send a punch to Shawn’s head.

“Ouch.” Shawn winced, flinching back a bit. The disconnection of our kiss brought my energy back, and I pulled myself away from Shawn. “You promised not to punch me.” He growled, though I’m pretty sure that he was angrier about the separation of the kiss than me punching him.

I would have retaliated, but I was still in shock. Had I really just let him kiss me!? Shit, my face was probably so red. I turned away from him to the wall and braced myself on it. “Wh-why the hell did you do that?” I finally asked after a few moments of silence.

“Easy; you were being damn sexy. You really are something else Jake… I can’t even describe it. You’re always better than what I remember and I can’t predict how you’re going to react. I love your feisty attitude and your nerve. I don’t know, something about the way you look, act, talk, and even breathe. You’re fucking addictive… intoxicating. I can’t keep myself away from you. I want to keep tabs on you at all times so that you don’t ever get out of my sight. Godamn it, if only I could own you.”

“Shut up.” I said. I looked at him tentatively. He was staring at me so forcefully. “…Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He asked, his expression unwavering.

“Like you want to jump me!” I yelled, feeling a little intimidated.

“Its not my fault that your extremely sexy. Your face is such a nice shade of red. And fuck, you have drool on the side of your face.” As he said this, he started looking like a fucking feral animal. He took a step towards me.

“Don’t come a fucking step closer or I’ll strangle your face!” I shouted, jumping back. “I swear to god if you grope me again I’ll…uh…”

“Have sex with me?” Shawn asked with a smirk.

“No! Uh, I won’t talk to you… for a month.” I said lamely.

Shawn raised an eyebrow at me and then started laughing. “What kind of threat is that?”

“The only threat that I can really make.” I grumbled. There weren’t many logical threats that you could make when you were at the others mercy.

Shawn smiled. “You’re adorable.”

“And you’re crazy.” I sighed.

“And you taste amazing.”

“And you do too-- don’t!” I stammered, trying to correct myself at the last minute.

Shawn grinned ear to ear. “I knew it. You fucking liked it. YEAH!” He yelled in victory.

I flinched back. “No.” I denied.

He started chuckling darkly. “You’re starting to fall for me again. All we have to do now is wait for the Stockholm to kick in.”

“You are a fucked up bastard, you know that! I’ll never fall in love with you!” I yelled furiously. “That kiss was completely physical! You’re just really good at kissing!”

“Never say never my sexy little Jake.” Shawn said with a smile.

I ignored him and started looking around the room for ways to escape again.

Shawn noticed what I was doing and said: “Fuck, Jake, stop that. Like I already said; there’s no way out, and you’re never escaping.”

“Never say never my crazy little Shawn.” I mocked.

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End! I hope you liked this chapter! This one was a bit more difficult.

That kiss scene tho, hope that went okay XD I'm also going to be trying to update once a month, like, next update will be in April (its sad that I had to look up what month is after March).

Either way, I hope again that this chapter was satisfactory to you guys! Thank you so much for reading!