When I woke up I had no clue where I was. I was lying in a bed, underneath warm blue sheets and a light grey comforter. I sat up and looked down, thankfully I was still in my dress. I don't know what I would have done if I was in something else in this strange place. 

I looked around the room, the bedframe behind me was wooden. There was no windows in this room. It was big, spacious, empty. There was a couch across from the bed, I saw no TV or reason for the couch. There were three doors. The walls were a grey, and the only light in the room came from a small nightlight that would belong in a child's room. 

I got up heading to the first door, it was locked. That door was on the wall behind the couch, I guess since it's locked it might lead outside. I have absolutely no clue. 

I check the second door, it is almost directly next to the couch. Minus all the blank space in between. The room is a walk-in closet, there is clothes. I pull down a grey sweater that I could change into. I don't know if it's a coincidence that the shirt is my size. I look at the size of all the others, same size. I check the pants and finding that all the jeans are my exact size. I choose to settle for a dark grey pair of sweat pants. I close the door changing in the closet. I realize that my shoes were not on my feet, and that they weren't in the room. 

I leave the closet and go to the third door. A bathroom, great. I look at my face, all the makeup that Jane had put on it was gone. Even my hair is undone and down. Directly in front of the door was a mirror, next to that the toilet, and next to me was a foggy window. It was one of those windows meant to not see on the other side, I looked at the front, it was a large shower. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, all brands I use, with towels sitting below on a rack next to the toilet across from the shower. 

Oh god... why does it take now for my brain to freak out. I was fucking kidnapped. Was it Austin? Was it someone else? What do they want from me? What the hell is going on? Is it even possible to escape? Is this person going to kill me. I feel tears going down my face. My mom should be waiting for me, how long have I even been gone?

The lights behind me turn on and I jump. I turn around to the first door open. I run into the bathroom and shut the door. There is no lock, no way to keep this person out. How am I even going to survive? Would it be incredibly stupid to try to seduce them? 

"Lilie, come on out. No need to be scared." If that is not a red alert I don't know what is. I recognize the voice. It's Austin, what the hell? I met him earlier, what could he possibly want from me? "I know your scared, and that I probably put you on edge. I'm sorry, I've been in love with you for years. I've... I promise I won't do anything to you. Please come on out."

"What do you want from me?" I'm crying, sobbing, I don't even know if he can hear me. 

"I just wanted to be near you. My Cousin is coming here with his girlfriend. He said that he would stay here...... You already heard about him..." His voice is somber, deep, and it just barely cracks with his last sentence. 

I've heard about his cousin? Was it the guy who owns the store? I'm not even gonna ask, if it is he might be able to help me. And that's if he isn't in on it. Or maybe the girlfriend could help me?

"His girlfriend is brining him, but cause of circumstances he will be here instead of with her family. He told her if she brought him, that he wouldn't cause problems. Your ok, with him being in the house?" I hear the question in his tone, I don't know who this cousin is. I don't want to know. 

"Why should I care? It's not like my say matters.... can you uh..... leave?" I don't want to be rude, but I don't feel safe. I don't know what's going on. Quite frankly I'm not even sure if I want to. 

"Ah, I guess that makes sense. I'll go... I hope you sleep well, and just so you know it might get cold. You probably still smell like alcohol. Just be careful..." I heard the door shut, and then a click of the lights. 

I sit on the ground for a few minutes, before getting up and looking outside. The door is closed, and probably locked again. I head back to the bed, taking one last look at the room that has turned into a prison. I lay down on the bed, under the sheets. The warmth takes me, but sleep does not follow. The fear of everything is too great. I'm crying again, too scared to look at the room. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think I would go missing. If I knew this would happen, I would have never chose to celebrate there. I would have never left my house. I would have never....

Slowly I drift off to sleep, tears still falling from my eyes. Maybe tomorrow will be better. Maybe his cousin will help me... Maybe I still have hope?