After we were fully dressed, J.R. ordered us thrown into the boiler room of the school. It was a little warmer down here surprisingly. The rain still lazed down on us though.
Once the door was closed, I didn’t get up. Just lay against the wall still feeling a little odd from the experience before. David almost did the same thing, except he was on the steps leading to the main door going out.
In the room, we could hear the engines working, but only a little. The fire was crackling too in it’s own container, but we only focused on the powerful rain in the roomy piped area we’d been set in.
“I told J.R. about the secretary.” I mumbled.
David looked up slightly, and then looked down again. “It doesn’t matter.” He replied.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault we got caught.” I said blankly.
“It wasn’t.” He replied again.
“Why are you being nice?”
“It was hard on you.” David looked up to me.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to agree, but, I wasn’t sure if it was. Was it? I wanted to make more sounds like the one I didn’t suppress. Did that make me a slut?
“It doesn’t matter.” I told him.
“Da** it Becky! Yes it does! I hurt you!” David got up and yelled.
I looked at him and yelled back. “I just don’t wanna talk about!”
After I yelled that, I heard a coughing. I stood and walked over to the area David was already investigating in this odd large brick room. As we both tried to keep our distance from each other, we continued forward.
In my mind, I thought for a second. David. He was the one who took me first. He was my first. I closed my eyes and breathed. The cough came back. Our heads shot over to a slumped body in the dark corner of the room.
To my horror, I saw and recognized him to be Bobby!
I ran over to him. “Bobby!? Bobby?!”
The angel I remembered looked like he’d been beaten for being pure. I stirred and he looked at me. “Becky?” he asked in a slurred tone.
David bent down.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked.
David, still a tad pale from earlier took a long look. “I think he’s been drugged.”
I looked at the sweet boy I knew since a long time ago. Did they do this because he tried to help me before?
“Beck. I don’t feel well. I hurt.” He groaned.
“Can we do anything?” I looked to David.
“Keep him warm I guess. Hydrated. I don’t know.” He said.
I nodded and hugged Bobby tightly. Peace. Soon there would be peace.
Please…
Hostage part 13 end
